The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 15: R

Book 7: Chapter 15: R

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It was a love story for the ages. A young [Lord] and [Lady], specifically, Lord Bein of the Terland family, and Lady Dealia of the minor house of the Zolde nobility. A scandalous matchup perhaps, but one that was sanctioned through love and touched the hearts of everyone with the sophistication to appreciate such modern-day romances that defied social convention.

If you lacked the sophistication to really appreciate the nuance of that event, or didnt keep up with the trends of nobility in Izril, well, it was one of the topics of discussion in certain circles.

The average laypersonmight not know about the pairing, but then again, people liked to keep track of such things, like those who obsessively followed marriages and courtly dramas in Terandrian monarchies.

Likefor instance, war brewing between Ailendamus and other nations was actually overshadowed in the circles of gossip by scandalous cheating in bedrooms, or frivolous details. For instance, have you heard that the 6^th Princess of Calanfer had refused every single suitor, except for partaking in the most removed of dances? It was speculated that she had a serious suitor, or elsesome kind of disease.

Either or. But the point was that such pairings among the nobility were important. They had to be, otherwise what was the point?

Anyways, Lord Bein and Lady Dealia. Scandalous, yes. Because Lord Bein was a member of the Terland family, one of the Five Families of Izril, and thus one of the most powerful nobility in the world. He wasntfrom the main branch of the family or anything, but even so, they had standards. And Lady Dealia was a member of the Zolde nobility, who had come to Izril just a moment agotwo hundred years back, fleeing unrest in Chandrar.

They were thus, still, Chandrarian to many of the nobility. And marrying into their family was something that a wealthy person, or perhaps an adventurer or someone else might do. Or some of the other minor nobles, yes, but a member of the Five Families?

Ah, but it was love. A love story! Like that haute new thing, plays, sweeping through Invrisil? Have you seen?

Love indeed. Lord Bein had been head over heels with Lady Dealia and the courtship had occupied the minds of those who spent time dwelling on such things. Of course, her family was delighted by the suggestion and Lord Bein had won over his parents after some wrangling. It had been his mother whod really disliked the concept, but once Lord Bein had persuaded his father, the good Lord Sheldae Terland, to support the marriage, the engagement had been on.

Love triumphed over social class, that was the lesson here. A young [Lord] of the Five Families could marry alesser [Lady] from Chandrar two hundred years back. Believe in love.

Althoughit didnt hurt that Lady Dealia was one of the most beautiful [Ladies] in all of Izril. Blessed by birth, or perhaps Skills, she occupied the list of the top ten [Ladies] to marry, (and yes, there were lists). In fact, shed been ranked fourth, right below Lady Wuvren. The famous Wuvren had held her position on that list since shed turned sixteen, for the last fifty years or so.

All this to say that loveand perhaps being extremely attractivehad made Lord Bein leap for the engagement and true love. The engagement had in fact, been going forwards. Albeit with some sabotage by his mother, wrangling by both familiesbut no more than usual.

It was scheduled next month, and it was certainly going to be a large wedding; the nobility loved good weddings and many would turn up, which would probably begin more romances, intrigues, and so on.

Well and good, well and good. Love, marriageit would have been perfect, but for one thing. And that thing would beLady Hetessana Wellfar.

You pig! You faithless dog!

Lord Bein Terland fled the private bedroom of Lady Hetessana Wellfar, one of the most eligible [Dowagers] in all of Izril as she pursued him. Half-naked, and fully in fury. The widowed Hetessana was of the Wellfar family, another of the Five Families of Izril.

Where the Terlands were known mainly for their trade in magical artifacts and having fallen on hard times since their days of glory, the Wellfar family had kept their gold and husbanded it, in husbands, but also the far more practical buisiness of ships and trade. Lady Hetessana had been married to one of the [Ship Lords], and she had inherited a lot of wealth from her husband upon his untimely death at sea.

She had genuinely mourned him, too, and had been known as a [Lady] first mourning the loss of her husbandand then grieving her loneliness. She was in her late fifties, and had not benefitted from Skills that made Lady Wuvren soeye-catching.

I can explain!

You told me it was an accident! How dare you!

The older [Lady] shouted as she pursued Lord Bein. Servants poked their heads out as they saw the two nobles quarrellingand immediately decided they had seen or heard nothing. Both were in a state of undress.

Therelationship between Lady Hetessana and Lord Bein wasnt well-known by anyone. But Lord Bein had, in fact, prior to falling for Lady Dealia, been seeing the older Lady of the Wellfar family. For about two years, actually. And benefitting from the relationship in more ways than just the purity of romance.

I gave you everything! Gold, favorswe were to be married at the end of the year and youyou only loved me for my wealth? Is that it?

Lady Hetessanas face was a mask of grief. Because she had loved the young [Lord] who had courted her in secret. She had assumed it had been a love story, right up until this moment. The older [Lady] did not keep up with gossip, and the engagement had caught her off-guard.

Hetessana, I can explain

Lord Bein ducked a shoe. He had indeed tried to explain. But hed clearly failed. Lady Hetessana looked at him.

You were seduced? In that casecall off the engagement!

The younger man spread his hands, turning red.

One cant just call off an engagement, Hetessana. My hand was forced. I tried to talk my father out of it

Liar!

This time a pot flew and Lord Bein ducked it. He wasnt quite sure why his carefully-crafted explanations were failing, but perhaps he hadnt ever run into a situation up till now that had required actual subterfuge. Or the kind of consequences he couldnt walk away from.

You scoundrel.

Lady Hetessana sagged as one of her [Handmaids] came out to support her. She was grey in the face, with shock and pain, but she looked at the half-clothed Lord Bein with a kind of grim determination. She pointed and he flinched, but she threw only words now.

You will pay. For lying to me. And to your young [Lady]. Does she know about us?

Hetessana

She doesnt, does she? Or that you promised to marry me?

Lord Beins eyes flickered. Hetessana laughed.

Shell know. Everyone will know! Ill shout it from the rooftops if I must!

Her reputation be damned. Lord Bein paled at the implications. Not only might the engagement be called off, this might have consequences in his own family.

Hetessana, please, let me explain!

Youve lost the right to call me that. Begone from my presence! And you had better pray that the Zolde household doesnt answer insult with blades! Theyre Chandrarian, you know.

The older [Lady] shook her head. She was turning away. Lord Bein looked at her, and his temper flared.

Say what you will! Ill deny everything! This was nothing more than aa mistake! And I promised you nothing in truth!

The [Lady] of the Wellfar family flinched. But the love she had felt and hehad pretended had turned to enmity in a moment. She turned her head.

You shallow, snake of a boy. Ill swear it on truth spell before anyone who asks!

But it would be her word against his. Lord Bein laughed. Lady Hetessana colored with fury.

This could not be allowed to stand. But it might not halt an engagement. Not if it were words; after all, the affair had been conducted on her lands, and only her servants could attest to the relationship. How might she tell the truth? How might?

And then she had it. Quick as could be, Hetessana hurried into the mansion. Lord Bein stared at her, confused, as he tried to pull out a change of clothes out of his bag of holding and put them on. He only saw the [Lady] return after a few minutes. And when she did

She was holding a pendant. Lord Bein paled.

Perhaps Lady Dealia will believe this!

She shook the pendant that should have been around Lord Beins neck at the young [Lord]. He felt at the spot where it had beenbut of course, hed taken it off!

It was one of the Terlands artifacts, passed down through their family. Not relic-class, but one of the priceless amulets that conveyed a number of magical effects. In this case, they grew in strength the more of the amulets there were, but even this one could help thwart an assassination attempt. Lord Bein really shouldnt have taken it off, but it chafed.

Lady Hetessana, give that back!

She stared at him, triumphant at the sudden fear on his face, and anger. And stillheartbroken, because half an hour ago, she had loved him. But this was a real love story.

I shall not. And the world will know of your infidelity!

She whirled. Lord Bein made a strangled noise and ran at her. But Hetessanas [Servants] appeared, blocking him. They dared not do more, and suffered the young [Lord]s clumsy blows and swearing as he tried to push past them. He was, after all, despite everything, a member of the Terland family.

But Lord Bein was also aware of Hetessanas power. So he didnt draw the sword he owned and hack at them, and he couldnt fight his way past the press of bodies. In the end, after trying to rush left or right past the line of servants, he gave up. Panting, he shouted at Hetessanas back.

Youll never deliver it, Hetessana! I swear!

He raced off, looking for his horse. Lady Hetessana stared at him as he ran off, and then handed the pendant to one of her handmaidens. Then she sank into her bed and wept.

Perhaps, if she had been faster, the servants might have beaten Lord Bein to his estates. But Lady Hetessana took time for her grief. To her cost.

The first [Thief] came likea thief in the night. He was intercepted by her guards, but the second and third came within just as many days.

Lord Bein had hired [Thieves] to steal back his pendant, and the proof of their relationship. Faced with that, and knowing that her security couldnt withstand a high-level attempt for long, Lady Hetessana made a quick decision. She made a public announcement about her relationship with Lord Bein and shattered the illusion of love across Izrils social gossip circles.

The Terland family instantly denied the allegations. Lord Bein stridently claimed it was Hetessanas madness and grief and that he had only shown the [Dowager] a short kindness and a relationship that had gone nowhere. Lady Hetessana swore she had proof.

The pendant. It had to go to Lady Dealia, who was obviously troubled by the claims but stood by the man she loved, or Beins family. Dealia preferably; the Terlands were standing with Lord Bein and might hush up the truth, even if it was delivered to them.

But Lady Hetessana feared theft or ambush along the long distance north and east, towards the Zolde households. Lord Bein had, through Izrils underworld, put out a bounty on that pendant. Anyone delivering it, even one of Hetessanas servants, might be targeted by [Bandits] or anyone seeking the bounty. And it was a hefty price. So, Lady Hetessana sent a [Message] for someone who could deliver the pendant at speed, and without delay or interception.

She sent for a Courier. That had been one day ago.

-

The [Raiders] saw their mark coming down the road. He was a Courier.

Lacel the Leaper. Not the best of names, but he was a Courier. And he bore Lady Hetessanas pendant. The [Raiders] were well aware of all this. And they were prepared to cash in on the ten thousand gold coin bounty Lord Bein had put on the pendant.

Unofficially. No Adventurers Guild or any other official guild had posted the bounty. But there were unofficial channels for Izrils underworld, and they had spread words about the bounty to everyone.

Halt!

The [Raid Leader] was a rough woman used to doing what it took to survive. Shed been banned from over a dozen cities and three times that many towns and villages, but she was tired of life living in fear of the law. This was her and her gangs big break.

She fired a crossbow as her group burst from their cover along the tall brush theyd been hiding in and charged down towards the trade road Lacel was running down.

The Courier was running fast, nearly as fast as a horse, but he had more endurance Skills than mobility. He jerked and stared up as the [Bandits] raced at him, firing weak spells from wands and shooting arrows.

Dead gods!

Some of the travellers on the road panicked at the sight of the [Raiders]. They werent expected, not so close to Invrisil! But the [Raiders] were only focusing on Lacel. He instantly blurred and turned into six different figures who all went racing in different directions.

Hes using a damn illusion! Split up and get him!

The [Raid Leader] swore and turned her mount, pursuing the one racing for Invrisils gates, several miles distant. She blew past a frightened family on the road as the eighteen-some [Raiders] raced past her.

A caravan, a family riding a covered wagon, hid as the [Raiders] streamed past them. A [Trader] with a bag of holding and a pack mule dove for cover, grabbing at his emergency wand, prepared to fight only in self-defense. A group of young people riding a wagon surrounded by hired [Mercenaries] alternatively panicked and stared at the spectacle as the [Guards] swore and closed ranks, more aware of the danger.

Halt or well cut you down, Courier!

The [Raid Leader] had seen through Lacels illusion. Her gang was pursuing the other five illusions, but who would run away from the safety of Invrisils walls? She reloaded her crossbow as she swung her mace out of its holster. Either one would do for the Courier.

Lacel the Leaper looked back at the [Raid Leader] and swore. He was a lanky fellow, with long legs. As the [Raid Leader] closed on him, he ran left, desperately, passing by a bluff of stone rocks leading uphill. The [Raid Leader] swore and angled towards him. But he was too far from the stones! She lifted her mace as she aimed

And Lacel jumped.

Straight up, into the air. And gravity forgot Lacel existed for a second. The [Raid Leader] stared up, open-mouthed, as the Courier flew.

Ten feet. Then twenty. Thirtyand his back arced as he landed on the top of the hill. The gang stared. Lacel looked around wildly, and then he leapt again. He flew, and the [Raid Leader] turned her horse.

Get him! Hes only good at jumping! Get him and

She ducked as the Courier threw something at her. An explosion; he was throwing damn Alchemists Fire! She swore, but her [Raiders] were tasting blood. They raced after him, shooting arrows that swerved as they neared the Courier. And he was jumping, throwing exploding flasks.

It was a running battle and the people on the road hid as the [Raiders] tried to bring down the Courier. But he was a Courier. And not only could he run almost as fast as the horses they rode, he was armed.

And he jumped high. Still, he was making for Invrisil at best speed rather than trying to wipe the [Raiders] out like another Courier might. And as the fighting entered the second minute, the [Raiders] racing after Lacel, the terrified family in the covered wagon was huddled together. And from the back, a figure poked his head out.

Three figures, actually. A yawning Stitch-Woman adjusted the stitches around her neck. A slumbering old [Mage] was still waking up, rather disoriented. The Stitch-Woman, who had a wand in one hand, nodded at the [Raiders] racing past them.

Whats the word, Halrac? Summons?

No. Cover me.

The voice came from inside the wagon. And the man, the [Veteran Scout], a scruffy, yet-to-be-shaved beard on his face, and an expression that suggested that smiling was a foreign idea to him, pushed out of the wagons interior.

The family stared at him. Because the man wasnt armed. He carried no weapons.

Or ratherit looked like he was carrying nothing. Butwhy was he holding his hand like that? As if he was pretending to aim a bow. But it was realistic. And he did have a quiver.

One of the two young boys in the family stared as the grim man plucked an arrow from the quiver. He was stillholding nothing but air. But then he did something and the arrow vanished.

The young boy gaped. He saw the [Scout], the Gold-Rank adventurer pause. And thenthe shimmering patch of air shifted. The invisible bow and the now-invisible arrow moved.

Tft. The family stared ahead. They saw the galloping [Raiders] rushing forwards. And thenup aheadthe [Raid Leader] fell out of her saddle. Lacel the Leaper stared. He stared at the now-visible arrow buried in the back of her head. Halrac grunted. He drew another arrow, sighted, loosed.

A second [Raider] fell. The gang shouted in panic, staring at Lacel. They thought the arrows were coming from the Courier. They only realized they were being assaulted from behind after two more arrows sent their riders tumbling out of the saddles, screaming.

I think they saw us.

Hm? Are we under attack?

Typhenous was still waking up. The old [Mage] had white hair and a beard, but he moved surprisingly quickly for someone his age. The two boys in the familys wagon stared as Typhenous unsheathed a wicked dagger as he lifted his staff.

You missed it, old man. Were attacking them. Theyre looking this way, Halrac.

Revi warned the leader of Griffon Hunt. Halrac shrugged.

What do they see?

He paused as he lowered his bow. From afar he looked unarmed. And the [Raiders] indeed looked straight past himuntil he raised his bow and shot another through the nose. As instraight through the bridge of the nose and the rest of the womans head.

Ah! Dead gods, Halrac!

Revi recoiled from the sight. The [Raiders] stared as Halrac aimed again.

Cover me if they charge, Revi. Typhenous, shields up.

Is this an attack? I missed the beginning. [Force Wall]. Just below your chin, Halrac.

Got it.

The shimmering barrier appeared as Typhenous cast his spell. The [Raiders] were debating charging or fleeing the threat. But Halrac kept loosing arrows.

Some of them charged. The rest fled. But their arrows and spells hit the [Force Wall]. The barrier was mostly invisible as well, and did indeed cover the entire frightened family in the wagon and Halracjust up to his chin. He shot over the magical barrier. Revi lifted her wandbut never cast a single spell.

The [Raiders] died on that busy road. The horses, terrified, galloped around until they were captured. And the patrol of Invrisils Watch arrived too late.

Theyd arrived quickly. Fifteen minutes and they were out on the trade road in force. But they just found the dead [Raiders], a bunch of lined-up horses being shepherded together by glowing, summoned warriors.

And Griffon Hunt. Lacel the Leaper had run on without so much as pausing. But the Gold-rank adventurers were taking their dues.

Applause. And the [Raider]s horses and gear. Halrac paused in prying the [Raid Leader]s mace out of her stiff hands as the [Sergeant] on horseback waved at him.

Excuse me! Are you an adventurer?

Thats right. HalracCaptain of Griffon Hunt.

The [Scout] paused a second as he gave his title. The [Sergeant] relaxed.

Well then, youve done us a favor. Thank you, sir. Did you see what those [Bandits] were after?

Not [Bandits], [Raiders].

Typhenous corrected the [Sergeant]. He casually yanked a gold tooth out of an open mouth. The [Guards] winced. So did Revi, who was helping.

Typhenous!

Its gold, Revi. Be a dear and help me with the bag of holding? [Raiders], indeed. You can tell by their armor and style. Bandits operate from a base. [Raiders] are hit-and-runaha. Another tooth. Silver. Revi, stop fidgeting.

The [Sergeant] stared as Typhenous bent over the corpse. But that was adventurers for you. He cleared his throat and noticed Revis summoned warriors herding the horses together.

Adventurer Halrac, er, can I assume your team is claiming salvage rights on the [Raiders]?

Thats right. We can dispose of the bodies as well.

Ah, well then.

The Watch brightened a bit. So did the [Sergeant].

This was protocol. It might have been alien to the travellers staring as the Gold-rank adventurers, erlooted the dead, but the Watch and the adventurers were used to it.

Salvage rights for the criminals possessions. Griffon Hunt was entitled to it, but that meant also disposing of corpses, or paying the Watch for a fee. If you just looted the bodies and left them to rot, well, you could be fined for it. You could get away with that around Celum, maybe.

But this was Invrisil. There were rules, for adventurers and the Watch. And in accordance with the rules, Halrac paused from collecting items he could sell and let the [Sergeant] take down his teams name.

Its Griffon Hunt with a o. Griffon. As in, the dog. G-r-i-f-f-o-n.

Ah, I see. Let me justHalrac Everam?

Yes. Our team used to be led by Ulrienthe records might not have changed.

Thank you, sir. Oh. I meanIm sorry, if it was a loss

It was.

Halrac folded his arms, waiting. Flustered, the [Sergeant] recorded the details. Then he thanked Halrac again, went to reassure everyone that everything was under control, and left. Halrac watched him go. Then he sighed and went back to the [Raiders]. There was a nice bit of chainmail on the [Raid Leader] and, unsavory as it was, it would fetch a good price.

Griffon Hunt couldnt afford to turn down free money. So, tedious as it was, and as much as hed like to get to Invrisil, Halrac began to strip the dead woman. Hed been on the road a long time, and delayed from reaching Invrisil for ages. He hoped that the magic door was working there, but he hadnt heard a rumor about that yet. And you would hear rumors if The Wandering Inn reached Invrisil.

It hadnt been a productive month, by and large. And Halrac was in a bad mood.

But thenwhat was new?

-

I think thats everything. Ive got all the bodies lined up. Howre we doing this? Burning? Acid? Valmiras Comet?

About twenty minutes later, Revi dusted her palms as she turned to the three-person team that was Griffon Hunt. She was looking at Halrac, their leader, but it was Typhenous who replied.

Unless youd like to scatter body parts across a hundred feet, Revi, I think fire will do. Halrac?

Do it. Revi, why is that family waiting?

Halrac gestured at the wagon that theyd been hitching a ride on. Revi squinted.

Ithink theyre waiting for us to come with them?

We have the [Raider]s horses. Well ride them to Invrisil. Find a [Hostler]. Let them know.

Yes, boss. Ill endure them thanking you and being grateful so you dont have to.

Revi mock-saluted Halrac as she ambled over to the wagon and anxious family. Halrac scowled at her back. Typhenous chuckled. He aimed his staff at the bodiesalready beginning to smell a tiny bit in the heatand shot flames from his staff.

Cremation. Halrac watched impassively. His nose stung with the smoke and smell, but Typhenous didnt bat an eyelash. Halracs face was locked in a scowl as he saw travellers moving past. Some called out, asking what had happened, but the Gold-rank adventurer didnt respond.

He was in a foul mood. Not from the [Raiders]. But hed been scowling the lastweek. And yes, Halrac, sometimes known as Halrac the Grim for that very feature, usually didnt smile. But his team had learned to tell apart the varying levels of dissatisfaction or non-emotion contained on his face.

Theyre off. And theyd love to thank you in person, Halrac. What with you being a hero to the little boys and everything. But I told them that a big, important adventurer didnt have time to spend on goodbyes.

Revi came back. If Halracs default mode was dour, hers was probably nettling people. Halrac turned his glare on her.

If you said that, Revi

He almost started back towards the wagon, which was indeed turning back onto the road. Revi threw up her hands.

I didnt! It was a joke! Calm down, Halrac.

The surly adventurer glared at her, but relaxed.

Dont lie, then.

Dont take your bad mood out on me. Pshaw! It stinks! Hold on, Im taking my nose off.

Revi gagged at the smell. She reached up and began to undo the tiny, invisible stitches on her nose. She pulled off her nose, revealing just blank skin underneath. Halrac and Typhenous ignored her as the bodies burned nicely. They were used to it.

Give me five minutes and they should be fit to douse with water. Revi, my dear

Dont call me that, old man. Ill get you the nicest horse.

You know me too well.

Revi rolled her eyes as she whistled. The glowing apparitions herded the nervous horses closer. Typhenous, still projecting flames from his staff, eyed them.

Decent horseflesh. I think we could get a good price for some of them. If we dont keep them.

Id like a horse. That ones beautiful.

Mm. Bad lines, Revi. But indeed, a lovely coat.

Typhenous studied the horses with a practiced eye. Revi deffered to him with a sigh.

Theres a nice saddle on that one. You want? And can I ride the lovely one?

If were not in a hurry, by all means.

Thats mine, then. Halrac, you want a horse?

I. Dont. Care. Lets just get them moving. And were selling all but three at the nearest stables.

Revi and Typhenous exchanged a glance. Their smiles faltered. Silently, they found their horses. By the time Typhenous extinguished the fire with a jet of water, the corpses were mostly destroyed by the fire. The horses were herded by the summons, who ran behind the three adventurers as they travelled down the road.

Towards Invrisil, the City of Adventurers. It was their destination that theyd been heading to for about two weeks. Theyd made a detour, taken well over a month to head east firstbut now they were on the way.

It had beenwasted time. Time badly spent. And for adventurers, that was a problem.

Time was money. Also, money was money. Artifacts were money. Levels were money. In the end, they really just wanted money. Money, and fame, and levels, and power. That was why adventurers existed. Some lived for the glory of it, or the thrill, or evenbecause it was necessary and right to fight against monsters. But to most, it was a career choice.

This was Griffon Hunts perspective. They werent a rag-tag group of unlikely souls, like the Horns of Hammerad, united despite disparate motives. Nor were they the easy-going group of friends and outcasts like the Halfseekers. And they were certainly not altruistic heroes like the Silver Swords.

They were a team of co-workers who adventured for a living. And they had lost their leader, Ulrien. In Liscor, in a fight in an inn against a Named Adventurer whod turned out to be a murderer, Regrika Blackpaw. They had lost him, and yet, they had also come away with a windfall from the dungeon.

A magical bow, the one Halrac now used. Treasure. Gold, and artifacts, ready to be sold! An adventurers dream.

And yet. Griffon Hunt could be said to be down on its luck. Even now. Like the Halfseekers, Griffon Hunt had been larger, once. And if they hadnt been one of the top Gold-rank teams, somewhat famous north and south of Izril like the Halfseekers had beenthey had been larger. Three times as large, almost. Respected for being one of the hunting teams who fought Griffins withGriffons. Hunting dogs.

Nowthey were this. They rode in silence. Halrac in a foul mood, and Revi and Typhenous knew why. Moreoverthe two [Mages] exchanged glances. It was Revi, the [Summoner], whose magical apparitions were helping guide the rest of the horses, who brought it up.

Um. Captain.

Halrac turned his head.

Dont call me that.

Yes, boss. Leader. Uh

Commander Everam.

Good one, Typh.

Halrac just glared. Revi went on after a moment.

Look, Im sorry about Elm. Butdo you want to talk about it or something? I mean, what do we do?

She and Typhenous looked at each other again. And there it was.

A bit of distance. Because they werent exactly the oldest of pals. Revi and Typhenous were new to Griffon Hunt. Two years old, teammates, but not like Ulrien had been, a fellow [Soldier] Halrac had served with.

Or even the rest of Griffon Hunt. They were new. And theyd stuck with the team after half of its members had upped and quit. After a disaster with Griffins.

Griffon Hunt was still remembered in parts of the north for the plague theyd unleashed to combat a huge influx of migrating Griffins. It had stopped the rampaging Griffins, but the plague had spread and killeda lot of people.

Their reputation had been tarnished, and the group had nearly disbanded. Four had kept working, including Revi and Typhenous, the newest [Mages] who had been blamed for the incident, Typhenous especially. They had gone south seeking a fortune, a new break.

Three now rode north. And only one was of the old guard, the originals. More still lived. Like Elm, one of the original founders of the team. But hehadnt taken meeting his former comrades well.

About a week ago, theyd met Elm. One of the old members of Griffon Hunt whod left after the plague incident. Theyd met him, though, to re-establish their bonds, make amends as Halrac put it.

It had not been a good meeting. There might have beentension. Perhaps a bit of enmity. In fact, there might have been a fight. That involved Halrac putting Elm, the [Ranger], through a door. Headfirst.

Hey, at least he didnt want any of the gold we offered him. Thats something, right? Were six thousand gold up. And we didnt even pay for the door.

Halrac glared. Revi hesitated.

Solook, I know it was bad. But he said his thing, we said ours. Hes quits. What do we do, Halrac?

The [Scout] had a way with looks. But as his new role as team captain, he couldnt get by on glares alone. He replied slowly, his hands clenched on the reins.

Elms not joining us. If he wants the gold, he can get it. We owe that to the old team. And we keep reaching out. Brigandas meeting us at Invrisil.

Right. But if we get into a fight with hermaybe dont fight with your fists? Shes a [Shield Maiden].

I started nothing. Elm was the one who

Halrac glanced at Typhenous. The white-haired [Mage] lowered his head slightly, a nod at Halrac. Revi glanced between the two. Tensions had been strained. In the past, and recently.

Right, right. He deserved it. All Im saying isdont do that with Briganda. Because she could probably trash all three of us in a fight. And if she says no?

We reach out to Cassielle. And then were done.

The last member of the original team. Revi nodded.

Cool. Yeah. Where is he?

Terandria.

Riiiiiightare we going to visit him? Because if we are

He hasnt sent a [Message] back. But well contact him. Were making things right. Even if they dont want it. Any problems?

None. No, I agreed. I mean, its our treasure from Liscor. Which we fought for. And you know, nearly died for. But hey, lets give it back.

Revi grumped. But she subsided after a bit. It waswell, it was just like this. In silence, the three adventurers rode on. And the best word for them wasdecent. Good. Competent, well-practiced, a team that could wipe out low-level [Raiders] and handle threats most Silver-rank teams couldnt.

But understaffed. Still, Revi was in this team down to her threads. And shed keep this team together if she had to be the anchor, damn it. This was a good team!

So[Raiders], huh? That was Lacel the Leaper, you know?

Hrgh.

Halrac might have been responding there. Typhenous on the other hand stroked his beard.

Ah. Was it? Then we might have interfered with Izrilian drama in the making.

He winked at Revi. The [Summoner] was nodding, a pleased look on her face. Silence, then. After a second, Halrac turned his head.

What drama?

You havent heard about Lady Hetessana and Lord Bein? And Lady Dealia? Halrac!

Revi was shocked. The [Scout] just stared at her.

What does that have to do with a Courier and

He paused.

Oh. Some kind of drama?

Revi had to recount the tale of sordid betrayal for Halrac.

Of course, they dont know shes telling the truth, but I heard that she hired a Courier to take the pendant! And if that was himher estates are some of the most southern. So

So?

Typhenous chuckled.

So, Lady Dealia may be receiving a package, Halrac. And if it is the pendant, she will be able to appraise it very quickly. And Lord Bein will be in a lot of trouble.

Revi grinned happily.

I hear that Lady Dealias promised to call off the engagement if its true. And her brothers have sworn to stab Lord Bein through the heart if it is. I cant wait. And Im happy I can be part of it. Makes me feel warm inside.

She poked at her chest for emphasis. Halrac just looked at her, nonplussed.

Why are you so interested in gossip about the nobility, Revi?

The Stitch-Girl shrugged.

Eh. I just really like hearing about the stupid stuff they get up to. Keeps me entertained.

And I keep my ear to all sources of information, Halrac. Speaking of whichwhile I havent heard of a magic door in Invrisil, I think there is at least one familiar thing in the City of Adventurers for us.

And that would be?

Halrac eyed Typhenous, and then turned forwards. And there was the City of Adventurers.

Vast, sprawling, guarded by low, ten-foot walls that seemed to be expanding with each passing year, the City of Adventurers was a metropolis, one of the largest cities in the continent, like First Landing in the north. But Invrisil was a hub which connected the heart of the Humans northern lands.

It was also owned, at least in part, by Magnolia Reinhart. And it was generally safefrom war or [Raiders], or at least, more so than other lands. The Goblin Lord and the [Raiders] of this morning being notable exceptions.

One of the many gates to the city had a queue in front of it. Revi exclaimed as the horses snorted, catching unfamiliar scents. Invrisil was vast, too vast to take in all at once.

Aha! Culture! I cant wait to sleep in an actual bed for once!

Whats in Invrisil, Typhenous?

Even Halrac had to relax upon seeing the city, with its abundance of things to see or do. But he eyed Typhenous. The [Plague Mage] raised a soothing hand.

I wouldnt want to say until Im sure. Rumors are rumorsand there was a group of imposters

Impostor what? I dont want any more surprises, Typhenous.

Not after the door incident. Halracs tone was warning, but Typhenous just stroked his beard.

Nothing untoward, I promise, glorious Captain.

Dont call me that.

Yes, Captain.

As you wish, Sir.

Halrac Everam glowered. The three adventurers lined up the horses to the side of the gates, or rather, Revis summons did. But the three adventurers waited patiently in line with everyone else, slowly moving forwards.

There were [Guards] at the gates, checking cargo or waving people through. And it might have been odd, for a Gold-rank team to wait behind a humble [Trader] or wagons full of produce. But againthey might have been Gold-rank, and that was important, but there were rules.

Of course, there were people the rules didnt apply to. The three adventurers saw Lacel the Leaper. Hed made it to Invrisil, but had been stalled here at the gates.

Not because the [Guards] wouldnt let him through. As a Runner, all he had to do was show his seal and he could race past. But hed stopped

To shake hands. And talk with the people in line. They were crowded around the Courier for a chance to meet himand to ask if he was carrying the pendant. Lacel refused to show them the hidden package. Halrac stared at him as the Couriers voice became audible.

Runners confidentiality, people! But I can promise you, Im doing my best! Those [Raiders] werent much of a threattheres always desperate sorts. But low-level [Bandits]?

He laughed. The people crowded around him laughed too, some looking awed. Halrac just snorted. Revi sighed.

Ooh. And Lacel the Leaper has a fat head. Thats a shame. If he were a Stitch-Man, we could take some of the stuffing out.

Typhenous looked extremely interested.

Really?

Nah, I wish. It doesnt work that way.

Lacel was smiling, shaking hands. He must have been doing it the last thirty minutes because he was going down the line of people. Revi leaned out of her saddle.

Hey Lacel! What happens if the Bloodfeast Raiders take that ten thousand gold bounty on the pendant?

The Couriers broad smile slipped. He froze, and then saw her.

Well, MissId have to weigh my options, wouldnt I? But a Courier must deliver! Sayarent you the adventurers from the ambush?

He did a double-take and then strode over to them. Everyone turned to Griffon Hunt. Halrac found a hand being thrust up at him. He shook it reluctantly and saw Lacel smiling at him.

Thank you for the help, sir. Not that I couldnt deal with the [Raiders], but I prefer to outrun them! I appreciate the help!

It wasnt a problem.

Nevertheless! Ill buy you a drink if youre staying in the city. Im staying the nightId rather jog from big city to city.

Youre not worried about [Thieves]?

Revi queried, interested. Lacel smiled.

Footpads? Thieves? Most are too low-level and a good inn keeps them out. No, its safer to stick to cities with good lodging. While Im awake, I cant be jumped by anyone below my level!

Sojust adventurers and the Bloodfeast Raiders, then? How do you know we werent hired?

Lacels smile slipped. Revi gave him a pleased grin. He coughed.

Well, I doubt Lord Beiner, any unscrupulous persons trying to delay my package that iscan persuade adventurers to break their code. To the Adventurers Guilds. Erare you Silver-ranks? Gold, I presume

Were Griffon Hunt. Gold-ranks!

Revi snapped. There was a murmur. Butand it was funnyCouriers were more well-known than a lot of Gold-rank teams. After all, some Gold-ranks were seen bringing in a Cyclops head, or treasure from the ruins. But they mostly fought in caves, or places where people werent likely to be alive. Couriers ran in public.

Well, thank you again. And I owe you that drink!

Lacel smiled. He stepped back from the crowd and with a flourish, jogged towards the walls. He accelerated, and then leaptstraight over the heads of the startled [Guards].

Show off.

Halrac muttered, disapprovingly. Revi nodded.

I almost hope someone gets him with an arrow. Almost. But Im on Lady Hetessanas side. I just cant believe some arrogant [Lords].

Indeed. One fortunate enough to find such a [Lady]? Ah, but if I were tentwenty years younger, Id have tried courting her.

Typhenous nodded sagely. Revi rolled her eyes. The adventurers ignored the people staring at them; they were used to being noticed. Indeed, Halrac heard an excited group at the north-eastern gates chattering ahead of them.

Did you see that guy jump? Thats a Courier!

Is Ryoka a Courier?

No, shes a City Runner. Shes got the wind, but she cant do that. And that other guy? With the grumpy face? I told you! Hes got the Invisibow! Hes the Invisibow guy!

The [Veteran Scout] turned his head and saw a group of young men and women chattering. He stared at them. Had he heard?

Invisibow. Hah!

The [Summoner] nearly fell out of her saddle laughing. Typhenous hid a smile behind his hand.

Its er, a powerful artifact, Halrac. Useful, and it has an enchantment that propels arrows faster and further.

I know that. Im just not used to it. I cant see my arrows when I aim them.

You and your invisibow. Dead gods, thats hilarious. Lets hope it has another feature when we get it appraised.

Revi sniggered. Halrac rubbed at his forehead.

Revi. Did you hear them sayRyoka just now?

The Stitch-Girl stopped laughing. She sat up and glanced at the young people. From Earth.

I heard it.

Typhenous regarded the Earthers, but only with idle curiosity. He didnt know who they were. And nor did they know who he wasthey were staring at Revis stitches next, exclaiming over them.

Hm. Maybe she knows them.

Halrac paused. But he had gotten no communication about Ryoka. Nor about the Earthers. Because Erin hadnt contacted Griffon Hunt. The Silver Swords, yes. The Horns of Hammerad, yes, to find Ryoka.

But not Griffon Hunt. They had a connection with Ryoka. After allRegrika Blackpaw had come for Ryoka. And they might not know it, but Erin did. And so did Ryoka. Enough. Enough had been asked of them.

So the young people from Earth and Griffon Hunt passed each other by. The adventurers got to the gates.

Adventurers?

Yes. Griffon Hunt. Gold-rank.

The [Guards] eyed the adventurers a second time when they heard that. And the horses. But they directed the Gold-rank team into the city and pointed them to a stableswithin a stones throw from the outer walls. Halrac, Revi, and Typhenous entered Invrisil, the City of Adventurers. Normally, orderly. And then they got to work.

-

Were here. Ill send a Street Runner to find Briganda. Well meet at the Adventurers Guild in an hour if shes able. Ill also send a note tohold on. Whats his name again?

Erthe [Enchanter]? Hedault, I think.

Halrac snapped his fingers.

Yes, him. Well ask if he can fit us into his schedule to appraise what we have and sell everything off. It might take a few days.

Or weeks.

Revi sighed. Halrac shrugged. They were standing with the horses lined up outside the stables. A [Hostler] was waiting for them. Revi and Typhenous were standing in conference.

Ill let him know we have something he wants. Hes generally interested in

Halrac nodded to the bag of holding he had Griffon Hunts share of the treasure in. Revi nodded.

Man, I hate that guy. He cannot take a joke.

Her teammates looked at her. Typhenous coughed and Halrac nodded.

Good point. Revi doesnt have to come with us when we get everything appraised.

The Stitch-Girl scowled.

Thanks, Commander Everam.

Stop callingwe have an hour. Everyones free to do what they want. Whos selling horses?

Im gonna relax. Typhenous, you like haggling.

Id prefer to check on my hunch. Ill meet everyone at the guild in an hour. Best of luck, glorious leader!

The elderly [Mage] was already edging down the street, with surprising spryness. Halrac opened his mouth, and saw Revi hurrying off. He realized he was now in charge of selling the horses and getting the other three stabled until they found an inn.

And finding an inn. And people wondered why Halrac scowled all the time.

For her part, Revi smirked as she left Halrac with the horses. And thenshe smiled. Because she was in Invrisil! And that meant she could relax.

After all, she wasnt in her job for just the thrill of wading through a swamp at three in the morning and feeling mud bonding with your thread. Revi was an adventurers adventurer. And that meant she earned money

And spent it. Revi wasnt going to adventure until the day she died. She had dreams. She was going to go home to Chandrar someday. Oror find a nice place in Izril. Settle down. Have a family. Sew a child with some Stitch-Man.

Oradopt one. Probably not Humans. Or Drakes. But Revi was thinking of Gnoll cubs these days. Mrsha had been very cute and adorable. Of course, it really depended on who she met. And going to Chandrar was dicey; her homeland of Doran waswell, it had sort of been erased.

Conquered. It was now part of the Empire of Sands. So that made going home sort of awkward. But maybe by the time she got back, Doran would be back again. Chandrar had those sort of moments, not like Izril, with the north and south unchanging. Well, except for the Antinium.

The point was that Revi had a purpose. And in the meantime, well, for all the hard days of riding in cramped wagons and listening to Typhenous smack his mouth as he slept, or Halracs scowls, Revi got to live like a [Queen] when she reached civilization.

Hey. Hey, which way to the Cloth District? Dont give me that look. Just point. No idea? People like me? Hey, you. Cloth District? That way? Thanks.

Revi navigated Invrisil much like she navigated life. By finding someone to help her. She was a [Summoner]. That meant she could call upon long-dead Stitch-People to fight for her, her ancestors mostly, summoned through pieces of their life-string embedded in summoning stones that recreated them.

Or she could summon animals. Like a giant Face-Eater moth andother monsters. Corusdeer, etc. Revi was only limited by her mana pool and will, which allowed her creations to fight.

For some reason, most of the people she stopped stared at her and didnt give her a straight answer, or just pointed wordlessly. That was helpful, but it was only as Revi was walking past a glass storefront that she realized shed forgotten to put her nose back on.

Dead gods damn it, Halrac!Typhenous!

The Stitch-Girl swore. Her teammates had to have noticed and shed not realized she hadnt smelled anything the last little bit. So that was them getting back at her! Annoyed, Revi found a tiny needle and sewed the nose hurriedly back on. She caught the person insidea [Barber]staring at her through the window.

What? Havent you ever seennever mind.

Revi stomped off. Shed never have gone into the barbers shop. No matter how nice it looked, or how high-level the hairdresser was. What was the point for her?

No, Revis goal was the Cloth District. Many cities with a sizable Stitch-Person population had them and Invrisil was large enough that a good number existed.

The Cloth District. String People. Those who made themselves. Revi sighed as she smelled familiar scents. That of dyes, clothand she saw people with stitches on their arms and legs and body.

Sometimes disguised, like the flesh-colored stitches around Revis nose, and each Stitch-Person was different. Some were cut from large bits of carefully sewn cloth, such that an entire arm had no seams except for where it connected at the shoulder.

Others, like Revi, had bodies such that every single part was detachable; she could even pull off individual fingers. You needed to do that if you had a hand snagged by a monster and you wanted to detach it and replace it fast. But many preferred to have fewer stitches; it meant less to grow loose or fray over time. Plusknots.

Also, the binding thread being obvious or camouflaged was its own thing. Verycharged as topics went. You got everyone from people who insisted on bright stitches to make sure people knew they were String People, to people who tried to blend in with Humans. Fleshies, they were called. Traitors to their cloth.

Politics. But it came to the forefront whenever you walked in a Cloth District. IndeedRevi paused by the first shop she saw, and eyed it carefully.

The Silken Touch. Huh. How aboutGeneric Store Name?

She shook her head. But Revi was more concerned with the clientele and staff. And after a careful peer through the glass, she decided to risk it.

Hello! Welcome, Miss!

One of the Stitch-Girls welcomed Revi in. She was a beautiful, petite young woman with incredible features. Just absolutely themed. Eyes, ears, nose, facial structure and her body all complimenting the short and gorgeous look, more of a friends vibe than someone going for pure, beauteous impact.

Revi didnt give the young woman a second glance when it came to beauty. For Stitch-People, it mattered, a lot, buttheir standards were incredibly high. They could be whomever they wanted, so what impressed the flesh-folk didnt impress Revi.

But what did matter was the young attendants skinthat was to say, her cloth. It looked like skin. Normal skin. Very fine, soft, wonderful skin without cracking or roughness to add to her aesthetic.

But skin. Not some impossibly radiant skin that shone with a hidden glow, or made her look even more inhumanly beautiful. That meant the young woman was of the Cotton-caste.

Revi was Cotton. Her name was Revi Cottonwell, if you were going by Chandrarian address. Which was like sayingHalrac Human. But Cotton mattered.

If you were Hemp, you were born lower than Cotton. And if you were of Silk, you were born with a diamond spoon in your mouth. Or rather, sewn into your body. And oh, the castes did not get along. Silk was on top, but they were resented. And Cottons fought among themselvesCotton was a general term for their quality of fabricand everyone hated Hemps.

Hi, Im looking for some care and touching up. Ive got an hourmake it forty minutes? You have time?

Of course, Miss

Revi. Adventurer. Gold-rank.

The word made the other attendants and clients look up. Revi pulled rank. And the woman in charge herself, a [Seamstress], hurried over.

Miss Revi, we can absolutely fit you in. Would you prefer a private room?

Hmsure.

The adventurer found herself being led by the woman and two attendants into a lovely room. There was a soft, leather sofa-table to lie on, and Revi did just that, on her front.

My name is Dewlana. Im the [Seamstress] in charge of The Silken Touchapologies about the name, but it does pull in clients.

Revi smirked. She eyed Dewlana carefully. Because this was a woman made of silk.

Silk. When you made a Stitch-Persons body out of it, they lookedwell, unreal. The higher-quality a cloth, the more impressive the result. Dewlanas body was lithe, supple, and yes, silky, but it seemed to pick up and reflect the light better. And Revi knewshed be stronger than regular cloth-folk, tougher, and stronger.

Normally, Revi would have avoided any Stitch-Shop catering to her kind that had Silk-caste in it. Because they would make her experiencea pain. But Dewlana was the only Silk-bodied person in the shop; all her workers were Cotton. BesidesRevi had a thought as she glanced at Dewlanas face.

What can we do for you, Miss Revi?

The [Seamstress] tone was very hospitable. And why not? Caste aside, Gold-rank adventurers could toss around money like water. Revi smiled.

Id like my stitches redone. All of them. Make it good thread. Actually, make it silk.

The attendants shivered at the word. Silk. Every Stitch-Person longed to make a body of silk, or even some more costly fabric. Revis body was cotton, but silk threads were an upgrade she could pay for.

Shed gotten the money from Liscors dungeon, after all. Dewlana smiled wide.

Of course. Can we upgrade any part of you? Replace any limbs?

Mmno, I just want everything tightened. I dont want to replace some legs and get mismatched.

Naturally. And can we offer you a massage? Its a specialty; my own design.

A massage? Why not?

Revi didnt have sore muscles. Stitch-Person, again. But as she lay on her back, the attendants began undoing her threads. Andpiece by piecethey took Revi apart.

It was an unnerving experience for most to see. But Revi was made, like everyone else. When the attendants took off Revis leg, the flesh turned into cloth at once. A life-sized cloth replica, amazingly detailedthe more detailed it was, the better it functionedbut cloth nonetheless. They hurried it off and came back with delicate spools of silk thread. In the meantime, Dewlana attended to Revi personally.

My, your back stitches are somewhat haphazard, Miss Revi. And youve burst a few stitches.

Hazard of the trade. Also, I had to re-stitch myself to play this game. Baseball.

Ive never heard of it. But theres all sorts of new things coming to Invrisil. Have you heard of the plays?

Hm? Oh, yes. Are they here, then?

The [Seamstress] looked a bit disappointed as she began to sew Revi back up. The process felt good, reconnecting. Revi felt firm; her limbs fully-bound. The two gossiped as Dewlana worked.

Youve been here before, then, Miss Revi?

Not in a bit. But they have them in the south. Liscor.

That is a long way. I saw them just in the scrying orb a while back. Waityou wouldnt happen to have been around when?

Revi smirked.

You mean, the moths? I was there for that. Goblin Lord? I was on the walls.

Really?

Some of the attendants came back in. Revi enjoyed herself as they begged to hear from her. There was no concept of signing autographs, but Stitch-People had something just as good. Revis old threads were taken and made part of the bodies of the other Stitch-People. Theyd show it off and saythat was from Revi, Gold-rank adventurer.

After a while, Dewlana shooed the attendants away; this was about Revi, after all. As she sewed, she talked.

Well, Miss Revi, youve been at the center of more things of interest than I! And here most of my clients are talking about the King of Destruction

Right, Chandrar. How many are from home?

Home was Chandrar, where String People had been created. Dewlana shrugged.

A fair amount. But I get a number of non-Cloth folk.

Really? For what?

This was a Stitch-Shop, for repairing and maintaining and yes, upgrading bodies. Dewlanas eyes twinkled.

Actual massages. We repair your clothes at the same time. We are better at it than most.

Revi laughed. That was Stitch-People for you. She felt Dewlana moving around her, spooling more silk out to do the more obvious stitches around her waist, shoulders, etc.

No concealing threads?

What am I? A fleshie?

Revi regretted the comment; Dewlanas threads were nearly invisible. The [Seamstress] passed it off, though.

Keep it noticeable. I understand.

Right. Sorry.

Dewlana got back to work. Revi paused.

Sohome, huh? Are you from?

Nerrhavia. Yourself?

Doran.

Oh, wasnt that?

Yep.

My condolences.

Eh, you know how it goes. Itll be back or it wont. But I dont miss it too much. Franklythe only thing I think about sometimes areAlterkinds.

The fingers paused in tying a knot.

You dont see many, indeed.

Yeah. Well, I was in Liscor and I cant say theyd take kindly to seeing aCloth-Drake walking about. But I miss the creativity. No judgment.

That was important. Revi opened the door and Dewlana walked through. She casually kicked the door shut to prevent spying on their conversation.

Of course. You know, I knew someone. A friend. He experimented withwings.

Really? Did they?

No. You know how it is. The flesh moves, but he was too heavy.

You ever experiment?

Another pause. Revi felt herself being unlaced at the waist. She was at her most vulnerable in this moment. Anyone could attack her when she was helpless. And yes, it was a concern. But not in this shop, in Invrisil. Any Stitch-Person who preyed on another in this scenario?

Theyd be burned, piece by piece.

Well, you know.

Mhm. What did you try? I didscales. You know, decoration. And a bit of protection.

Really? What kind of cloth

You have to have really hard fabrics. But they have it.

Ah. WellIthis is embarrassing.

Spill it. Were both Cotton.

Revi twisted her head. And she caught Dewlana mid-nod. The [Seamstress] froze. And then she exhaled. She paused, stepped back, and gave Revi a rueful look.

What gave me away?

Aside from the fact that you employ Cotton-castes? And youre sewing me up without so much as a sniff? Im from home. I can see a cloth-craft.

The [Summoner] nodded at Dewlanas face. The [Seamstress] face looked like the rest of her body. Until you gazed closer and could see the micro-stitching holding the silk onto the original cotton. Dewlana sighed.

You have no idea how hard it is to reduce your faces cloth enough to layer silk over it. How obvious am I? No ones ever commented

Please. I told you, I hung out with Alterkind. They know all the tricks. Did it

Hurt? I cant remove my head. So it was flesh.

Revi paused. That meant Dewlana had peeled her skinshe looked at Dewlana a second time.

Was it worth it?

To run a shop as a [Seamstress] and not be stared down by other Silks? Absolutely.

The womans eyes flashed. Revi nodded slowly. [Seamstress] was a prestigious class in Stitch-People society.

Lips sealed. Dont sew em up.

Dewlana relaxed. They were, after all, Cottons, and you had to stick together, even if one was passing for Silk. She spoke after a few minutes of quiet rethreading.

Ears.

What?

I haderyou know Beastkin?

Yup. What about them?

Ialtered my ears. Well, I added ears from other species. Bunny, dog

Cat?

Once or twice. It was a look. But I grew tired of it. You hear way too much. And franklyyou can make them look awful if you mess them up. And you know, Alterkind

Revi laughed and nodded. There were people who didnt look like normal Stitch-People. Like Humans. Some looked like Drakes, or other species until you stared really close. And some were moreexperimental still. Sometimes it could be awful.

But mostly it was just a phase for young String People. In some Stitch-Nations it was considered profane, disgusting. But most were tolerant of low-level alterations.

Well, now that youve thoroughly uncovered my secrets, do you want that massage?

I mean, sure. I dont have any pain, though. I could always re-stuff myself. Whatow! Hey!

Revi felt a sharp ache appear in her shoulders. She looked over.

What are you doing?

Inducing muscular pain, Miss Revi. It will only be for a moment. And then

Oh. Wow.

The adventurer sighed as Dewlana began kneading her back hard. Shed induced the pain such that she was now hitting it perfectly. Revi sighed as she felt herself relaxing. And it was better than not having the massage at all.

Thats so brilliant.

It is a hit. The only problem I have are with Humansmostly Humanswho come in and expect something more than a massage.

Revi rolled her eyes.

And you look amazing. I love your stitches. Is the dark skin?

I didnt change skin colors.

Revi nodded. They both had darker skin tones than Izrilians. Dewlana sighed.

It is a problem. Human women always ask me what ointments Im using.

Both Revi and Dewlana laughed at the thought. Then Dewlana sighed.

And I cant but sit at a Human bar without men falling over themselves.

Appearances. They cant change. I feel it. At least my two teammates dont have that problem, much. But Im not exactly changing my appearance for flirting, you know?

If appearance mattered for Humans and other speciesit didnt as much for Stitch-People. They were the most looks-focused species in the world, and yet, they understood change was only a stitch away.

Maybe you should sew on some regular cotton. Pretend youre ordinary, find a good fellow, and then show him what youre made of. Put on the cat ears when you do.

Dewlana nearly laughed her own stitches off. By the time the forty minutes were done, Revi felt refreshed, restrung, and good. The silk threads were not cheap, but she felt like they were adding to her structure. And if she could someday pay for a silk body?

Well, she was attached to her cotton. And that was a struggle many had. Before Revi left, she leaned forwards and whispered to Dewlana.

Silk body, cotton heart. Keep it together.

You too, sister.

The two parted, smiling. Revi stretched in the sunlight. She smiled. Then her smile slipped.

Aw. Moths. Now we have to meet the old crew.

She sighed. If meeting Briganda was as bad as Elm, shed splurge on a nice, newarm? Silk? Ooh, it might not match, but imagine how that would feel? Revi converted herself as she went to settle old debts.

After allit was Typhenous and her fault that Griffon Hunt had split up. Mostly Typhenous fault.

But hers too.

-

The door to the Adventurers Guild swung open and Halrac stepped into the room. He was followed by Revi and Typhenous.

The adventurers in the vast, rather plush Guild that was one of, if not the largest in the continent looked up. Some stood at queues at desks tended to by receptionists, others were clustered around the bulletin boards listing bounties.

Normally, an Adventurers Guild was smallish, and had a regular cast of teams. Not so in Invrisil. This was one of the spots to be. You could find Gold-rank teams here at any hour. And the guild was open at all times. Even Named Adventurers might walk through these doors. The Guildmaster himself had been part of a Named-rank team.

Not individual himself; there was an important distinction. Teams could be as powerful or more powerful than a Named-rank individual, but the individual members might not be as formidable.

Even sothis was the spot. And Griffon Hunt, seasoned veterans that they were, knew the score.

They casually walked forwards, past Bronze-ranks who were covered in muck after slaying rats in the sewers, or had been gathering [Alchemist] ingredients. Typical errand-work to make ends meet. Past chatting Silver-ranks who looked up, appraising for competition and then looked down.

The Gold-ranks had their own section of the guild. You had to walk through a door. It was just a door; no magic runes, no guards. But if you didnt fityoud be seen.

The second door opened at a touch. Halrac walked through and glanced about.

Slowly. Carefully. There were far fewer adventurers in here. Six teams and a number of individuals. When they looked up, it was as equals, assessing, weighing the new competition that had just come in.

And heres the rat race, all over again. I miss Liscor. There we were big names. Until Pallass swanned in.

Revi grumbled. She was relaxed, standing with her team. But Typhenous, nodding as he bent to murmur to her, Halrac, cool and coldthey were all aware of themselves. They moved deliberately, calmly.

Because they were being watched. Because this was competition and how you presented yourself was important. Especially among Gold-ranks. How you were perceived, favorsit all mattered.

Not all Gold-ranks were equal, of course. Griffon Hunt moved with a confidence that made some of the other Gold-ranks decide not to try hazing them. Indeed, some Gold-ranks were low-level, at least, comparatively. Some were veterans.

Some were near Named-rank and only one thing, or recognition, held them back. But that was gold for you.

Sometimes it was mundane, and duller than you imagined. Other times it was Truegold, with a luster and magic beyond regular minerals.

Other times it waspyrite.

Griffon Hunt. I knew I placed you, but without those damn dogs, I never woulda guessed.

Someone murmured their name. A few of the Gold-rank adventurers snapped their fingers. Placing them. Halrac turned and saw a familiar face.

Todi.

Thats Captain Todi to you, Everam. I heard about Ulrien. Sorry about that. Was it true a Named-rank got him?

Griffon Hunt saw a man in a silk doublet, armed with a club and a wand. Captain Todi was an odd fellow; he dressed much like the Silk-caste of the Stitch-Folk made their bodies. Expensively, and to impress. But he had a wider face, and a nose that had been broken more than once.

Todi?

Revi murmured to Typhenous. He sub-vocalized a response into her ears with a flick of his fingers.

I know him by name. Todi, leader of Todis Elites. Yes, I know. But his team specializes in magical attacks and rapid movement. Teleport and [Fireball].

Oh. That sort.

Revi rolled her eyebrows. She wasnt a schooled [Mage]shed learned summoning through her family, and neither was Typhenous. But they both knew the sort of Gold-rank that Todi was.

One that relied on artifacts. His team of six all had magical gear. Maybe lesser teleport scrolls, or if they were [Mages], they knew the spell. Maybe an artifact that did the same thing. And their wands? Wands of [Fireball] would mean they could shoot six all at once.

Any Silver-rank team would have trouble matching that kind of firepower. But was itwell, high-Gold?

No. Still, they deserved the rank if theyd gone through enough battles, and Todi looked like hed been through a war. Halrac introduced him.

This is Revi and Typhenous. You twoTodi. I knew him in Silver-ranks. He pulled himself out of Bronze all the way to the top.

And dont you forget it, Everam. So this is your crew? Damn. And Ulrien bit it?

Halracpaused. Revi had an urge to nudge him before he belted Todi in the face. Becausehe looked like he was going to. But to her relief, the [Scout] only nodded.

Not a Named-rank. A criminal. Regrika Blackpaw. Gnoll.

Damn. A criminal? Well, Ulrien always had balls to even try taking one of them on, sideways or not. So you were at Liscor, huh? You shouldve stayed is what I hear. Im planning on going south myself. Can I get you a drink?

Halrac paused. He glanced overthere were people serving the adventurers.

We can sit. I dont see the person were waiting for yet.

He nodded and Griffon Hunt sat down. Todi waved his team off; they nodded at him. Then he called out.

Hey! Jewel! Get over here and meet Halrac!

Another Gold-rank adventurer looked up. She glared, but stood up and broke away from the team shed been talking with. Jewel, as it turned out, was a Balerosian. Her team came with her. All two of them.

Everam, meet Jewel. Shes part offuckwhat was it? Glistening Spear?

Glitterblade, Todi. Dont play games. Well met. Everam?

Halrac. Griffon Hunt.

Jewel was no [Mage], and her entire team were, in fact, [Fighters]. Well, variants on the class, but mobile, comparatively lightly-armored warriors. One was a [Duelist], the other a [Spellblade]a variant on [Spellsword] that had Skills which enhanced the artifact he carried, a flyssa, and Jewel herself was a [Swashbuckler].

Nimble as a cat. She made a name for herself fighting the damn Ogres who came out of the hills a while back. Her teams new to Gold-rank. Four months. Be respectful to Halrac! Hes been in Griffon Hunt at Gold-rank for over two years, Jewel. Longer than me.

Pleased.

The woman looked resigned at Todi casually ordering about, although her comrades were less than cool with it. But he had seniority, which matteredup to a point.

Of course, they used to be a squad of six. And then eight. Rolled about the north hunting Griffins. And they had dogs.

Griffon dogs?

One of the Glitterblades looked delighted at the play-on-words. Halrac nodded. He was sitting with Todi and the Glitterblades as Revi broke into the conversation.

Nice team you have, Todi. They dont want to join us?

Captain Todi. And theyre not my crew. Not like Everam and Ulrien. They roll with me, I give them gear, and if we split, we split. No hard feelings.

Todis method was another sort you found sometimes. His team wasnt a group that stuck with each other through thick-and-thin, just adventurers, almost like mercenaries, fighting for a brief window. It was closer to how Griffon Hunt operated, but even more casually.

You were a fan of that. You own all the wands and artifacts? Its been a long time since we saw each other.

Halrac spoke in a non-committal tone of voice. Todi snorted.

What, a year? Yeah. But like I kept telling youartifacts. Bug out if it gets hot. None of your kill em even if you die crap. Thats how your team got blacklisted in the north.

Ears perked up. Jewel hesitated.

Whats this now?

Ah, well, Griffon Hunt used to be the Griffin-slaying team. But during that migration of the things a few years back? Things got out of control and there was a plague

You meanthe Griffin-plague a year and a half back?

Halracs eyes narrowed.

You can catch them up later, Todi. Why are you here? I thought you operated around First Landing because the contracts were bigger.

The other mans eyebrows rose as he swallowed his drink.

You mean you dont know? Have you been on the road the last few days?

Thats road, Toady. Whats the news?

Revi smiled as Todi glared at her.

Shes got a mouth on her, this one. You reallyhey! Wheres the Wyvern bounty?

A few Gold-ranks pointed. Todi adjusted a ring on his finger, flicked his wrist. A bounty flew across the room and he caught the paper.

Feast your eyes

He showed Griffon Hunt the bounty. The team read in silence. Revi choked on her drink.

Two thousand gold pieces per Wyvern head!? Eighty thousand for

This cant be real. Its a prank.

Halrac tossed the paper down. Todi waved a finger.

Not so fast. Do you think Id be here if it was fake? They confirmed it. Its real. Someone sent the gold to First Landings Adventurers Guild. Remotely. Via spell transfer.

Impossible. Theres no way thats cost-efficient. Someone must be making some move politically. One of the Walled Cities? But why?

Typhenous eyes narrowed as he tried to consider it. Halrac just stared. Revi gulped. Theyd gotten a huge haul from their treasure in Liscors dungeon, even split three ways. But 80,000 gold pieces put all that to shame. Thatyou could think about being a Named-rank adventurers if you had that much gold to outfit yourself with. Or buy one serious artifact.

And the regular Wyverns are made of gold. Tell you the truth, I thought it was all shit. Like the Golden Goblin rumors, you know? But since its realIm cashing in. I bet you wish youd stayed at Liscor.

Its the High Passes. Not exactly safe.

Halrac muttered. Todi just laughed.

Ive heard that! But as far as Im concerned, its a race to the High Passes and my team moves out tonight! You want to join in, we can team up. But otherwise, well be taking Wyvern kills. Sorry about Ulrien, again.

He slapped the table and stood. Halrac murmured a goodbye.

That guy was made of a donkey and a mules ass.

Revi glared at his back. Jewel snorted.

Sorry. Is he like that?

She glanced at Halrac. The [Scout] focused on her.

Not all teams. Todis just the loudest. Ignore himexcept when hes working. He earned Gold-rank.

Whats your thought on the Wyverns? As anti-air specialists.

Another Gold-rank adventurer chimed in, a solo [Mage]. He wanted to chat now the loud adventurer was gone. Halrac pursed his lips and Typhenous and Revi paused. He was the expert; some might be reluctant to give their opinions, but it depended on the adventurer.

Id weigh it against your team. Were understaffed to hunt Griffins or Wyverns.

Even as a group of three?

Jewel was dismayed. Halrac looked at her.

They need at least four, preferably five. Monsters that large can kill even someone with artifacts if you dont anticipate the attacks. A Wyvern drops on their prey. And they weigh

The other Gold-ranks murmured.

Cant you just shoot them in the eyes? I saw that Antinium-thing doing it.

Sure. And if you miss, youre flatbread. With jam.

Revi snorted. The Gold-ranks quieted. Halrac nodded.

The real trick is that the High Passes have other threats. Eater Goats. Gargoyles. Worse monsters. Youll be under attack while youre staring up at the skies. And Eater Goats can sneak up on even Named Ranks at night and eat you as you sleep.

The other adventurers sighed, or shook their heads. A few more were chatting as Halrac gave them tips. Jewel was nodding to him, looking grateful.

Well invest in protective gear, or spells if we hunt them. More than we do normally, I mean. We were worried it was some kind of trickmaybe the Drakes want us to die in the High Passes, but if the golds therethank you for the advice. We dont get it from most of the teams we meet.

She shot a glare at Todis back. Another solo Gold-rank adventurer nodded.

Its nothing. Were all just sharing tips, and making our gold one monster at a time.

Revi was feeling generous. It was Typhenous who stroked his beard and nodded around.

We may work together in the future. Its good to meet young people in the Gold-ranks.

That was exactly it. You built connections in case you needed a hand. And in factHalrac paused.

Actually, were looking for new Gold-ranks. My teams meeting an old comrade, but do you know anyone whos looking for a team?

The other adventurers glanced at each other. Now, here was a common and uncommon offer. Join a new team. It was tricky, fitting adventurers together who worked. Many preferred to work alone or changed teams often for that reason.

Whos you looking for? Im a [Hammerer]. And dont let the class fool you; Ive consolidated twice. Can I ask about shares and so on? Also, whats your focus?

Were equal share.

Revi eyed the bald man who spoke up first. Halrac paused.

We dont have a set target in mind, but we do specialize in Griffins.

The Gold-rank made a face.

Eh. I havent fought em, but Id be willing to learn. ButIm looking for a group to fight Wyverns, not much else. Theres pure gold there. If youre heading south, give me a shout. Otherwisesome other time?

Of course.

A few more adventurers came over to test the waters. Revi had only a good feeling about one of them, a young woman who was just new to Gold-rank with a smile. She was a throwing expert.

She was nice. Good, long-rangeif we get Briganda with us, we could get her and another shield-person.

Halrac shrugged, reserving judgment as always. It was Typhenous who leaned over. And the old [Mage]s face was serious.

No.

His teammates looked at him.

No?

Halrac frowned. Typhenous eyed the young womans back.

Shesa [Murderer]. Not just an adventurer. That young lady? Shes killed more people than I have.

Revi and Halrac looked at Typhenous. The old [Mage] did have his wide and often eclectic sources of information, but Revi had to call him out on this one.

How do you know that, Typh? And dont tell me its a Skill or something.

Hardly. Im no [Arbiter] orI was inquiring after the state of affairs in Invrisil. Obviously I asked about people of interest. That young lady is known. She has a historyshes gone clean now, but she had to pay off a substantial bounty. And that was the one she was convicted of.

The [Scout] paused.

Definitely not, then.

Humans. You think you know someone

Revi shuddered as she stared after the young woman. She turned back to Typhenous.

Anything else you want to share before I shake another monsters hands?

The old man smiled.

Two things. Firstly, we may not see them here, but theres a Named Adventurer in the city.

Who?

Elia Arcsinger herself. The Goblin King Slayer.

Halrac and Revi both blinked.

You mean, the

She was the one who helped rout the Goblins in the Dwarfhalls Rest mountain, wasnt she?

Exactly. Her contract expired, but she hasnt left for the north. Apparently, she and her team have been living it up.

Can we meet her? I meanwait, is her team Named?

Just her. And Im sorry to say that shes reclusive. I doubt shed be drinking with Todi.

The Stitch-Girl nodded, disappointed but understanding. Named-rank adventurers and teams were another level, even with Gold-ranks. Halrac eyed Typhenous.

Whats the last bit of news? The thing you went out to find? Out with it.

Typhenous spread his arms, smiling.

It appears the Players of Celum have arrived at Invrisil. Theyre putting on plays in a theatreand they are the most coveted and famous thing in Invrisil right now.

The two adventurers stared. And then Revi sat back and laughed. Heads turned as Revi exclaimed.

No way. Thats incredible! And are they

Jasi and Wesle, the two star [Actors] on stage. I did check. Its impossible to get a ticket to their shows without waiting for weeks in advance, and apparently, some of the nobility have invited them to do personal performances. The Players of Celumdeclined and so the nobility are coming here.

The [Mage]s eyes glittered with amusement and delight. Revi was delighted. Even Halrac had a faint smile.

We have to meet them! I remember Wesle and Jasi! I think! One of thems a Drake, right?

Typhenous was nodding.

We can look into it afterwards. It may be hard to even see them, much less get face-to-face. Apparently, theyre so popular they generate crowds. There was this other acting troupe, but apparently theyve been disbanded because they were soinferior. A few have joined the Players, and theyre currently performing almost constantly. They have over a hundred

Halracs head turned. The [Scout] held out a hand.

Wait on that, Typhenous. Shes here.

Griffon Hunt stopped. Revi looked up. And she saw a woman, Human, scarred from a life of battle, in her late thirties, making her way over to them.

A [Shield Maiden]. She wasnt as burly as Ulrien had been, but she did have muscle. And she had a stocky build, and Revi knew she could block a charging bullor Griffin. Once. But even without her Skills, Briganda was tough. Shed split more monsters heads with the enchanted hatchet she carried than Revi could count. That same hand was now leading a little toddlerpast the tables

The team stared. Briganda halted and stared at them. She lookedshocked. Revi felt almost as shocked, seeing her.

That bad night, when Griffon Hunt had disbanded, theyd all parted ways. Now, it was painful to see the old teammates again, especially because she and Typhenous were outsiders. But

There was also the kid. Briganda smiled after a second. She had violet in her hair. Violet, mixed with browna hereditary trait from some magic in her ancestry.

Here you go. Up!

She lifted the little boy up. Revi saw a young, young boy, flesh and blood and big eyes, staring at her. He had a head of dark violet hair, deeper than Brigandas, fair skinhe looked like his mother. He stared at her, wide-eyed. He couldnt have been more thanfour?

Mom. She has threads in her face.

He instantly pointed at Revis face. The Stitch-Girl blinked. Briganda sighed, affectionately, as she pulled out a chair.

Dont point, love. Its rude. Halrac. Revi, Typhenous. Its been one hell of a year since we saw each other. Ortwo? Closer to two, now.

She nodded at them. Briganda was at once familiarand different. The same woman who would unapologetically kick her teammates out of the way to use the bathroomand a mother. ButRevi had known this.

Briganda. Andits Cabe, right?

Cade.

Right, I knew that. Wow. He got big.

Cade had been just a tiny boy when shed seen him last. And he was still a boy. But now he talked.

Im Cade. Are you Moms friends? Why do you have that in your neck?

He stared at them. Revi looked at the threads in her neck.

Why dont you?

The boy stared at Revi with a slightly open mouth, trying to figure out what to say. Briganda sighed.

Cade, Im going to have a long talk with my team, okay? Can you sit and have fun?

Can I havecan Ican I getthethebox?

The boy instantly grew excited. Briganda nodded. Smiling, she handed him a littlebox. Revi saw it had hinges and it was clearly magical. Cade reached for it, and slowly, opened the lid.

A Dragon flew out. Cade and Revis eyes went round as the tiny Dragon flew around him. He instantly reached for it, missedbut the illusion perched on his hand. He petted at it, and Revi saw the Dragons head move. It had substance!

Remember, no breaking the things that come out or you have to wait a long time for them to come back.

Briganda cautioned Cade. He nodded slowly.

Ah, a trick box. Or are they real? A Box of Simulacra. I saw a few on the marketbut for practicing a war simulation, not entertainment. I can recharge the magic if it runs out.

Typhenous chuckled as he stared at Cade stroking the Dragons head. Briganda sighed as Cade sat, oblivious to the world, playing with his magical toy.

Dont tell him that, or hell lose what caution he has. It cost me an arm and a leg to buy, but it was worth it. Nothing else keeps his attention when Im working.

Briganda. Its good to see you. And Cade. Idforgotten.

Halracs voice was strained. Revi had too, although she hadnt said it. Cade was Brigandas child. Shed had him in the course of being an adventurer. Somehow, she hadnt noticed until she was close to delivering him and then the [Healer] had advised her that it might complicate matters if she didnt have him.

Shed decided to have Cade. And while travelling alongside Griffon Hunt, shed kept Cade in the care of actual [Carers], [Nursemaids], and so on. Revi remembered seeing a young boy, but this one was different.

Well, Ive been Cades full-time mother. Mostly. Hes big enough to come alongsometimes. But its a hell of a thing. I almost miss the days he was just a baby.

Briganda smiled tiredly. She nodded at Cade.

I still cant believe you never noticed you were pregnant.

I told you, I thought I was getting fat. And being a [Fighter] means I dont have as many symptoms. Well, I never puked in the mornings. Best part of my class.

The woman shrugged. Revi wanted to roll her eyes, butBriganda all over again. Shed walk into a trap Casielle had set five minutes ago if you let her.

Thanks for meeting us. We werent sure youd agree.

Halrac seemed to decide he was going to stay on track. He nodded at Briganda. She smiled, butreserved. She looked Halrac up and down, and then nodded at Revi and Typhenous. She was the original part of Griffon Hunt, though. And so she spoke mainly to him.

I owed it to you to speak, even if it was just about Ulrien. Named-rank, huh?

Yes.

Halracs brow darkened. Briganda reached out and grasped his shoulder.

Regrika Blackpaw. I remembered, but shes a Gnoll. Stillit shouldnt have happened. To tell you the truth, I felt guilty about it. So did the others, I think. Theyre still mad, Elm especially, but Cassiellell want to talk. But hes in Terandria.

The [Scout] nodded silently. He paused.

You keep in touch?

Some. Casielle drops in and out; hes always on long missions, like the old days, and you know how it is at a distance. But Elm messaged me last week.

Revi and Typhenous winced. Briganda studied Halrac. The man paused.

I regret that.

I dont blame you. Sounds like Elm saidwhat Elm said. I can imagine. But he told me something of what happened and what you offered sohere I am. What do you want to say?

Briganda leaned back, waving for a drink. Cade looked up.

Can I have a fruit?

Can you get one of those fruit drinks for my boy?

The server nodded. Briganda sipped from her cup as Halrac paused. When the [Scout] spoke, his voice was calm, flat.

I know we parted on bad terms. Im not here to make excuses. Or argue about the past. Ulrienlets talk about him later. Right now, as Captain of Griffon Hunt, Im here to tell you that we want to make things right. We cant undo the past, but were offering recompense. After that? Were fully quits. No grudges held, no old debts.

Whats the recompense? Elm said he turned his down.

Halrac looked at Revi and Typhenous. She felt her stomach twistingit was almost all of what theyd gotten from the dungeon! But it had to be done.

Elm can claim his share if he asks. Were putting it to use if he doesnt claim it by the time we reach out to Casiellebut its 6,000 gold pieces. To each of you. If you dont want

Ill take it.

Briganda sipped from her mug. Halrac paused.

Just like that?

She looked at him. The [Shield Maiden] nodded to her child.

Halrac, I have Cade, Im not working as an adventurer these daysand I have no idea who the father is. Nor am I exactly shopping around. Of course Ill take it. But thats not all Elm said, was it?

She looked at Revi. The Stitch-Girl shook her head. So far this was going far better than with Elm. The [Ranger] had tossed his drink in Halracs face before they even listed the amount. Revi nodded.

Were asking if you want to rejoin Griffon Hunt, Briggy.

The old nickname made Briganda smile. She looked at Revi and Typhenous.

The old gang, getting back together? Youre not calling it quits, then, Halrac?

Were recruiting. We dont stop. Not unless everyone leaves. You and Casielle are first on our lists. If you say yeswe dont pay you all six thousand gold. Youre part of the team. You get somethingbut we keep going. As we have. Ill lead.

Huh.

Briganda had to take that all in. Cade was giggling as a bunch of [Knights] trotted out of the box and faced off against the Dragon. They were bravely waving their swords as the Dragon assailed them from above with fiery breath. Then he smacked the Dragon as it picked up a tiny, flailing [Knight].

Be careful, Cade. Remember, if you break them, even to help out, its gone for at least eight hours! Thats until nap time!

The woman waved at Cade. Halrac hesitated.

I understand youve moved on, Briganda. We can just

She held up a hand.

Hold on, Everam. I didnt say no. Tell me about rejoining. What do I get and give?

Halrac paused. Typhenous steepled his fingers as he slyly pointed a finger. Cade giggled as the Dragon flapped away, blown by a stiff little gust of wind. He reached outBriganda steadied him before he could go over the table.

I believe our Captain will pay you two thousand gold pieces for personal funds, Briganda. Four thousand of the six goes back into our pool, to be used as needed.

It would still go to equipment and whatnot, just not necessarily to her. Briganda nodded.

Sounds fair. Two thousand enlistment? Sweet pot you have there.

Recompense.

Halrac clarified. Briganda paused.

Yeah. Ill take the gold either way. But joining up? Idyeah. Lets do that too.

She nodded. Revi blinked. But Briganda had never, ever, taken more than a minute deciding anything. That was why she was so good in a fight; she didnt hesitate. The longest shed ever taken that Revi had seen was deciding to have Cade.

Just likeno. In that case, Briganda, wed be delighted to have you. But your son

Halrac caught himself, and then gestured at Cade as Briganda let him watch a marching band. Briganda paused.

Cade?

How will you manage him? Hes older now. We might be gone from Invrisil

No. This time Im taking him on the road with me. I can find someone in most places we stop. And hes old enough to handle wagon rides. If I join up, he comes with. Thats not an argument.

The woman made a slashing motion with one hand. Halrac looked at his teammates.

In times past, Briganda had left Cade at safer places, not moving him around except if Griffon Hunt changed their working base. Halrac frowned.

Surely you can leave him somewhere safe. Its never entirely secure on the road, Briganda. We had [Raiders] just this morning. We might be able to leave him at an inn. And its convenient

No. He goes where I go. He nearly forgot I was his mother, Halrac. Im not leaving him again.

Briganda met Halracs eyes. She glanced at Revi. The Stitch-Woman felt a pang in her chest.

Hows it been, Briganda?

The [Shield Maiden] sighed. She rubbed at her hair, and she looked tired.

Honestly? Im jumping at the opportunity. Quitting Griffon Hunt with my name? No, even if Id been regular, I forgot how dangerous it is to go solo. Its hard to find a team, and with Cade, I cant just walk at an Ogre and not care what happens next. I have to take safe work. Escorting caravans if they let Cade come with, guard dutyI can get work because Im over Level 30, but Im always underpaid. You get me?

She looked at the others. They nodded. It was indeed a sudden change, moving from Gold-rank to any other sort of work, which was always less well-paying. Briganda went on, her voice steady.

And I cant afford the gear I need. I found a hole in my chainmail last month and nearly burst into tears. Because I cant earn enough for maintaining my non-magical gear. So yeahsign me up.

But its dangerous. I wont take a child into the areas we go to.

Briganda paused, clearly thinking fast.

Its dangerous in the city, Everam. ListenCade needs a mother. You think I dont know the dangers? I worry about him all the time and hes tried to climb off the balcony moren once. But Im not going to be the adventurer who runs off and he doesnt remember me. He goes where I go. Thats the deal breaker.

Halrac lookedconflicted. He glanced at Revi and Typhenous.

Thats not what I expected, Briganda. Im going to have to talk it over with my team.

I get that. You want more time or?

Give us a few minutes and well decide if we do.

The [Shield Maiden] nodded. She stood up, and hesitated. She touched the buckler and hatchet she wore.

Some of my armors worn down, but my magical gears all here. I had to pawn a ring, but thats all. And Ive leveled once. Thats my best sell. Id like to rejoin, honestly. Casielle might too, although he has good work. Hell take the money, at least. Thank you for that. Honestly. No hard feelings either way.

She nodded at them and then urged Cade to a distant table. Halrac watched her go. And Revi?

She was shaken. A bit. That had sounded a bit like desperation in Brigandas voice. Revi wanted to remind her she was getting six thousand gold either way. You could live on that! Not like Revi liked to, but still.

Thoughts?

Halrac looked at his teammates. Typhenous was peering at Cade. He made a face as the boy stared and Cade laughed. The old man turned to Halrac, smiling, and then replied.

If you want to decline, dont wait to do so.

Cold. Revi stared at him.

We cant turn Briganda down! Didnt you hear?

The roads no place for a child.

Halrac sounded uncertain. Typhenous shrugged.

Its certainly dangerous. But its your choice, Halrac. Briganda isnt irreplaceable. But she is a good woman. Stillimpartially, I can argue both against and for her. Cade will slow us down. And we might be unable to take some contracts. He might be put in danger inadvertently and put us all at risk. That is motherhood, and Briganda is a mother.

He looked at Halrac. Revi opened her mouth. But Briganda was a teammate!

And yetthere was no room for hesitation or distraction fighting monsters. She paused. Halrac closed his eyes.

Arguments for?

She knows our tactics. Shes got a powerful one-off Skill, and shes got gear, shes giving us four thousand backif we assume we give money to Casielle, but not to Elm thatshow much is it, Typhenous?

Were estimating our money at around 35,000 when appraised. Hedault will give us a clearer number, but assuming thats true, we will have 27,000 gold pieces to work with. If Briganda joins us. 23,000 if not.

And that was a large number. If they paid out to all threetheyd be spending nearly half of the dungeon haul. But this wasnt about just that. It was aboutRevi looked pleadingly at Halrac.

The [Scout] paused. He closed his eyes. He glaredopened his gaze and looked at his teammates.

Fine. Ive made my choice. First off, I dont like being Captain. Ulrien was better at this than I was.

Revi half-smiled, but she waited, nervous. Typhenous steepled his fingers. Halrac went on.

Brigandas everything you two said. I know her. The issue with her child is new. I dont like putting people at risk and sometimes we cant protect ourselves. Sothe answer is no.

The Stitch-Girls face fell. She stared at Halrac as he motioned Briganda over. He delivered the news and she nodded, heavily.

Any chance I can change your mind?

No. Sorry, Briganda, but your sons a risk.

I am?

Cade looked at Halrac. The [Scout]s expression didnt change. He flicked his gaze to Briganda.

Its my decision. Our team is probably going to hunt Wyverns. But the High Passestheres nowhere safe anywhere around the mountains. At all. You know that. And there arent any big bounties I know of, anywhere else. Were going to try and increase our funds with thatand we can gear up, maybe take temporary help. Once thats done, if youre still in the areawe can talk.

Briganda had been nodding. She stirred. Revi looked at Halrac.

Waitbut you said

We can work with Briganda on aprovisional basis. Well look at what were taking on. If we think we can get there, Briganda can join us. Otherwiseno.

The [Shield Maiden]s face lit up. She reached out and punched Halrac on the shoulder.

You bastard! Whoops, dont repeat that, Cade. Thats the Halrac I know. Stone-faced and soft as an unboiled egg on the inside. Wish youd been the father, or Ulrien. Pretty glad it wasnt Elm. Cassielle? Eh. Id live with the half-Elf.

Halrac tried to play it off, but he smiled a bit as Briganda gripped his shoulder. It was Typhenous who had a thought.

Halrac, perhaps Briganda can sign with us immediately.

What?

Briganda and Halrac looked at him. The [Mage] rubbed at his chin.

As I recall, a certain friend may deliver atransportation method to Invrisil. Not to the High Passesand it would be a few days ride. But Briganda might be satisfied leaving Cade in the area.

What? Transportation method?

The woman narrowed her eyes. She still had an adventurers instincts for the important. Halrac hesitated.

I didnt think of that. Its not exactly safe therethats where Ulrien

Maybe in the city? But wed still be using the passageway. Consider it. And if we are waiting for Hedault

The [Scout] paused. He looked at Briganda. He looked at Typhenous.

Thats an excellent point. Brigandawe can catch you up to speed. But if it was

Halrac, I can leave Cade somewhere for a week or two. As long as Im coming back to him after we get out of the swamp or something. Hes not camping with us near a monster. Im in. All the way. Whats this youre telling me?

Brigandas eye were shining. Halrac hesitated. Then he reached out.

I hate leading. I guess I have to rephrase my answer. Brigandawould you rejoin Griffon Hunt?

Absolutely.

The two clasped hands. Revi shot to her feet, eyes shining. She hugged Briganda and Typhenous rose as well. Cade looked confused.

Mom? Are you crying?

Its good news, Cade. The best. Im joining up with my old team. My friends. Do you remember them?

Briganda reassured her worried son. Cade peered at Revi. At Typhenous, who smiled down at him, and Halrac, who tried his best not to be a grim-faced man who could make a child cry at a hundred paces. Cade paused.

No.

-

They had to have a drink, of course. To celebrate. But even hereBriganda stopped after two cups. She was a mother now, and she had a lot to do. Quit her old job, tell some of her friends, assess her gear

And her team had to catch her up on everything that had happened. Briganda swore a blue streak before Cade asked her what the words meant when she heard about everything.

Ulrien, the haul from Liscors dungeon, Erin Solstice and her inn, Halracs bowand they hadnt even told her the big things.

Like speculation about Dragons near Liscor. But theyd already moved out of the Gold-rank area; adventurers had long ears.

Honestly, I dont like the idea of competing on hunting Wyverns. Well be fighting too many dangerous monsters, even if there are hundreds of teams heading to the High Passes. And well foul each other up. And we might get kill-thieves. Actual [Thieves]even conflicts with other adventurers.

Halrac was grousing, unable to admit that he was in a good mood. Briganda, clearly trying to get back into full adventurer-mode, was nodding.

I hear you, Everam. I meanIm out of practice, so Revi, Typhenous?

The two laughed.

Youve been in the team longer than we have, Briggy! Speak your mind!

It does sound really like a trap. Who put that ridiculous bounty up? And why? Ive been speculating with some of the old guard. But its a chance, and you know us

The [Scout] frowned.

I just dont like being one of the many. Griffon Hunt took a risk on Liscor and it paid off because we were first. But if there was just one request we could take while everyone focused on the big, obvious score

He trailed off. Briganda scratched her head.

Ive seen nothing with numbers like that, Halrac. You might as well go after one of the Goblin Chieftains in the north, and thats a lesser payout by far. There are a few Gold-rank offers, and I can remember one funny onebut nothing that pays anything. Heh. They were offering deferred payment in exchange for later rewards. Might as well say were adventuring for exposure and fame.

The other adventurers had to groan or chuckle at that. No indeed. Gold-ranks needed to be paid for their risks. Briganda slapped her thighs as Cade leaned against her, yawning.

Cades sleepy. And I need to tell everyone about this. Can I call on you in a bit?

Sure. Well have to organizethe situation with Cade. But as I said, we have a route straight back to Liscor. Hopefully we can intercept Erin, and get a few days jump on everyone else.

Halrac, you delight me. Subterfuge from you?

Typhenous exclaimed, grinning behind his beard. Briganda had to pace back and forth as she held Cade who was yawning.

I am so excited for this. Its been too long! Ill meet you inan hour, okay? I can put Cade to bed, get a babysitterIll still be hiring those! Maybe we can even get some with us?

It sure beats Erin and her inn. Dead gods, imagine if that skeleton was still about? Best nursemaid. Free.

Revi muttered. Halrac nearly snorted out his drink. He put down his mug, wiping his mouth.

Itll be good to see her. And if the Halfseekers do arrivewe could even intercept them, get the door here faster. I dont know whats taken them. But either way, we might beat all but the local teams to the High Passes. Again, I dont like risking us especially because theyre a Weyr up there. One wrong move and were not fighting a few Wyverns, but a Greater Wyvern, and a few hundred Wyverns.

His team sobered. That was what Griffon Hunt was good at, weighing the odds. Revi nodded slowly.

Well look into it. But for nowwe can take some time off, right?

Right. Well catch Briganda up on thesituation and speculation later. Tonight, we celebrate.

Griffon Hunt tapped each others mugs. Typhenous wiped his mouth and smiled.

And to do that, I think we should have a night on the town. Perhaps with Cade, although I fear it might be too adult for him.

Revi eyed her teammate.

Do you mean a brothel?

No. The theatre, Revi. The Players of Celum are apparently far better than when we knew them! And they have new plays!

The other two adventurers eyes lit up. Halrac paused.

I thought obtaining tickets was impossible?

For tonight? And cheaply? Certainly impossible, Halrac. For anyone but good friends of Jasi and Wesle. I assume theyd remember us. And it might be worth a shot.

I would. How good are the plays?

Halrac had something of an affection for some of the theatre hed seen. And Revi wouldnt mind it eitherespecially to treat Briganda to the plays. Typhenous smiled.

Good enough to have the entire city demanding more? To have people reselling tickets? Halrac, consider that the [Actors] may have leveled. I think we should try and seek the Players of Celum out while we wait for Briganda to get back to us. Any opposed?

There were none. And Griffon Hunt marched out of the pub where theyd been drinking to find somewell, free tickets.

It turned out to be harder than they thought. For one thingwhile everyone knew where the Players of Celum were now located, the theatre, the Season Theatre, which sounded rather close to Solstice, or an homage of sorts, was guarded from anyone without a ticket.

And the [Actors] were secluded from their adoring public by guards on an inn which catered only to them. And not even a Gold-rank adventurer could get past the security.

Everyone knows Miss Jasi or Mister Wesle. If they knew you, theyd say. And forget waiting about to pretend to meet them. No exceptions!

But were in their plays! The Siege of Liscor? Were Griffon Hunt!

The man talking to them rolled his eyes.

Yes, yes. Well done. Ive heard most of the teams, and all the individuals. Good for memorizing the nameGriffon Hunts a four-person team, though.

No. Its wasntwell, it was, but it wasnt and now it isbut our teammate

Griffon Hunt stared as the bouncer slammed the door in their faces. And theyd done better than most to get to the door. Typhenous stroked his beard.

Ah, a challenge.

If we cant meet them, lets just send a [Message] and wait.

Halrac suggested. Typhenous looked askance.

My dear Halrac.

Dont call me dear anything.

Captain Everam, how many [Messages] do you think they get each day? Especially from people claiming to know them? No, well get nowhere arguing. Or burning down the inn, Revi.

The [Summoner] looked offended. She stowed the wand.

I was just going to use a voice-amplifying spell and shout.

Soundproofed walls, Revi. No, we must find a better way to get in touch with them.

And you have a plan?

Typhenous eyes glittered.

As a matter of factI know someone who would recognize us. Someone I think we can find, if we know the right people. Follow me. Andbe prepared to spend a few gold pieces, Halrac.

The old [Plague Mage] smiled knowingly. Halrac and Revi looked at each other. But Typhenous, for all his habits, didnt lie. To them, at least.

Well, if it means entertainmentlead on. I was going to spend some of my gold on some fabric treatment tonight, but well be here for a bit, right?

Revi nodded; this sounded like fun, rather than work. Halrac was nodding, but caught himself. As they began to walk he looked at Revi.

Like what, fabric softener?

Its like that oil you people rub into your skin, Halrac.

Skin cream? I dont use it.

Ive noticed.

The old man chuckled as Halrac sighed. Typhenous walked down the street, leaning on his staff. And he was old. Old enough to have white hair.

That meant he was a grandfather in Gold-rank teams. Few adventurers reached his age. Andfewer teams would risk taking someone like him with them. Typhenous didnt look like he could outrun a charging Bicorn. And he probably couldnt. He slept like a log, had slower reactions than his younger counterparts

But he had survived this long on more than just reflexes. And it was his utility that had brought him to Griffon Hunts attention. It had been helpful in many ways.

And alsoit had led to the Griffin plague. It had led to Erins door getting stolen. And then retrieved, but Revi had been bothered by the revelation.

Typhenoushad a past. Like everyone, but few people slept with a poisoned dagger on them at all times. And Typhenous, old though he might be, was a surprisingly good infighter if you werent watching out for him. And in times like this

So what are we doing, Typhenous?

Halracs voice was suspicious. He folded his arms as Typhenous led them down the street, away from the inn. The old [Mage] was looking about.

Just making inquiries through certainchannels, Halrac. Nothing untoward.

You meanyour contacts. I told you, Typhenous. No more of it.

Halrac, it is entirely aboveboard. Completely. You can watch the entire affair. This isnt criminal; its justmy world.

The old man sounded a bit peeved at the allegation of pure criminality. The [Scout] glowered. He had a definite view about anything illegal. Revi was a bit nervous too.

Your world, Typh?

Revi, my dear. I have a history in any number of occupations.

Which shed known. But Typhenous smile looked more knowing than your average [Mage]s air of mystery. Especially because Revi could pretend to be wise and powerful too for the plebeians. But here they were. Typhenous led them down the street to his world.

The underworld of crime. The shadowed side of cities and Izril, that you could use when the legal options were out. Revi felt herself growing tense, and regretted agreeing so cheerfully. She checked to make sure her summoning tools and wand were ready for quick use. Halrac was doing the same; his invisible bow was on his back. The adventurers waited as their teammate found his first lead.

Typhenous found the first denizen of darkness, purveyor of misdeeds, by poking the first street urchin he came across with his staff. A passing boy with somewhat ill-kept clothes jerked as he looked up from a game of dice with his pals.

Watch it, old bugger! What dyou want?

The kindly old man wearing [Mage]s robes smiled down at him as Halrac and Revi watched. The other members of the gang stood upthey were young, ranging from eight to just their early teens; some were caught in a growth spurt.

They lookedertough. Staring at the adventurers without fear. Revi covered a smile. And she saw Typhenous lean over.

I beg your pardon, young man. I was just wondering if you could direct me toGrev. Im told hes a face in these parts. You wouldnt happen to have an in by which my crew and I could do a greeting with? Id be willing to pay for it.

The urchin blinked and his eyes narrowed. So did Halrac and Revifor a second there, in between his polite, mage-like speech, Typhenous had used what sounded like slang. The boy stared up at Typhenous and nodded, warily.

Grev? Yeah. Hes a face-of-faces, yknow? Weve talked.

That was a mark of pride, clearly. The gang nodded. The boy went on.

We can probably get you a greeting, yeah. But wed need to run it by our boss.

Of course. Can we make the request there?

Typhenous nodded. The boy rubbed finger and thumb together.

How about a token for the boss?

He blinked as the [Mage] flipped him a silver coin. Typhenous had already been expecting it. The boy fumbled catching the coin. He blinked at Typhenous and took a second measure. But then he shrugged.

Sure. Come on. You running with this crew? Looks like flatfoots to me.

Oh, the flattest and straightest of feet. But theyre adventurers. As am I.

What, Silver?

Gold, actually.

Revi smiled at the boy. He gave her a sideways look.

Oh yeah? Good fer you. This way.

Then he and his gang shot down the street, beckoning for the adults to follow. Revi faltered. Typhenous just smiled, stroking his beard.

You see? Nothing untoward.

Theyre children, Typhenous.

Children know everything in a city. And thats a gang, Revi. Young they might be, but weve paid for an introduction to their leader. Follow me.

The team hurried after the kids. Halrac was narrowing his eyes as they headed deeper into the city, away from the commercial districts. He kept glancing up and about and Revi knew the [Scout] was assessing everything. He halted as the gang waved them down a street.

Halrac?

Were surrounded.

Revi blinked. Halrac nodded behind him.

Someones on our rear.

More children. The gang. Looks like three. Its a precaution, Halrac. Dont worry.

Typhenous nodded behind him. He walked forwards confidently, into a small intersection in the alleyway. There was indeed a gang of boys and a few girls standing there. They were being led by a teenagerhe couldnt have been more than fifteen.

But he had a knife. He was flipping it, in one of those classic games where the point was to be as dangerous as possible without embarrassing yourself. He was, in fact, sitting at a crude wooden table.

Revi stared. Someone had hung cloth overhead, and wood, and created a miniature fortress in this alley. And as she and Halrac walked forwardsshe heard a sound.

So these are the flatfoots who want to meet Grev? Look like marks to me. All shine and no grit.

The [Gang Boss] called out. Revi turned her head. Two other gangs of kids were blocking the alleyway. And kids began to lose its meaning because some were in their teens. Which meant that while they werent full adultsthere were a lot of them. And most had some kind of weapon.

A cudgel, made of makeshift wood. A half-brick in a sock, a classic weapon. A knife. Weak weapons for a Gold-rank. But get stabbed by one of those, or hit, and it stillhurt. Revi eyed the gang.

Typh?

Hello, young man. We are indeed seeking a meeting with Grev, of the Players of Celum. I was told you could introduce us?

Typhenous voice was smooth, and he seemed blithely unaware of the people boxing them into the alleyway. And he was speakingeloquently again. Revi and Halrac eyed him.

So did the urchin whod brought them here. Typhenous smiled, stroking his beard as the [Gang Boss] snorted.

Youn half the city, old man. Grev dont have time for anyone who calls. But sure, we can probably arrange it. No promises youll get a fancy ticket.

Leave that to us. We just desire a rendezvous.

The boy cocked his head and then laughed. So did his gang, with the kind of fearlessness that told Revi that they thought they had the upper hand. Her skin was crawling a bit. She didnt want to fight kids, but you heard story about gangs. Stillshe didnt want them to try anything. If she had to summon one of her phantoms, it would tear through a gang like this.

On the other hand, Halrac looked more tense than Revi. He had uncrossed his arms and put his back against a wall. And he was glancing up; Revi saw a figure disappearing from the rooftops. She hesitated. Dropping stones on their heads? Now this was a really good ambush

But Typhenous was still smiling. The [Gang Leader] heaved himself upright. He flipped the dagger up in the air, twirling it as he came over. The adventurers watched.

You want to meet Grev? Were gonna have to talk coin. Gold, right? I hear youre Gold-ranks.

More laughter. The young man saw Revi eying the dagger. He grinned.

Dont worry, Miss. I dont mean no harm by this trick.

He flipped the dagger. Revi reached out and grabbed the blade. Shemissed.

Oh, she caught the dagger. But she grabbed it blade-first. Everyone winced as Revis hand opened up and the Stitch-Girl grimaced. Red blood ran from her hands from a very deep cut. The young man recoiled in shock.

And Revi smiled.

What, this? We dont play these games where I come from. Not much risk.

She tossed the dagger back. Then she opened her hand. It hurt like hell. That was a stupid move. But she didnt let it show as she carefully pulled out a needle and stitched closed the flesh. It sealed, with magical speed.

Fucking Clothheads.

A girl muttered from the back. The [Gang Leader] recovered his poise. He wiped the dagger on his shirt and twirled it back into a sheathe.

Youre not too bright, Miss. If I had anything on the blade, youd be regretting it. But lets talk coin.

Indeed. What sort of remuneration did you have in mind?

Typhenous was smiling. Justsmiling. The [Gang Leader] laughed. He performed the same gesture as the urchin had.

Were talking gold to meet Grev. Lotta people need speaking towe dont run with him regularly. You want access? Its gonna cost you. Twenty gold.

Twenty

Revi inhaled. That was way too much! Typhenous stroked his beard.

Thats a high price.

Not high for a ticket, which is what you want, right? You want a good one, tonight? They run you higher. And were talking meeting with Grev. And he runs with the Players of Celum. You play your cards right, he might introduce you to the cast.

The young mans eyes gleamed as he gave Griffon Hunt the upsell. Revi recognized it; he was trying to milk them for coins. She raised her eyebrows. But Typhenous flicked his fingers. He was going to speak.

This is very true, young man. Mm. But I wonder if we could renegotiate to a lower price? Twenty gold coins is an awful lot of money. And Gold-rank we might be, but we dont care to spend that much.

But you can. Thats my price, old [Mage].

Typhenous sighed as the [Gang Leader] stepped closer. He looked vaguely around at the kids and teens, who were suddenly looking moreintent. Halrac shifted.

Typhenous

The name made one of the urchins near the back start. But the old [Mage] waved at Halrac.

Halrac, its fine. I dont intend to spend more gold. As I told you. Perhaps we should find another gang, then.

You cant just talk to the boss and walk off, flatfoot.

One of the other gangs warned the adventurers from behind. Halrac shifted. He had a shortsword, enchanted, and his bow. But he clearly didnt want to use it.

Boss, boss

Someone was calling out from behind the [Gang Leader]. But he was glowering.

Listen up, old man. You clearly dont know how this works. You dont pay for a meeting and back out.

But the price is rather high. Cant we negotiate?

Boss

The street urchin was fighting forwards. The [Gang Leader]s eyes narrowed.

We dont negotiate with outsiders who dont know the score, old timer. And were not afraid of adventurers. Bring em. Named-rank, or whatever you have. This is our territory. And you

He leaned forwards, hand on the dagger. Revi tensedand Typhenous moved. Quick as a snake, he grabbed the young man as he moved forwards.

A loose tunic. Bad to have something you could snag in a fight. Of course, Typhenous was wearing robes, but they were enchanted. And as the young mans eyes widened, he tried to pull back

And froze. The old, kindly [Mage] with a grandfatherly look, posh talk, and not a lot of sense was holding the tip of a dagger right next to the young mans ear. And he lookedwell, mostly as kindly and good-natured as he had before. But when he leaned down amid the frozen children in their gangs, his voice was somehow a bit lessrefined. And friendly. Well, he sounded friendly, but you know how it was.

Young man. Im no flatfoot or outsider. Ive run with more gangs than youve seen. If I come to this city, people know that Im neither flash nor builder or viner or whatever low-scores youve seen. Im all scorewhen I care to be. And no one takes me for a loop.

Silence. Halrac and Revi stared at Typhenous. The [Gang Leader]s face was pale as the dagger hovered right in his ear canal; he was trying not to breathe.

Shitrats, hes got the boss!

A girl exclaimed. She had a sling, but she was staring at Typhenous. The rest of the gangs stared too.

Whore you, old man?

The [Gang Leader] whispered. He stared at Typhenous. And the old man answered.

If you did your work, young man, youd know the name and the face. I run with Gold-ranks now. Respectable. And this is a favor, all straight and above-board. But if you have to askthey call me Typhenous. The Plague Mage.

There was a murmur at this. The [Gang Leader] cast his eyes sidewaysthe boy whod recognized Typhenous from his name was waving his hands. Wide-eyed. Revi looked around.

Lets try this again. Apologies for the grab; I just feel it pays to make an impression.

Typhenous let go, sheathing the dagger. The young man stumbled backwards, feeling at his ear. He stared at Typhenous. He laughed, shakily.

Dead fucking gods, old man! You just had to say your name and wedve changed our tune!

The Plague Mage smiled. He went back to his lugubrious, innocent manner of speech.

Ah, but if you were trying totrick us, that would have been pertinent information. A gang without manners cant be trusted whoever they deal with.

And if wed been false?

One of the younger members queried. She looked worried; Revi noticed all the weapons were disappearing, rather quickly. And the kids were backing up from Typhenous.

The Plague Mage. His eyes twinkled. And then stopped shining.

Well, you know what happens next. Im willing to pay for a meeting, by all means. At a reasonable rate. But convey to anyone you meet, please, that Im serious. Id hate to pay for topsoil.

The [Gang Leader]s face paled. His gang members murmured and drew back further. Revi heard Typhenous title repeated.

The Plague Mage. She hadnt given it much thought. Adventurers got nicknamesthe Named Ranks all got them. But there was clearly some significance in this world to a name too. And Typhenous had one.

Well put out some fingers. We have met Grev. Were not sewn together, but we can get you to him.

The [Gang Leader] replied after a long break. Typhenous smiled.

Good. Tell him were friends. Griffon Hunt.

Right, right. Be one sec. Ill get my best [Finders] on it. And get you an escort

The young man backed up fast. He began ordering his gang around and Typhenous turned to his team. He smiled as they gave him a look akin the other ones he was getting from everyone else.

As I said. Nothing to worry about. Its all about how you present yourself.

Halrac glowered. But he kept his mouth shut until the gang dispersed. The same urchin theyd first met pointed. And his tone was far more respectful as twelve of his fellow members moved out ahead of him, down the alleyway.

We gotta make some other meetings, Mister Typhenous. Make some palms shine. This way.

He led the team out of the gangs hideout. When they were out on the street, the gang began pointing them further into the city. Typhenous nodded for them to lead the way. Only then did Halrac confront him.

What was that?

An introduction. I know, the theatrics. But despite what that young man said, he wouldnt have taken us seriously unless I demonstrated I knew what was happening. We wont be paying a ludicrous amount. We will have to give some money, but I think it wont be much of anything.

Typhenous nodded to Halrac. The [Scout] opened and closed his mouth. He clenched one fist.

You scared that boy. To save us gold?

Rather than apologize, the old [Mage]s eyes glinted.

I did what that young man was familiar with, Halrac. He respects a display, nothing else. The gang understands and we have their respect as well. Its their world and mine. I was one of them, once. I know how it works. I understand your objections, but trust me, Halrac. This is how it is done. It would rather be like me telling you how to hunt.

Halrac chewed that over and nodded, slowly. He wasnt entirely an idiot.

Neither was Revi. But she gave Typhenous another sideways look.

I heard you had connections when you got signed to Griffon Hunt. How much of that was your level, and how much was the other stuff?

Ironically, neither Ulrien nor anyone else even cared, apart from my spellcasting ability. Ive tried to help in small ways to make up for myerrors. To greater or lesser effects.

Typhenous nodded apologetically at Halrac. The [Scout] grunted.

I disapprove of it.

I know. And I am sorry, but the door incident was going to happen with or without my interference. I mitigated the damage; they were two very good gangs who could have had the door to Invrisil within three days without being caught. And we came up a few thousand gold pieces higher for it.

And the consequences you mentioned?

The Plague Mage paused. A kid was waving at them and another gang of kidsthese ones marked by black sashes tied around their armswas waiting, staring at the Gold-ranks.

Ill deal with them as they come up. But we have the door to Liscor. On the whole, Id say it was worth it.

Hmf.

That was all the [Scout] said. But he let Typhenous do the rest. And what Revi saw after that, as she met other gangs who seemed to progressively get older was

A celebrity. Typhenous was conveyed by the same group of kids from the first gang. But they went from place to place in the city, speaking to people who knew where Grev might be, or who had an in. And the older they got, the more they started as they heard Typhenous name.

The Plague Mage. My da says he knew you when he was running tricks!

An awed gang boss actually shook Typhenous hand; he led a group of [Toughs] and [Thugs]. Typhenous smiled.

Those days are past me. Im merely an adventurer now.

Yeah, thats what my da says. Hes a huge admirer. He says if oneve the Knives can run straight, and a Scorer like you gets to be Gold-rank, anyone can. You want to meet Grev? Well do itand give you the proper discount. Favor, Mister Typhenous. Whore your people? Your new crew?

He looked at Halrac and Revi. They blinked as the rest of the gang had to meet Typhenous. They barely looked twice at the other Gold-ranks. Typhenous was smiling, downplaying the accolades. And that was only one gang.

You were in a gang?

Most people who grow up without a proper job or class do. It was nothing special.

Sure. And the Knives? Whats a scorer?

Typhenous eyes twinkled. He winked at Revi.

Just terms from the past. Oh

He paused as the young [Tough]s father himself rushed out to exclaim and shake Typhenous hand. Revi looked at the old man. And she realized.

He was a hero. To the people he met. Someone with a history that anyone in the know knew. Or if not a herothe Stitch-Woman leaned over to Halrac.

You know anything about this, Halrac?

No.

Whos Typhenous, then?

A face. Whatever that means.

Revi looked at Typhenous. And she saw an old mage, a man with white hair, an adventurer. Walking amid the streets and gangs and the hidden side of a city. He fitand yet, he had left it all behind a long while ago. He had become a Gold-rank. And Revi began to appreciate what that meant. For someone like Typhenous, to the people who knew where he came from. And he was using his past for his team.

Gangs or adventuring teamsloyalty mattered to both. And it made sense. Griffon Hunt was more mercenary than the other teams like the Silver Swords or the Horns or Halfseekers. But they looked after their own. They had splintered, rather than give up on Typhenous after the mistake. And he remembered that.

Revi wondered if he still felt guilty. She still remembered the plague, when she slept, sometimes.

Everyone had things they regretted.

-

In the end, Griffon Hunt did end up paying gold to meet Grev. But only four gold pieces, spread out in smaller bribes. Making palms shine. It took them nearly thirty minutes of walking from spot to spot, getting closer and closer to access to Grev himself. And when they found him, it was almost at random.

Grev? What dyou want? Hes not entertaining any flatfoots

The suspicious boy broke off as the guide whispered urgently in his ear. He paused.

Not even fer a facealright, alright! Ill tell him. But he might rat off. He dont like being bothered.

Kindly inform him that Griffon Hunt would like to speak with him, if he has time. Halrac, Revi, Typhenous. From the inn. Those exact words.

The boys mouth moved as he glanced at the adventurers. He nodded.

Alright. No promises.

He sidled back through the door hed been guarding. Revi got the impression it was something like a baror another hideout. Only, not one you could get into regularly. And the gang that Grev was hanging out with was a lot better-dressed than the gang Typhenous had asked to help.

Indeed, the Plague Mage handed a few silvers over and made the urchins face light up. They disappeared as the adventurers found themselves alone in front of the door.

I swear, Typh. If this is all a waste of time

They wouldnt lead us around like that, Revi. There are consequences.

The [Mage] was relaxed. He took a little sip from a healing potion and then a stamina potion. Halrac and Revi werent bothered, but Typhenous smiled after he did that.

Aching joints?

Age, Revi. I should buy a liniment while Im here. But I find most potions do their job. A shame their effect loses its power the more times you use them. Butah!

The door opened. Revi saw a kid, only around thirteen years old, standing in the doorway. He had yet to hit his growth, and he had been scrawny, underfed. But hed filled out since then, and he was wearing good clothes. Stillhe had some of the street on him, and his hair was messy, most likely on purpose.

He had a gap in his teeth as he grinned. The gang behind him looked warily at the adventurers.

You know these flatfoots, Grev? They say they know you.

The boy stopped gaping. He grinned. The [Street Rat], Grev Redigal, younger brother of Jasi from Celum, who had once tried to lead Erin Solstice into a mugging laughed in delight.

Know em? Theyre part of the crew! Miss Erins crew! Theyre all right! Dead gods, the Playersre gonna flip when they see you! Thats Halrac, right?

Grev.

The [Scout] nodded. Grev cackled.

Id know that scowl everywhere! Guys, Im gonna rat. Thesere friends. They need me for anything, they get it. Just like the rest of the ones I told you about.

The gang of kids relaxed. The leader, a girl, tapped Grevs shoulder lightly with a fist. He was clearly with them and yet apart, much like Typhenous.

You got it, Grev. Favor. Thanks for the tickets. My mum flipped twice when she got them.

Anytime. Come on, you three! Howd you find me? They were saying a face was askin about me and I got worried. That you, Typhenous? You never said!

A [Mage] must have his secrets, Grev. Its good to see you.

Revi too?

Hey. Grev.

Revi waved awkwardly. She hadnt really known Grev from the inn. She remembered him, of course, the kid whod been with the Players. But Revi had to admit, her contact with the Players of Celum was mostly remote.

And yetit was like adventuring teams. They knew each other. And ironically, this far from the inn theyd been at, the bond felt stronger. Short it might have been, only a few monthsbut it felt like years. And The Wandering Inn had left a mark on them all.

Its amazing to see you all. Is the door to Liscor open? Ive been watching, but theres been no word.

We came on foot. We were hoping the door would be active too.

Grev led them back on the street. He tugged up a hood over his head as he chatted with the adventurers.

Because of the Wyverns? Right. Ive been keeping my ear to Liscor. Heard about the Crelers.

Crelers?

Griffon Hunt started. Grev gave them a wide-eyed look.

You dont know? Dead fucking gods kicking rats! Youve gotta hear about it! But maybe lets find the Players first! Theyll love to see you. Mind you, it was good you came to me. Smart. Favor for thatrespect, I meanno one can get near the inn with the cast. Theyre more famous thananyone right now. Lots of people want to be their friends.

So we noticed. Its incredible.

Indeedthere were posters of the Players of Celum on the more populated, commercial districts. Revi had to stare at a full-scale poster, hand-painted by an [Artist]. It depicted Jasior rather, a beautiful Drake standing with [Soldiers] in the background, and the heads of Wesle and a Human that Revi didnt recognize in the background. It looked like some grand story, and the caption just readElisial, now showing at the Season Theatre.

Fame. Grev himself was hiding his face. Whereas he was walking with Gold-ranks and chattering away.

You have no idea. The cast have to wear illusion spells just to go out. Theyre signingyou know the autographs? Im getting more than I can deal with, so I hafta wear a hood. And Jasiyou cant beat the guys off her with sticks! Myself, Ive got a few girls

Revi rolled her eyes. Halrac just stared at another poster, this time of Wesle and advertising Macbeth.

Have you heard from Erin?

Nah. I mean, I keep up, and we get [Messages] from Temile. New plays, some stuff. Shes out of Celum. They kicked her out and the Players went with her. Dumb as a bag of rocks, that lot. The Players are now in Liscor. And theyve got Drakes and Gnoll [Actors]. Maybe even Dullahans and Garudas if that door to Pallass works with the magic grass. Dead gods, thatd be something! Emme wants to bring the crew from Liscor over when the door opens. Wed be able to have flying Garuda, Dullahans with detachable body parts for the fight scenes and such

Whoa, hold on. Magic grass? Erins out of Celum? What?

Revi was trying to catch up. Grev cackled at the look on her face.

You dont know! This is great! You dont know about the Hornsdead gods! Did you at least hear about the Wyverns in Pallass?

Halrac nodded. Grev was leading them back to the Players of Celums inn.

Of course. We didnt have a scrying orb, but we heard about it. Wait

The [Veteran Scout]s brows crossed together. And he had athought. Born purely out of his knowledge of Erin. He looked at Revi. The [Summoner]s jaw dropped and Typhenous blinked.

She was there! Miss Erin! And one of the Antinium was in Pallass! Youre gonna flip! Come on, I have to show you! The Players should be in the inn!

The young boy was overjoyed. And Revi felt her smile growing larger. Erin had been at Pallass? During the Wyvern? No way. Was she a magnet for trouble or something?

Shes got magical fire too. Temile said it was glorious. And a garden-thing! Thats how shes charged up her doorapparently it can take a lot more people to Pallass! We could travel back and forth fairly regularly!

Hold on. We have a teammate we want to introduce to the Players. Can we find her first?

Sure! Whos she?

Briganda was scheduled to meet her team at the same pub. She was already waiting.

I put Cade to bed. Whos this? Wait

She stared at Grev. None of her teammates had told her about knowing the Players of Celum. They hadnt put together the significance. But when Briganda heard that they knew the famous [Actors] whod hit Invrisil like a Tier 8 spell, she flipped three times.

Dead gods! Were going to meet the Players of Celum? Youre Grev!

Thats right, Miss.

Briganda looked awed. Revi felt discombobulated. They were all Gold-ranks, but when she heard she could meet Jasi and Wesle, Briganda was like a girl meetingGold-ranks.

Ive got to buy some paper! For signing! And Cade! I want him to meet them! And you know them, Halrac? You never said!

They were justat the inn.

Halrac looked as close to stunned as he got by Brigandas reaction. Grev laughed.

No problem, Miss. Griffon Hunts a friend of the Players! Sore any of the folks who went to The Wandering Inn. Come to that, we have a recruit who was at the inn. Fancy fellow, does our special effects.

Lets go! Now!

And they did. Griffon Hunt walked towards the Season Theatre. And the inn where the Players were located. There was a crowd. But Grev walked right past them and strode up to the door. The [Bouncer] blinked when he saw Griffon Hunt again.

You know this lot, Grev?

Sure do, Redit. Theyre Griffon Hunt. The originals. Is Jasi in?

Upstairs. Getting ready for the show. Wait, theyre really

He stood aside as Grev walked through. Revi gave him a triumphant look as he stared, wide-eyed at them.

The inn wasnt The Wandering Inn. But it was run by a Level 30+ [Innkeeper] who knew his stuff. It was three times as large as The Wandering Inn, and it was amazingly fine. And the Players of Celum were the only customers inside, save for the staff and a few very star-struck patrons who paid for the privilege.

Jasi! Wesle! Emme! Look who I found!

Grev hollered into the room. Revi, staring at the dozens and dozens of [Actors] and stagehands and people all talking or rehearsing, saw a group in the center look up. A Drake swept to her feet. She looked amazing, in makeup, and when she stood, the room stilled.

As I live and breathe! Griffon Hunt!

A man stood as well. Wesles voice filled the room as he pointed. And Griffon Hunt, the door still open, heard a roar of surprise from the crowd whod heard. They turned at the exclamation and then the cheering.

Suddenly, they were in the spotlight. On the stage. The Players of Celum shot to their feet. The ones who were from the inn leapt out of their chairs, half with flamboyant acting, but also genuine pleasure. They strode over, and the Gold-rank adventurers found themselves shaking hands.

It has been months! Or so it feels! Hello! Revi, isnt it?

The Drake leaned over, shaking Revis hand. She was taller than Revi, but she feltlarger. Not like Briganda, but with that air of importance. Revi found herself nodding at Jasi.

YesIm sorry, but we heard you were here, so

Of course! Youre from Erins inn! And were delighted! Was it hard getting in? Did you come via the door?

They came on foot! Found me, they did! And they didnt know.

The boy was practically dancing with glee. But Griffon Hunt was overawed by the change in the Players of Celum. Theyd rented an inn that the Gold-ranks would have stayed at, permanently. And they had a crowd begging to see them. And yetthe Players were delighted to meet Griffon Hunt. Friends from Liscor!

You havent heard about the Crelers? Oh, Five Families! I was in shock when I heard. But the Horns are Gold-rank! They brought down an Adult Creler! And the inn was attacked by Crelers! Destroyed.

Halrac sprayed his drink. Revis jaw dropped. Briganda was staring at the others in shock.

Waitan Adult Creler?

When was this? Are they alive? What about Erin?

Halrac demanded. Typhenous was blinking. Revis heart twisted. An Adult? Those were team-killers! Even Gold-ranks wouldnt go up against one of them unprepared.

They survived! Some teams died, but the Horns all lived! Yvlons arms changedCerias eyes too! Dead gods! Its the kind of tale that we have to perform! But how can you do it justice? Andel tried, but it was fight scenes, not the easiest to turn into a play.

Wesle rested one foot on the chair, as people fussed over his wardrobe. He nodded to a [Writer] sitting in the corner, in his own booth, bestrewn with paper, snacks, and drinks.

We have to tell you everything. But later. Were performing tonight. You must come see us. We want to perform for Erin when she gets here. Were holding a booth just for her. You know? Phantom of the Opera style? Were putting that play on. I cant believe she forgot about itbut its wonderful. I need to practice my singing, but we have an actual [Singer] weve added to our main roster.

A half-Dwarven woman was nodding, ordering the [Actors] about. Emme spoke to the adventurers as she snapped at the underlings who were now her crew.

We perform each night. All day, every day, really. But we have multiple teams to take the load off. Stillyou came at a perfect time. Were doing Lady Macbeth. Jasis the lead, and our star team is taking the stage. Hey! Someone find the special tickets! For the Solstice Booth!

There was a stir among the new [Actors] watching. Kilkran, the [Actor] with a voice like deep honey, laughed.

Itll stir up the audience to see you there! Wherere the tickets? Also, you must seeits Macbeth, but altered for a female lead. I wasnt sure about it, but it is immensely popularLady Reinhart herself has expressed interest in seeing it!

Weve seen Macbether, but it sounds great. Solstice Booth?

Briganda was nodding rapidly at Revi. The Stitch-Girl was overwhelmed. Jasi smiled as she reached for her [Performance Supplies].

We have to go on stage in the next hour. But after that, youre invited to the after-party. Itll take a bitwe do go out and shake hands and sign autographs, buttruly, wed love to have you. Do you have any more friends? We can get more tickets

Can I bring some of my friends? I saw one of your plays, Miss Jasi. Id love an autograph.

Briganda was awestruck. Revis jaw dropped as she held out a piece of cardboard for Jasi to sign. The Drake did so with a flourish. Jasi nodded.

Anyone, by all means. We have tickets reservedI know theyre valuable, so Emme has to manage them, and the special seating. Were upgrading the theatre constantly to be bigger and bigger. Some of the nobles want their own sections, and of course everyone wants a ticket. We were performing with Elia Arcsingers team in the balconies just last week

Elia

The Stitch-Girl stared. Her eyes bulged. Her jawwell, it wasnt on the floor, but only because her stitching was good. Revis mouth was openand it stayed open as she left the theatre and the crowds lined the streets, shouting at the Players of Celum.

Revi sat, open-mouthed through being led into the Solstice Booth by the security at the theater. As people stared up at her in the packed auditorium. As the Players performed on stage. Jasi strode onto the scene, as Lady Macbeth, and she blew Revi away. The Stitch-Girl said nothing, just watched as the play opened, ran, and closed to a thunderous, standing ovation.

It was nothing like the play she had seen in Erins inn, in the background. The Players had special effects! Fight scenes with actual limb cuts, so real Revi felt alarmed. Andtheyd improved their craft beyond all recognition.

This was the stage. And it blew the Gold-rank team away. Revi found herself sitting in the inn, with the Players of Celum celebrating after their performance. Only then did her mouth close. And only to swallow the drinks and food.

That wasincredible.

Weve improved a bit.

Wesle remarked modestly. But his eyes were twinkling. Revi stared at him. And she had a definite sensethat they were close in levels. Which was unreal, for someone whod gained the [Actor] class just a while ago.

But the Players of Celum were the premier group in Invrisil. Halrac stared at the [Actors], as Briganda alternated between star-struck and delighted. Cade was on her lap, staring at the shining [Actors].

Typhenous, ironically, was most relaxed. He was collecting signatures, talking with the groupfully immersed in the scene. He was enjoying himself as the crew introduced themselvesto legends in turn.

After all, the Siege of Liscor was a play they put on and Griffon Hunt was a part of it. Revi nearly sprayed her drink all over Cade and Briganda when she saw a young Stitch-Girl playing her! Her skin was fair, but she was nearly the spitting image of Revi!

And heres our Halrac! Do the face!

A man roughly Halracs size and vaguely like him put on a scowl that was the exact match of the [Scout]s. Halracs eyes bulged and Briganda had to put Cade on the table before she fell out of her seat with laughter.

It felt like a bit of a dream. Revi looked at the changed fortunes of the Players and was glad and amazed. But it was when they recounted what had happened to the inn that she had to stop in amazement.

The Bloodfields. Creler attacks. Erin in Pallass during the Wyvern assault. The magic garden, her fire.

We missed so much. The Horns are Gold-rank? Yvlons arms are fixed?

They killed an Adult Creler?

Halrac just stared as Jasi and Wesle beamed. Grev was laughing at their expressions.

We may see them. Theyre bound for Invrisil. Speaking of whichthe Wyvern bounty is insane. Each one is being paid out at an Adult Crelers rate! Well, not if you add up local bounties on top of Rhirs payment. But who put it up?

Magnolia Reinhart could. But do you think she would? But we are looking forwards to the door, definitely. Actually, were debating linking our theatres with Liscor. Maybe sending money to Temile to build one in Liscor? Or Pallass? But weve invitations to go further north still. To First Landing. But we have no shortage of audiences here, so

As Jasi, Wesle, and some of the [Actors] were chatting about their ambitions to Halrac and Revi, Grev was introducing the cast to Briganda and Typhenous.

Weve got boats of people, so only the best of em get to audition with us. We have multiple teams. Jasi and Wesle are in the first one, obviously. But the rest are being trained up. And we have special effects.

Ah, like the mist for your [Witches]. Magnificent thunder effects.

Typhenous was nodding, delighted as he shook hands. Grev laughed.

Yeah! You shoulda seen what we had to do before that. But weve got a top-level illusionist. Wait, hes a [Magician]. Eltistiman! Come and meet

Typhenous was smiling and looking around when he heard the name. And the [Magician], who had a drink in one hand, was turning to meet the people the Players were excited about.

The younger [Magician], his robes flamboyant and colorful, locked eyes with the older [Mage]. Eltistiman dropped his mug. Typhenous recoiled.

One went for his wand, the other reached for his staff and dagger. Eltistiman pointed, faster on the draw.

You!

The Players turned. The [Magician]s wand was glowing, aimed at Typhenous face. The old [Mage] froze, hand on his staff.

Whats going on? Eltistiman?

Jasi turned her head, alarmed.

Oh, mothballs

Revi choked on her food. She remembered the name, too late. The [Magician] that Typhenous had saidthe one whod been there to stop the door from beingand Typhenous had

I know this [Mage]. Jasi, Wesle. We have ahistory.

Eltistimans wand never moved. Halrac was frozena hand on his invisible bow. He could draw and loose in a secondbut Eltistiman had the wand aimed at Typhenous.

Stop that! Theyre guests! I dont know what went down, but lower the wand!

Emme barked. Eltistiman hesitated. He looked around at the Players of Celum, his friends, and slowly, he did lower the wand. Revi breathed.

What happened? Eltistimans been a part of our troupe for a while now. He helped usis there some past between you and him?

Wesle looked at Typhenous, concerned. The older [Mage] was breathing slowly, watching Eltistiman warily.

Wehave had our incidents. Im sorry. Perhaps we should discuss it? Civilly?

He looked at Eltistiman, and the [Magician] nodded.

Civilly. Were both quits, anywaysit was a scene, Wesle. No hard feelings

He stared at Typhenous. And Revi sensed that hidden undercurrent of the street. Typhenous nodded.

Lets talk.

He stood up. The Players watched the two walk over to a table. The air blurred around them and sound vanished. Revi looked around. She met Halracs gaze. The [Scout] was frowning again.

What do you think?

I dont know. But I think we might be entangled again. Damn.

The [Veteran Scout] drained his drink. Cade nodded solemnly. Briganda sighed.

Its never a dull moment. Catch me up. Whatre we in for now?

-

Never thought to see you here. Frankly, Id as soon have kicked you in the ribs, but Im with the Players of Celum now. So I suppose we can let it lie. You didnt let them slit my throat.

Eltistiman eyed Typhenous as the two sat together. Both werecalm. Wary, but not tense. They knew the score. They were bothfaces. And they spoke with the same understanding that the Players and Griffon Hunt did. That of people with a shared background.

I did convince them to leave you. The Sisters werent amenable to it, but the Brothers

Dead gods, both of them? Maybe you saved me from a fight.

Eltistiman grimaced. He took another drink and looked at Typhenous. The old [Mage] nodded carefully.

You escaped without incident?

A shrug.

I woke up in the basement and walked out, invisible, of course. The Flower Lady wasnt happy, but she understood. It was still a black markbut I found the Players of Celum. And the door never got stolen. Solets call it quits.

Typhenous relaxed a bit. Words had meaning and a promise, even one not bound by magic or blood, carried weight. He nodded.

You have my apologies.

Frankly, I should have checked the door. That was an amateurs mistake. But yes. Good job on your victory.

The [Magician] glowered. But he sighed.

Stilltwo big gangs lost some members that night. I feelI dont want to ask, because I know you wont give it to me straight.

Id prefer that.

Typhenous kept his face straight. And he was wary. Eltistiman nodded.

I dont want to know. Butpeople have been asking questions, you understand? A [Nightstalker] and her guard visited me. And an [Enforcer]. They asked questions on behalf of their people.

The Plague Magepaused. He slowly raised his mug.

And?

I told them what I knew. But theyre not happy. Maybe it was an accident. But I think youve got some debts to pay. And if you stick around in Invrisilwell, youre here, but people saw you in the Solstice Booth. And they heard Wesle saying Griffon Hunt. They know youre here. Neither onell intrude because the Players are here and because this is Reinharts territory, but

Typhenous saw Eltistiman raise his brows. The [Mage] nodded slowly.

I have debts. And explanations. I will pay both.

Youd better hope theyre accepted. Because the Sisters are irked. The Brothersmight get it. But watch your back. Youre playing a game with more costs than rewards. And for a face as old as yours, its odd to see.

The old man hunched his shoulders at the booth. Typhenous looked up at Eltistiman. The Plague Mage smiled, wearily.

Perhaps. But some things are worth more gold than you can count. Im with my team, Eltistiman. And it is my team I owe. If I have debts, I will settle them and not involve them.

As you like. Lets go tell the flatfoots were square. But for Grev, theyre good, upstanding folk.

Typhenous had to smile at that.

So are my people.

-

That night, after Eltistiman and Typhenous rejoined the party, everyone was celebrating. Revi relaxed as Typhenous gave his team the all-clear. Theyd discuss it, but Eltistiman wasnt holding a grudge.

For now, relax. Marvel, and enjoy meeting old friends. New strangers. The stars glowed in the sky and they glowed brighter in the inn, with the Players of Celum. And Griffon Hunt was rubbing shoulders with Invrisils most famous.

So famous, in fact, that even a Courier could barely get a spot at their inn. Lacel the Leaper, eating in a corner of the inn, nearly died when he saw Griffon Hunt eating in the center with the Players of Celum.

Youyou were able to reserve a spot at the inn too?

The Courier, star of the saga with Lady Whatsherface and Lord Whomever stared weakly at Griffon Hunt. Revi blew a mocking kiss at him.

Hows the run going?

Im going to be travelling far tomorrow. Its a risky run, but you know how it is

The Courier stared as Jasi listened to the entire thing with Lady Hetessana and Lord Bein. And he had a definitesense of inferiority.

I think Ill retire early.

He stood, and went up to his roomsnot the biggest suite in the innannoyed. Miffed. But the Courier did have a job to do, and so he went to his rooms.

He felt unusually tired. Hed had to deal with two [Thieves] trying to go for his bag of holding earlier today. It was an inconvenient request, for all Lady Hetessana was willing to pay. But hed get the damn pendant there, or he wasnt Lacel the Leaper

The Courier practically fell into bed, clothes on. He was tired. He rolled himself into his sheets as, below, the Players of Celum and Griffon Hunt celebrated and talked.

The Courier was dozing, aware something wasoffwhen the door opened. He opened his eyes, wary, but exhausted. And he saw a figure slip into the room.

No. How did you

Lacel the Leaper, Courier, tried to raise his head. But the sleeping draught was in full effect. He looked up

And the [Bartender] smiled. Not Typhenous. Or Eltistiman. Just the [Bartender] no one stared twice at in the inn. She reached up and carefully adjusted her mask. She took it off and the artifact which had allowed her to mimic the actual [Bartender]s face vanished.

The Guild has a contract on your head, Lacel the Leaper. But dont worry.

Please

The Courier tried to reach for any of his items. He was supposed to be safe here! But this wasnt a regular gang member or [Thief]. Howd she infiltrate such an upstanding inn?

Wait. The Guild. The Courier looked up. And the [Assassin] bent.

Dont worry. Its not your life we want. Its a message. Magnolia Reinhardt holds no sway over us any longer. Soapologies. But consider this advertising.

She carefully put a gag over the Couriers mouth. He tried to scream, but the [Assassin]s gag was enchanted. She reached into a bag of holding and pulled out

A hammer. She adjusted Lacel on the bed.

Its not just about the pendant. Im not taking it. When they find youyou can tell them it was the Guild. In fact, wed prefer it. And the next day? Youll send Lord Bein the pendant of your own will. Your run ends here. But dont worrywell make sure this isnt permanent. Sorry, again. This may hurt.

He stared as she took aim at his legs. And raised the hammer and brought it down.

-

Pst. Eltistiman. Did you see that?

Typhenous paused in his drink. He was unsteady on his feet, but he had seen the [Bartender] move. And old you might be, but stupid or unobservant people didnt get old.

I saw it. You think its a face?

Cant be. Grev tells me the Players are beloved in Invrisil by gangs. It would be unwise. An outsider, maybe.

Should we check?

Mm. Lets. Halrac.

The [Scout] looked up. Typhenous pointed.

Theres a situation.

The mans good mood vanished again. Halrac growled.

If this is another cause of

Dont be stupid. This is me seeing something. Get the team ready. Someones going after Lacel the Leaper.

The leader of Griffon Hunt stiffened. He grabbed Briganda and Revi. They followed Typhenous and Eltistiman up the stairs, silently.

Stay behind us. If its one of the street, shell be fast and good at close-quarters fighting. Maybe a poison expert. What do you think? Ward spells and immobilization?

Typhenous cautioned the others, none of whom were good at extremely close-quarters fights. Eltistiman nodded.

There are two of usplus your team. Lets go in first. Talkthen cast. Ward spells on us.

Thanks for the confidence. Who is it?

We dont know. Someone pursuing the bounty. Now[Muffle]. And

Lacels room wasnt hard to find. The two [Mages] moved in front, and approached the door. Halrac pointed at himself and Briganda, but Typhenous shook his head. He motioned to Eltistiman. The younger man nodded, pushed the door open.

Stop.

The [Assassin] was waiting for them. She aimed a crossbow at them as the two [Mages] aimed at her with staff and wand. She stood by the open window; theyd caught her just as she was leaving.

Lacel the Leaper lay in the bed. His eyes were bulging but he made no sound behind the cloth wrapped around his face. He was secured to the bed. And a blanket was covering his legs

It was stained with red. Revi stared. She aimed her wand at the woman.

Who are you!?

Dont move!

Halrac aimed his bow at her chest. The woman made a tsking sound. She had a mask on her face, concealing her identity.

I dont know if youre a face, but this is the Player of Celums inn. This was unwise. Drop it. And if you go through the windowwell catch you.

Eltistimans eyes flashed. His wand was glowing, aimed at her. The woman paused.

Im no face. And if I were you, Id pretend you didnt see me. Well done on spotting me.

And we should just let you go?

His legs!

Revi stared at Lacel in horror. Brigandas hatchet was raised. She looked at Typhenous and Eltistiman. The woman sighed behind her mask.

Im sure you could stop me. Butlook. This is whom I represent. Were not abiding by Reinharts laws.

She traced a sigil in the air. It glowed darkly, with black light. Revi didnt recognize it. But Typhenous and Eltistiman did. They inhaled sharply. And both instantly lowered their weapons.

The Guild. Halrac, dont shoot her. You too, Revi.

Typhenous murmured. The female [Assassin] nodded.

This is a public statement. No hard feelings. I love the plays. Id ask for an autograph, but something tells me Im not welcome. If thats all

She leapt out the window. Halrac swore, but Eltistiman and Typhenous blocked him. The [Scout] rushed to the window, but the woman was gone.

Typhenous!

Hm. Legs are well and truly broken. This is definitely a message. Hes even got his bag of holding, see? Still locked.

The Plague Mage wearily walked over to inspect Lacel. The Courier was shaking in his bindings. Eltistiman rubbed at his face.

Yes. Dead gods, Ill have to tell Emme and the others. Theyre in danger. Not that many hate them, but if Reinhart really has lost control over the GuildI wouldnt want to be a Runner. Shes kept them off the Runners Guild, but this? A Courier?

He gestured at Lacel. Halrac shouted.

Typhenous! Who was that?

It was the Assassins Guild, Halrac. They accepted the bounty on Lacel. Nothey did this just to prove theyre willing to accept contracts on Runners, now. And that theyll operate in Invrisil. We just walked into a massive incident.

Typhenous sat in a chair. Halrac and Revi and Briganda stared at him. The [Shield Maiden] paled. She looked towards the door, where Cade was slumbering, having fallen asleep early in the night.

The Assassins?

You dont want to cross them. They have many members. Andwell, they used to be under Magnolia Reinharts control, or at least, she dictated who they didnt go after. No longer. I heard rumors

The two [Mages] were conferring. Revi just looked at Lacel the Leaper.

A message. She reached for his gag. The Courier inhaled as Revi removed the enchanted cloth. And then he began to scream.

-

A real drama took place in the Players inn that night. The infallibility of Couriers and Magnolia Reinharts will was questioned. The [Actors] and staff gathered to see Lacel being brought out of the inn to a [Healer], screaming. He still had the pendant. But his legs were broken and words raced through the city like fire. Dark, frightening flames, like whispers.

The Guild of Assassins. And Magnolia Reinharts power was questioned yet again.

That was not the only news that put a dampener on the night. Halrac sat in the inn, drinking with the worried people around him. Now, the [Actors] werent stars, just ordinary people. And the Gold-rank adventurer was the one who thought about the [Assassin]. The one who could fight.

But even Gold-ranks didnt cross the Guild of Assassins. Halrac drank, and glowered. And he had worse news. His face went still as his team sat with him. Briganda was soothing Cade as she talked. He was upset by the screaming and what he hadnt understood. The mood of the adults. He was falling asleep thanks to a sleeping tincture, very mild.

Im sorry, Halrac. I kept an ear out. I didbut it was way back. I thought you might have heard

I dont getword from there often. Its been a long time since I was there. When was it?

During the Goblin Lords attacks. It was raids from the mountain that did it. Im sorry. Windrest is gone.

Thats where you grew up, wasnt it, Halrac?

Revi looked at the [Veteran Scout]. His face was still.

Yes. Its a small village. If the Goblins were raidingtheyd have been unable to hire enough adventurers to fight them off.

It was fast. I heard most escaped. But there was that, and the fires. They say Drakes started them. Thats the rumor I heard. Even if youd been at Invrisil and heard about it, you probably wouldnt have reached them in time.

Briganda looked at Halrac. His face never moved.

I know that. The survivors. Where are they? Are there any?

He paused. Briganda nodded quickly.

I think a lot of them did live. Halrac, theyre all at Riverfarm.

Riverfarm?

The man stirred. He blinked at Briganda. She nodded.

Apparently, they all joined the Unseen Empire. Thats what theyre calling it. Some powerful noblethey say an actual [Emperor]is there.

An [Emperor] in Izril? Get out of here.

Revi snorted. But softly. Briganda shook her head.

Thats all I heard, Revi. Halrac, I think a lot of Windrest is there. Riverfarm was hit by the Goblins and the fires too, butthey did better than any other area. There was a plague in the Radivaek lands. But

I see.

Its not far to there. We could check on them.

Revi suggested. Halrac paused.

Illsend a [Message] first. I know someone from the village. Master Helmthe [Blacksmith] and [Village Head]. If hes alivebut we have careers.

This was an adventuring team. Everyone nodded, butfamily also came first. Home too. Revi didnt have any stakes in Izril, but if theyd been in Chandrar? Well, she wouldnt have asked her team to fight in a war.

Even so.

You know, there was that interesting job request from Riverfarm. I can find it. I thought it was funnyit was that one that didnt offer anything but pittance and deferred payment. Hold on.

Briganda put Cade in Revis arms. The Stitch-Woman stared at the boy, curled up, as Briganda got up and looked about. Halrac was just sitting there.

I think most of them got out, Halrac.

Yeah. Thanks for telling me.

That was all the [Scout] said. And as Revi tried to rock Cade, unsure of what to do, she felt it.

The Players of Celum. Invrisil. The door, coming soon. The Assassins Guild on the rise. Riverfarm. A day of fun and relaxation and sudden worry and shock

Halted. And ceased to matter. Because the adventurers felt it.

Something, running through the city. A chill on Revis cloth-skin. She stopped, as Cade yawned. And Halrac and Briganda shot up.

[Dangersense].

They chorused as one. The Players of Celum looked up as the adventurers shot out of their seats. Eltistiman grabbed his wand, covering the door. Halrac swung his bow up as Revi put Cade on the table.

Summons out, Revi

More [Assassins]?

No. Its distant. Somethings

A bell began to toll. Everyone in the inn looked up.

Thats a city-wide alarm. The Watch has felt it.

Eltistiman breathed. Halrac looked around.

Jasi! Wesle, take care of Cade.

Got it. What are you

Griffon Hunt, with me!

Halrac ran out of the door. The three adventurers ran after him. Eltistiman stayed with the Players. And Revi looked around.

Get to the walls! Find the Watch!

The adventurers ran as everyone else shouted, or panicked or ran for what they thought was safety. But Gold-ranks ran into fire. They saw more adventurers in the streets. Some, Silver-ranks, were hesitating. But Gold-ranks?

The Glitterblades raced out of the Adventurers Guild late into the night. They pointed.

That way!

Someone was blowing a horn, signaling the area the danger was coming from. Adventurers ran. They passed by the Watch. And Invrisil had a large Watch, well-armed. Not the kind that fought with the criminal underworld, though.

And not prepared..

For this. Revi climbed the eastern walls and stopped. She stared. And Halracs [Dangersense]Brigandasno wonder it had gone off.

Her stitches moved. Her cloth-skin crawled. Revi looked up. And she beheld the shadow walking towards Invrisil. A vast thing. A giant.

Dead gods. What is that?

Someone breathed. The adventurers looked at each other.

Its a giant. An actual Giant orI cant see! Halrac!

They turned to him. The [Scout] was aiming his bow, staring through the darkness.

Its some kind of Golem. Itsmade offlesh.

Everyone turned to him. And then they stared up at the thing. It had to be at least fifty feet tall. Taller than even the half-Giants. Revis skin was crawling.

Flesh?

I seefaces.

Halrac drew an arrow and loosed it. The invisible missile sped through the air. Revi saw it detonate.

A flash of flame. From afar, the giant golem appeared. It was made offlesh. A giant, humanoid figure, walking slowly. Huge stitch-marks were visible. But from afar, Revi could see hair. Armswhat had been bodies. And yes, staring faces.

The Blighted Kingdom preserve us. What is that? Who made it?

The thing lumbered at the city. For one purpose. Briganda whispered. Halrac loosed another arrow. Another magical arrowhead exploded.

The thing didnt even stagger. It just walked through the fire that scorched it. A monster made of

Bring it down! As Watch Captain, I am ordering you to join the fight!

A man was bellowing at the Adventurers. People were blowing horns and the Watch was aiming longbows, wands. But the giant creation was impossibly big. The Gold-rank teams looked at each other. They beheld a monstrosity. So they did what adventurers do.

-

Griffon Hunt, forwards!

Halrac bellowed. His team raced out of Invrisils gates, staring up at the huge Flesh Golem. Revis glowing warriors raced past her, without fear. But the [Summoner] was afraid.

This wasnt a Gold-rank threat. It was massive. It could step over the walls and destroy the city if it wasnt stopped. Her team couldnt hope to halt it alone; even at full-strength they would have balked at a fight like this.

But they were not alone. More voices bellowed.

Elites, get fucking ready for a fight! On me!

Todi strode forwards with his team. Jewel and the Glitterblades raced left.

Were flanking it!

[Chain Lightning] outgoing! Brace!

Someone howled from the walls. The adventurers racing below, especially those in armor, ducked. And lightning lit up the night. A Gold-rank team of [Mages] threw lightning and then fire, blasting at the giant colossus.

Set up a firing spot here! Wailbows, with me

Dont get near the feet! Itll crush you!

Im setting up barriers at the gatescover me

Hundreds of adventurers. Gold-rank teams, and Silver-rank teams streamed out the gates. It was like the battle against Crelers. But on a larger scale.

This was the City of Adventurers, Invrisil. And the adventurers lit up the night.

With me. Were attacking it from the side.

Halrac ordered his team left. He drew and loosed in a single motion.

[Piercing Shot].

His arrow embedded itself in the flesh-giants side, detonated. A bloom of light tore a chunk out of its body. But it wassolid. And it wasnt a living thing. It stopped, swiping down at the adventurers racing around it. But they dodged.

Its got no mobility!

Its solid the entire way through, though! We have to stop it before it gets to the city!

Revi and Briganda shouted at each other. The colossus target was the city; it only attacked those around it, and it kept walking, slowly, crushing ground and everything else in its way.

Typhenous, use [Valmiras Comets]. Reviadvance! Send your summoned warriors forwards!

Revi pointed. Her glowing warriors ran forwards, slashing at the giants legs, dodging back. Briganda stared up as Halrac loosed another arrow.

Engage the legs! Dont block each other!

A Gold-rank warrior with an axe cleaved through hardened flesh. But the Golem didnt even react. Revi shot a bolt of fire and watched it scorch flesh, butit was so big.

Its not going down! Its

Take down the legs!

Halrac bellowed at the other teams lighting up the skies with spells. Some heard him and began aiming lower, but there were adventurers in the way.

Comet outgoing! Dodge!

Typhenous shouted. Adventurers dodged out of the way as a glowing meteor hit the giant in the left leg. Itpaused. But that was all. It bent, aiming a fist at Typhenous.

Get out of there!

Revi and Briganda grabbed Typhenous. They fled and the fist shook the ground as it landed. No one could have blocked it. Jewel raced up the arm, copying the famous King of Duels. She began hacking at the head. But this was no half-Giant.

We have to take it down. Take it to pieces! Use an acid-jar!

Theres not enough acid in the world for that thing!

Griffon Hunt was loosing spells and arrows. Jewel looked up as more spells hit the giants head. She jumped, and her fall slowed before she hit the ground.

Watch your fire!

Dont climb up on the damn thing! Lets bring it down. Backwards! Elites, aim with me! [Marked Target]!

A voice from the left. Revi saw a familiar man. Todi aimed a wand, coolly, with Todis Elites. He pointed.

[Fireball].

Six fireballs shot from the wands. They exploded as one. The flesh giant felt that. It stumbled. Lurching. Part of its leg was destroyed. Todi roared, and his voice was louder than the rest.

Aim for the fucking left leg you worthless pieces of shit! Bring it down!

The other adventurers heard him. All of them changed their focus. And the flesh-giant seemed to realize the threat for once.

It moved towards Todis team. The Elites launched another volley of [Fireballs] and it stumbled, but it swung an arm down. Horizontallyyou couldnt dodge that and only Lacel could have leapt over it! Three teams screamed as they were hitRevi saw a man go under, crushed by the arm

Get clear!

Griffon Hunt had seen the motion and had already moved out of range. Revi spun and shouted at Todi. But his team launched a third set of [Fireballs]. Todi watched the arm sweeping at him.

Mass-teleport on my mark.

He paused. The arm swung, like oblivion, crashing through magical walls, obliterating tripvines. Todi nodded.

Mark.

Revi saw his team vanish. They reappeared behind the giant. Todi pointed.

Volley. Bring the damn thing down.

More fire. The flesh-giant hunted for the next victim. It put its foot down, crushing a ground slick with oil or something greasy.

Dont try to make it slip you idiots! Its too heavy!

Revi howled. She and the other [Mages] were firing. The melee warriors, the brave ones whod stuck around after the sweep, shouted.

The legs going! Get clear!

The Flesh Golem stumbled as more explosions tore away its body. It fell, one leg snapping. It hit the earth and Revi felt the ground quake. She saw the giant trying to stand. And then sweeping its legs.

Get around it! Hack it to pieces!

The adventurers swarmed it. Silver-ranks fought shoulder to shoulder with Golds, ducking out of the way as big spells hit the giant. Briganda blocked a slow punch, saving a bunch of Silver-rank [Mages] whod frozen at the blow. Halrac blew off a finger with Typhenous help.

The walls of Invrisil were filled with adventurers, throwing spells and arrows. The Watch helped, but their arrows were actually more hindrance than not. It did nothing to the giant, and Todi began roaring expletives when the arrows hit one of the adventurers fighting.

They ceased. And the giant kept trying to crawl, kept trying to attack the adventurers. But it was outnumbered by far. And it did not die. It was not alive. Nor would it stop moving until it was completely destroyed.

So that is what they did. Piece by piece, the adventurers vaporized the giant, made of flesh and skin. They hacked it to bits, burnt everything to ash. Until all that remained was the smell and memory.

It was not a battle of heroics. Of desperate last measures and levels. Revi was panting, her clothes and armor smelling of burnt flesh. Nauseating, and almost partially appealing, which was worse.

Whatwhat was that?

A monster.

Halracs voice was raw from shouting orders. He stared at the last bloom of fire in the darkness.

Fucking useless. If we werent here, itd have smashed the city up, but it wouldnt have gotten there in a million tries with us. What the helldid someone make that? It was flesh. Where did it come from?

Todi spat, looking shaken. The other adventurers conferred. Now the blood wasnt rushing in her ears, Revi could hear more than Halrac and the other adventurers words. She leaned on Briganda.

There were people in it. It was sewn.

Children. Families. It came from the east. Butno one reported it until just now. But there were villages

The adventurers looked at each other. They stared at what remained.

Bits of skin, like fabric. Black thread, lying amid the ash, unwilling to be burned. The Watch stared. Somepeople who had not seen worse, adventurers and guards, vomited.

The smell. The sight. Revi had seen worse things. But notrecently. She looked at her team.

Who did this?

She was shaking. And she was not the only one. Jewel was looking at a scrap ofRevi looked away. The adventurers all wanted to know.

It came from the east. Can anyone raise a [Message] to any of the villages? Anyone?

The Watch Captain was asking questions, staring. He looked over the walls, the way the thing had come.

East. Dozens of adventuring teams looked at each other.

Someone made that. I saw the stitch-marks. Lets get a posse. Any Gold-rank teams. Wheres Arcsingers team? Lets find whoever made that thing! Anyone with me?

Todi shouted. Instantly, dozens of teams volunteered. The adventurers were shaken. But exhausted? Their horror kept them moving.

Hold on, we have to wait. Lets figure out what the hell that was

Damn waiting. Lets figure it out! Anyone with tracking Skills take the lead! [Scouts] forwards!

Todi was enraged. He was organizing the teams. He was good at it. Halrac pushed forwards.

Todi, wait. Im going to investigate that

With who? Im finding whatever the fuck made that and putting my fist through its face. Weve got more Gold-ranks than I can count! Come on!

The man shook Halrac off. The [Scout] was arguingand then he stomped away.

What the hell was that? In the name of Rhirdo they have things like that?

Revi was still panting. Her cloth felt ill from that. As if something was wriggling in her stitches.

We have to find out what that was. Wheres the Adventurers Guild people?

They were on the walls, of course. Half of Invrisil was gathered at the gates, staring in horror at what they had seen. It was a mercy the giant had died outside the walls. They asked the adventurers who were coming back what they had seen.

Better not to know. The teams going each moved out, most on horseback. Halrac cursed.

Wheres the Guildmaster?

Hes talking with Adventurer Arcsinger. Shes not joining the hunt

Did she even participate? I didnt see a powerful blow.

Revi frowned. Shed expected the Named-rank to have been more obvious. But perhaps shed missed it? Halrac saw the Guildmaster talking urgently and cursed.

Find me a [Historian] or [Naturalist] or someone with a bestiary! Now!

The crowds parted. One of the Adventurers Guild staff hurried forwards.

Here. Adventurer Everam

What was that?

The man with the Adventurers Guild copy of the bestiary hesitated. He held the pages open.

Itlooked like a Flesh Golem. A variant, at least. But the scale of it

Do you have any information on what could make that? How it exists?

No, Adventurerbut

Halrac pushed him aside. The [Scout] whirled.

Damn.

Are we going with Todi, Halrac? We can catch up. Were not letting whatever made that slide, right? If it was a [Necromancer] or

Revi was shuddering. She wanted to take out her eyes and nose. But she couldnt remove her brain, the memory of it. Halrac paused.

We lack information. Whatever made that had to be Level 40 at the minimum. Level 50if it was a monster of some kind, a spell?

He paused.

Hold on. We have another source of information. Typhenous. Cast a spell.

Which one?

The old [Mage] was panting, sipping from a mana potion. Halrac paused.

Send it to Terandria. The Hunters Guild.

Typhenous paused.

I dont know their location. Id have to look it up

Instantly, Halrac and Briganda turned.

[Mage]! We need a message-[Mage] now! Mages Guild!

It took them only a moment to get one of the [Mages] normally on duty. The man was frazzled, panting; hed participated in the battle.

Adventurers, what can I do for

Halrac interrupted him.

Halrac Everam. Griffon Hunt. To Terandrias Guild of Hunters. Kingdom of Shade. I dont remember the name. I need to send a [Message] now, asking for information.

ErNoelictus?

Halrac looked at Briganda. She nodded.

Noelictus. Send it to their people. Top priority! They have a [Mage] who can receive. Tell them we need to know what that was. Ask for Cassielle.

Id have to run that by the Guildmaster if its top priority

The man hesitated. Halrac grabbed him.

Do it now.

The [Scout] never shouted, normally. Or raised his voice or changed expression. The [Mage] stared at Halrac the Grim and raised a finger to his temple.

I have them. One moment. Sending details. Please speak a description of the monster.

The adventurers spoke over each other.

Giantmade of flesh

I detected magic from the stitches, which refused to burn

Faces. It was made of faces and armssomeone took apart people and stitched

Fifty feet tall. Solid flesh interior. Enchantment didnt break until it was nearly completely destroyed.

The [Mage] tried to send it all. He closed his eyes, reaching for a piece of paper. Revi saw him pause. And his voice became flat, inflectionless.

Response incoming. Priority to Halrac Everam.

He wrote, mechanically, on the piece of paper. And then he unfocused. The man slowly handed the paper to Halrac. Revi crowded around with her team. They read. Revi felt her stitches grow cold. The message was short. And it read as followed:

Flesh-Giant confirmed as work of Belavierr, [Stitch Witch]. Aliasesthe Spider, the Weaver of Terandria. Threadstealer. Max bounty in excess of 60,000 gold pieces. Named-rank threat. Currently not advised to pursue.

And below that, another message, more personal.

She killed a team of elite [Hunters] and a [Knight]. Equivalent to a Named Adventurer and a Named-rank team. Stay away from her.

Cassielle

The Stitch-Witch?

Revi felt her threads moving. The name sounded familiar. Butshe looked up.

A Named-rank threat? She killed

Briganda paled. She looked at Typhenous. The [Mage] had gone dead white. He looked at his team.

Ive heard of Threadstealer. Whispers. Id rather cross the Assassins Guild than her.

Griffon Hunt looked around. And it was on their leader that they settled. Halrac looked at the note. He silently handed it back to the [Mage].

Give this to Guildmaster Tealve. Now. I dont care who hes talking to. Give this to him. And tell him the adventurers are in pursuit of the Stitch Witch.

Yes, Adventurer

Halrac pushed him. The [Mage] turned and ran. Halrac turned. He checked his quiver.

Briganda, get us three horses. Youre not coming.

Halrac!

The woman exclaimed. Revi started. She looked at Halrac.

Were going?

The man looked at her.

Todis headed straight for her. We have to stop him and the teams who went with them. There are at least eight Gold-rank teams worth and many Silver-ranks. Briganda, the horses. Move.

Revi turned to the east. Where no one had raised the alarm over the flesh-giant. And she heard it in Halracs voice. They werent going to reinforce the other teams.

They were going to prevent a slaughter. Griffon Hunt found four horses waiting for them. They leapt into the saddles and raced out of the city gates, east, pursuing the adventurers whod rushed to find the perpetrator of this monstrosity.

Briganda refused to stay back. And there was no time to argue. They galloped their horses, as [Messages] were sent, ordering Todi and the others to retreat. But Griffon Hunt went in person. Hoping to catch the other adventurers.

They arrived too late.

-

In a lonely village stood a woman. She was tall. And her clothes were dark blue, almost black. Like the abyssal depths of the deepest seas. Her hat was pointed. And her eyes were orange, ringed.

She stood still. Like a statue. In the darkest hour before dawn.

The witching hour. Belavierr, the Stitch Witch, didnt move as the adventurers found her.

In wrath and vengeance. Righteous fury. They surrounded the village. Saw her standing there.

The houses were empty. Not a light flickered in the windows. And no one lived in this village. They should have. It was close to Invrisil.

But it had been emptied. Now, the Stitch Witch waited. She ignored the man roaring his furious questions at her. The adventurers shouting. Her gaze was absent. Far away. The shadows crawled around her, on her dress. And the fury of the adventurers turned cold. They felt a chill that had nothing to do with the warm air.

Did you do this?

Todi didnt know why his voice was shaking. He didnt hear Griffon Hunt, racing towards the village, shouting at him. The woman in the black dress, the [Witch], seemed to hear at last.

Her head turned. It twisted. She looked at him sideways, and her eyes shone. The rings seemed to draw him in. Todis mouth went dry.

I saidput up your hands. Youre surrounded.

Multiple teams of adventurers stared at the woman. They hesitated.

Todimy [Dangersense] is screaming. It wasnt going off a second ago. Now its

One of his teammates whispered. She had gone white. Todi realized the truth. Too late. The [Witch] slowly took a step forwards. The airgroaned. The shadows seemed to nip at the adventurers heels.

And the [Witch] whispered.

Yes.

Just that word. Nothing more. The mortal adventurers stared at her. They searched for the fury they had felt a second ago. But it was extinguished. Slowly, Todi aimed his wand at Belavierrs face. He saw her lips move, into a wide smile.

The adventurers attacked as one as Griffon Hunt raced into the village. Revi saw arrows flying at the figure. Jewel unsheathed her blade and charged.

[Fireball].

Six fireballs flew at Belavierr. The [Witch] turned. She walked through the waves of spells and arrows. And a needle appeared in her hands.

The arrows turned in the air. The fletching screamed and the arrows flickered back to their owners. Screams. Jewel stared. The Stitch-Witch was gone. She had walked in a single step

There. To the side. Jewel tried to move. And then she realized she couldnt. She struggled. Little threads were binding her. Her arms slowly moved, back, back.

Snap. Belavierr listened to the scream. She turned. And the [Fireballs] hovered in midair. Todis Elites stared as their magic halted. The Stitch Witch tilted her head right and left. And thenRevi saw her reach out and pluck a strand of fire from the first glowing spell.

The fireballs, swirling masses of fire, moved. They became strands of fire. Weaving together, becoming a tangled orb of fire. Belavierr looked at it. And then she pointed.

Teleport!

Todis team vanished. The fireball detonated. And the fire

The flash and heat kicked Revi, even a hundred feet distant. She landed on her back as her horse reared, throwing her. She heard screams. Halracs voice.

Retreat! Fall back!

Adventurers were screaming. In a second, dozens had been downed. The arrows, the string webs around Belavierr that snapped limbs like twigs

And the needles. They flashed through the air.

Behind me! [Shield Wall]!

Briganda threw up her buckler. Revi saw her shield glowa hail of needles snapped as they hit the barrier. Briganda grunted.

Halrac

Cover me, Typhenous.

Ill try.

The [Mage] raised his staff as Halrac drew an arrow. Belavierr turned her head as the [Mage] threw an orb at her, a glowing violet ball of energy. She lifted the needle in her hand.

Revi saw the magical ball of power vanish. Typhenous turned pale.

How?

[Mages] weave magic carelessly. Look. I see a cloth-child.

Belavierrs voice was deep. Quiet. Absent. But then she refocused. And she was looking at Revi.

[Piercing Shot]. [Double Shot].

Halrac loosed. Two arrows flew. Belavierr lifted her hand. They snapped in midair, as the fletching moved.

How did she

String. Stitches.

Briganda breathed. Revi lifted her wand, reaching for a summoning stone. Her wand pointed at Belavierrs chest. And then moved down. Revi stared at her arm. Belavierr looked at her.

Do you know me, child?

Revi, get back!

Halrac was doing something. He raised another arrow to his string. Typhenous was trying to conjure another spell. But something was wrong.

I cant use magic. Shesunweaving my spells.

Revi

I cant move.

The [Summoner] tried. But her strings, her cloth wasvibrating. Belavierr turned her head left and right.

Even the String People forget me. Perhaps I have been gone too long. My daughter was right. I forget. So these are adventurers?

She turned her head. Jewel was lying on the ground. Her arms were broken. Todi aimed a wand at her. This time a bolt of lightning shot at her, fast as thought. It curved up and gently formed a loop. It hit the man on the chest and he went flying. Alive? His amulets

Todi!

Spells dont work. Nothing with cloth. We have to fight her

Typhenous drew his dagger. Belavierr looked at him as he lunged. He was fast

His robes threw him into the air. Briganda swore. She dove, catching the old [Mage]. She whirled, hatchet raised

Belavierr reached down and grabbed the [Shield Maiden]s foot. She stood up. And threw Briganda at a wall.

The Gold-rank adventurer went through the brickwork wall. Revi stared. So did Belavierr.

So this is Gold-rank now. Intriguing.

Fall back! Fall back!

Someone was screaming the word. Briganda was moving weakly.

Strong

Get back, everyone. Typhenous, grab Revi and go.

Adventurers were screaming, clawing at needles that stung their bodies. Some were cutting their friends free. But things were moving in the village.

Misshapen things. Golems, made of flesh. Lengths of rope, like snakes, which twined around necks and limbs.

Revi tried to summon her warriors. They were needed. They could buy timeshe just had to move her hand to the pouch

Belavierr was looking at her. The Stitch-Witch seemed fascinated by Revi.

I have been in Terandria far too long. Tell me, girl. Do you know me?

Nn

Revi.

Halrac was aiming at Belavierrs chest. The Stitch-Witch ignored him. Typhenous, clutching at his ribs, grabbed Revi. Thenhis robes twisted, choking him.

They were being obliterated. Revi trembled as she saw Briganda trying to sneak up on Belavierr. But her armorit had thread in it. Belavierr flicked a finger and Briganda went flying again.

They were not prepared for this. Adventurers prepared. They shouldnt have trusted in numbers. They should have prepared for her.

They should have brought fire. Revi shuddered. Belavierr looked at her.

Do you know me?

And now, the words triggered something in her head. Revi went cold. Her stitch-heart beat in her cloth chest. And her lips opened. Because the [Witch] let her.

You. Youare you? Are you one of the Threadmakers?

Once upon a time, someone made the Stitch-Folk. And they had won their freedom. Long ago.

Belavierr smiled and her eyes drew Revi deeper, deeper.

Close. I did not make you. But I gave your people something. And you have always remembered me. Come here. And let me see what binds you. What you are made of.

Revis legs moved. The Stitch-Witchs face filled her vision. She began walking to Belavierr. And the [Witch] reached for Revis strings.

Halrac loosed his arrow. Belavierr flicked a tip of a finger, dismissively. Revi heard a thunk.

An arrow appeared in Belavierrs chest. In her heart. The [Witch] blinked. She stared at the arrow shaft.

Ow.

That was the most normal thing shed said. Revi felt the control leaving her. She stumbled backwards. Typhenous gasped. Belavierr looked at Halrac, blinking. He loosed another arrow.

This time she flicked her wrist. The arrow went through her neck. The [Witch] made a sound. And Revi realized

Halrac had stripped his arrows of the fletching. No string. The [Witch] kept moving, though. She wasnt bleeding. She pointed and Halracs armor and clothes moved. He went flying into the air.

He loosed a third arrow, somehow, before he hit the ground. Belavierr staggered and looked at the arrow in her leg.

Pain. That bow is powerful.

That was all she said as she pulled the arrow out of her neck. Revi was dragging Typhenous backwards. The [Mage] was gasping, strangled. Briganda was backing up.

They were going to be killed. The Stitch-Witch didnt even seem slowed by what should have been two mortal wounds. She just sewed both holes in her body shut as she ignored the arrow in her leg. Then she moved.

An arrow stopped, vibrating in her hand. The Stitch-Witch stared at it.

Without fletching. Can you fire an arrow without?

Halrac was standing a hundred yards distant. He was aiming at her with his invisible bow. The Stitch Witch looked around.

Adventurers were lying on the street. Few dead. Most immobilized, under assault. She nodded.

Hm. Good.

She peered around. Todi was running, with his team. Belavierr lifted a finger and the adventurers flew. Revi saw the distant shapes soaring up, ten feet. And then they smacked into the ground.

Like a woman playing with puppets. Belavierr just lookedinterested. Her hand movedit caught another arrow. She paused. And thennodded. She looked at Revi.

Witnesses.

Huh?

The Stitch Witch nodded.

Witnesses.

She lifted her handand the shadows stopped moving. The things vanished into the shadows. Belavierr stepped back.

An arrow shot towards her hat. The Stitch Witch made a sound; the arrow detonated. She walked out of the explosion. Her hat and clothing harder than armor for a second. She looked at Halrac.

Another time. Tell them what you saw.

That was all. She turned to go. And Revi realized. It was a message. The Stitch Witch began to walk out of the village.

Stop!

Halrac shouted. The idiot was still loosing arrows. A mundane one snapped on Belavierrs clothing. The Stitch Witch turned her head.

Hm?

Why did you do this? Why?

The Gold-ranked adventurer aimed at Belavierrs face. She stared at the glowing arrow tip. And she tilted her head left and right.

Waiting for him to fire. Revi felt her skin crawling.

Halrac

The Gold-rank adventurer hesitated. Something was flickering in Belavierrs gaze. The disinterest, that vacant, distant, immortal look was becoming more lucid. And as she came into the worldRevi saw it.

A bit of malice. She looked at the [Veteran Scout]. He paused.

And lowered his bow. The Stitch Witch, the Spider of Terandria, nodded. She spoke one word, an answer.

Evil.

A word, as abstract as could be. Almost a question. She paused, looking around. And then she turned. Belavierr walked away. A shadow, flickering across the ground.

She was gone. Revi collapsed onto the ground. She felt as though her strings were cut. She looked at her team. The other adventurers, miraculously alive. Because death wasnt the point. Only the byproduct.

All of this? An empty village? The flesh-giant? It was a [Witch] playing at evil. A symbol, a message.

A mothers love.

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The adventurers. The flesh-golem. Even events now as minor as Lacel the Leapers crippling. It had happened, and rumors spread.

Invrisil, the City of Adventurers heard a name that night. A legend, rekindled. The spider scuttled out into the light.

Belavierr. And the Guild of Assassins was for once out-shadowed. But they had sent a message to Izril. Runners could be targeted. And the people who believed in things like pillars of society, and law, and justice realized the truth. Such things only existed as long as the Stitch Witch decided to obey them.

But her actions were not unnoticed. Nor that of the powerful Assassins Guild. Gold-ranks could not stop either. But they were not the only people who opposed such things. Nor even the Hunters Guild, or [Knights] alone. There were others.

It had been a bad night. Magnolia Reinhart sipped from a cup of a tea. She had not slept. But the daylight felt false to her.

The shadows were long. And she tasted it, despite the sugar in her drink.

An old monster has scuttled into my lands, Ressa. And the Assassins are making their move. Something will have to be done.

Yes, Lady Magnolia. Should we get brooms and dustpans?

Not for a spider, Ressa. Send some [Messages]. The Guild can wait. But this is one large spider. Let the Runners Guild handle the [Assassins] for now.

Surely they received the [Message].

The [Lady], Magnolia Reinhart, sighed. She felt the dark presence on her lands. Taunting her. Contemptuous. Magnolia clenched one hand.

Im sure they did. But the Guild of Assassins believes too strongly in their myth. Theyve forgotten what Runners are. But Guildmistress Godfrey of First Landing has not. Leave the Runners to her. As for me?

She paused, tapping her fingers against her teacup. Magnolia Reinhart paused for a long moment.

Send a [Message], Ressa.

She sighed as the [Maid] listened, and then bowed. Magnolia Reinhart turned her weary gaze to the sun. How did you slay a dark legend? The Order of Seasons had failed. The [Hunters] and adventurers likewise.

It was easy to believe they were just stories in the light. But a legend was only a storyuntil it appeared in front of you. Like the King of Destruction. The Necromancer. Orher.

And here sat a woman. Magnolia Reinhart closed her eyes.

I hate spiders.

Authors Note:

The second to last chapter before my break. I may be dead a bit. I did write this over two daysbut I think I overreached.

As in, that was a lotta words. Some good, some Id revise if I wasnt posting just now. But its done, and you cant turn back the clock. Unless you can and youve been hiding your ability to do itId love that power, please.

Anyways, time travel aside, I have 1 more chapter left and I think it wont be the hardest or longest to writebut you know me. After that, Im taking at least a week off. Possibly two, as I had planned because I need it. Im close to burning away, or evaporating or whatever happens. Mentally, physically.

Apparently Ive written over 480,000 words inless than 3 months. I dont know if I believe that, but someone said it to me. Thats a lotta words. Is that true? It cant be true, right? Right?

Anyways, a break is in order, but for now, feast your eyes on some art! There is so much in #fanworks in the Discord right now, and I cant feature it all, but Im going to showcase Golems today, done by FlauscheSoeckchen, the same artist as last chapters Frostmarrow Behemoth. They are amazingly well-done and the Flesh Golem is accurately horrifying. Second, great art by Chalyon! I love Mrsha and Pisces accurate sleep deprivation the most.

These are but two of the artists, and Ill try to feature two more per chapter until I run out of art! Im always amazed at how good they are, and this is one of the reasons I write so much. Thanks for supporting the story, and look forwards to my break! I mean, I am. One more chapter! Thanks for reading!

The R stands for GRiffon Hunt. And for Revi. I dunno, but G is taken.

Golems by FlauscheSoeckchen

Characters by Chalyon