The Wandering Inn

Interlude Numbtongue (Pt.2)

Interlude Numbtongue (Pt.2)

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Later, at lunch time, The Wandering Inn was faced with an unusual sight. And that was by the standards of the inn, which meant it was very unusual. Even unexpected. The crowd of Pallassians and Liscorian citizens couldnt help but stare. One of the many tables in Erins common room, enlarged by the [Grand Theatre] Skill was occupied. That wasnt the unusual bit. The unusual bit was who sat there, still smelling of mud and Shield Spider fluids.

An Antinium Soldier and a Hobgoblin. They sat casually at the table, next to each other, rather than across from each other. It was odd, perhaps, but the distance would have been stranger. And the two could watch more of each others body language like this. They spoke in bursts, in a private world in the public inn. The Soldier, Yellow Splatters, nodded as he glanced around the inn at the staring faces. Those he locked eyes with looked away quickly, but the rest just stared. He nodded.

They do look. I knew it before, but now I see them more often.

Stare and stare some more. But if we stare, they run off.

Numbtongue bared his teeth. Yellow Splatters looked about and met eyes with a Drake. Said Drake flinched. The Painted Soldier calmly held the gaze until the Drake looked away.

Yes. This is true.

Numbtongue nodded and shrugged. He looked down at the bowl in front of him and smiled. Hed just been served, as had Yellow Splatters. He showed the Soldier what was in his bowl and offered him his spoon.

Have this. This is my bestno, favoritefood.

The Painted Soldier stared into the bowl curiously. It was veryorange. He detected small, squiggly noodles in what looked like some kind of sauce. The Soldier took the spoon, which Numbtongue had been licking, and dipped it into the bowl. He sampled a spoonful.

What is it?

Mac and cheese. Which isnoodles and cheese. Erin says its from her home. Its good for the stomach. Lots of energy.

Numbtongue patted his. Then he frowned.

Wait. Can you eat noodles?

Yellow Splatters paused.

Yes.

The Goblin frowned.

Erin said

He broke off, clearly trying to recall that pertinent bit of information. Yellow Splatters shrugged.

My Soldiers and I can eat wheat. It is justuncomfortable. Later. This is good. The cheese is good. Try mine.

He slid his bowl to Numbtongue. The Goblin frowned at the black dots with wings.

Acid flies.

He shrugged and took his spoon back from Yellow Splatters. The Antinium had been using his fingers. Numbtongue loaded his spoon and took a bite. He crunched for a second with a sound that made the nearby diners gag. Excepting the other Painted Soldiers of course. Forty-nine of them were enjoying their own bowls of acid flies at nearby tables. Numbtongue chewed and swallowed.

Hm. Crunchy.

You do not like it.

Yellow Splatters looked at Numbtongue. The Hob shook his head.

Okay. Good for travel. Not enough taste.

I see.

The two stared at each other. Then, silently, Numbtongue offered his bowl to Yellow Splatters. The Soldier tipped the bowl up and spooned the cheesy sauce out over the acid flies. He handed the bowl back and Numbtongue ladled some of the cheesy acid flies into his bowl of noodles. The two began to eat.

Hm.

Good. Crunchy.

Yes. Flavorful.

The two smiled. Mrsha, staring over the edge of the table, gagged. Numbtongue grinned at her.

This is Mrsha. You know her?

He looked at Yellow Splatters. The Painted Soldier stared at Mrsha. She stared back. He stared at her paws and remembered. The [Sergeant] nodded abruptly.

We have met. Hello. I am Yellow Splatters. Do you remember me?

The Gnoll cub sniffed at Yellow Splatters and frowned. But she looked at the pattern on his carapace and then nodded. Yellow Splatters hesitated and Numbtongue nudged him. The slight nod the Hobgoblin gave was enough. The [Sergeant] held out his hand. Mrsha sniffed it, then, carefully, held out her own paw.

She cautiously shook the offered hand. She nodded at Yellow Splatters, took another look at his bowl, and hopped off the table. The [Sergeant] watched her go. He stared at his hand.

Soft.

Numbtongue nodded after a moment. He eyed Yellow Splatters as he shoveled down more of his combination food. After a moment, Yellow Splatters returned to his meal. The Goblin considered the Antinium sitting next to him.

He didnt understand the Soldiers reverence for everything. But he did connect with their love of good food. And morehe looked around and spotted a Gnoll passing by, holding a bowl.

Ishkr.

The Gnoll [Waiter] stopped. Numbtongue reached for the bowl he was carrying. The Gnoll sighed, but let him have it. The Hobgoblin placed the large bowl in front of Yellow Splatters.

Try this.

The Painted Soldier did. His mandibles clicked softly with the first bite.

Soft. Cold. Wet. And sweet. What is it?

Ice cream.

It is cold!

Yes. Good, right?

Numbtongue grinned at Yellow Splatters. And he was rewarded by an Antinium smile, mandibles raised and opening. The Hob was pleaseduntil he heard a voice snap at him.

Numbtongue! Did you take the entire bowl? Ceria just helped us make that!

Lyonette had noticed the purloining. The Hob hunched, but she strode over, hands on her hips. He pointed at the bowl as the [Princess] glared down at him.

Sorry. Can I have some?

You already did. You mean for Yellow Splatters? Fine.

The young woman sighed. Numbtongue brightened.

Okay. Yellow Splatters. Now try this.

He scooped the ice cream into the [Sergeant]s bowl, covered it with acid flies, and held it out to Yellow Splatters. Lyonette looked queasy, but Yellow Splatters took the spoon and began to eat. His mandibles raised.

Good! Cold and good.

Right?

The Hobgoblin looked so pleased Lyonette didnt have the heart to voice her own opinion on the matter. She turned, and saw another young woman making her away across the room. Erin did a double-take at the sight of Goblin and Antinium, and then at the ice cream.

Ooh! Thats like chocolate chip ice cream! Hey Lyonette, howd you makeoh. Ew. Those aint raisins.

She paused at the table. Numbtongue looked up. He stared at the young woman. Erin stared down at him and blinked at Yellow Splatters.

Hi Yellow Splatters. AndNumbtongue? You alright?

Yup.

The Hobgoblin looked up, barely remembering why Erin would ask. She eyed his muddy, sweaty brow, the scratches on his right arm, and then Yellow Splatters. She opened her mouth and then frowned.

Is that our ice cream?

All of it, yes.

And you just turned it into fly cream. Orno, wait, thats even worse. Iced flies? Ice fly cream. Ice cream with flies.

Erin looked at Numbtongue, mockingly severe. He hunched his shoulders.

Yes? But its good.

To prove it, he took a spoonful of the ice cream and dipped it in the flies. Erin closed her eyes rather than watch the rest. When she opened them, she looked at Numbtongue.

Well. If you like it, fine. But dont expect us to eat the crazy stuff you and Yellow Splatters eat. You two are so crazy

We need the rest.

Lyonette interjected. Numbtongue frowned. Yellow Splatters looked up. He gazed silently at his Painted Soldiers, who had noticed the strange dessert. Erin blinked at him, and then saw Numbtongue silently looking at her. There was a pleading look Erin hadnt ever seen before. She met his eyes, nodded, and then turned to Lyonette.

Give it to the Painted Soldiers, Lyonette. Let the Pallass group eat cake. Rufelt and Lasica know how to make ice cream anyways.

What? Erin!

Lyonette protested. She met Erins look, saw the jerk of the head, and looked at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin looked up at her. Lyonette blew out her cheeks.

Ioh, fine! Well make more.

Sorry.

Numbtongue hesitated, because Lyonette did look peeved. The [Princess] shook her head.

Sorry, Numbtongue. Its fine, really. And hello, um, Yellow Splatters.

She waved at the [Sergeant] awkwardly. Erin smiled at the two and followed Lyonette. The Hobgoblin and Soldier clearly heard Erin whispering to Lyonette as they moved backwards.

Its just ice cream.

Worth six gold! We only have a narrow window to make moneytheyre already copying the recipe in Pallass!

So? The Antinium can have it. Numbtongue just invented their favorite dessert! Dont be mean. Hes made a friend!

Erin glanced back at Numbtongue and Lyonette relented. Numbtongue, sitting at his table, blinked. A friend? He looked to his side and at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium carefully spooned more ice cream covered in flies into his mandibles.

My visual and auditory senses were improved by my Queen for my new role. However, it usually does not matter. Others seem to forget the Antinium are capable of hearing.

Or Goblins.

Numbtongue nodded.  He stared at Yellow Splatters. Again. Hed been sneaking glances all throughout their conversation. No, before that, even. While theyd cleared the Shield Spider nests. Marching to the innhed just been watching Yellow Splatters. And Numbtongue was sure the [Sergeant] was doing the same.

It was hard to tell; the Antinium had eyes like bugs, so all he had to do was turn his head. But they were watching each other, this Goblin and Antinium.

They had exchanged few words since their conversation on the hill. Oh, talk, theyd talked like which nest to destroy next. And this chatter about favorite food, it had come up just before theyd come to the inn. That was the thing that threw Numbtongue every few seconds.

They were chatting. Just chatting, about nonsensical things. Favorite food? Numbtongue hadnt had a favorite food before a month or two ago. His favorite food was the one he could eat without throwing up later. Any food when he was starving. But now

He was chatting. Again, the Goblin felt an odd sense of imbalance, as if hed spun around repeatedly and the world was spinning. Because this was not something that Goblins did. Not something he did.

Look at Mrsha. The Gnoll was experimentally sniffing one of the bowls covered in acid fly ice cream. Numbtongue offered her his spoon and she licked at the ice cream, avoiding the bug bits. He didnt talk to her. Numbtongue liked Mrsha. And he was oh, so very grateful that she was willing to talk to him. Goblins had killed her tribe. But he couldnt talk to her.

Mrsha, dont lick that! Numbtongue, dont encourage her. She gets one dessert, and if she spoils herself, she doesnt get anything else.

Lyonette scolded both Goblin and Gnoll as she passed by, serving the precious ice cream to the Painted Soldiers. Both Hob and Gnoll child winced in their table and Mrsha, making low, insulting growling sounds, made a sign with her paws that made Numbtongue laugh. Lyonette looked back sharply and Mrsha disappeared as Numbtongue schooled his face to sobriety.

What?

Nothing.

He didnt chat with Lyonette either. He talked with her, although the [Princess] was very busy. But he did talk with herNumbtongue had the impression Lyonette was still a bit wary of him. Well, he was of her. But they respected each other. And she was one of two people he ever conversed with. The other was

No ice cream! Sorry, were making more! Give us uh, five, ten minutes!

What?

Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue looked to the side. Erin was informing Pallass crowd of the delay. They were outraged, as were some of the Liscorites. Liscorians? They were giving the Antinium and Numbtongue the stink-eye. Numbtongue didnt care. His eyes were on Erin. She was shaking her finger at an angry Garuda visible through the magic door.

The portal hurt Numbtongues eyes; if you walked to the side, it became two-dimensional, until it nearly disappeared. And from the back, the door was justa door. Standing up with a crowd gathered around it. Weird. The portal only activated from the front.

Numbtongue shook his head. Erin. She was moving around the inn, talking to the odd Gnoll that smelled like a dozen potions, Grimalkin, Jelaqua and the huge armoredDullahan named Maughin. She was the person that Numbtongue spoke with most often.

No matter what, if she was busy or he was out of the inn all day, Erin always tried to find at least ten minutes, an hour, to talk with Numbtongue. Even if it was only having dinner in the same room like shed offered tonight. She was kind. But Numbtongue couldnt chat with Erin.

He talked with her. She was that kind of person. Shed listen to Numbtongues adventures seriously, his worries, and what he wanted. And when he told her, Numbtongue was sure that Erin was listening. If he had told her about his struggles, about being unhappy in her inn, he was sure Erin would have made resolving his problems a priority of hers. His world became hers. But Numbtongue didnt want that. He was afraid of Erins kindness, as much as the hatred of others. He loved to talk with her. But it was talk.

And yetNumbtongues eyes went back to Yellow Splatters. He jumped, and realized the Soldier was staring at him. Had been for a while. The Painted Soldier put down his bowl and pushed it forwards. It was cleaned of all flies and melted ice cream, completely. Which was impressive; Yellow Splatters couldnt lick his bowl clean like Numbtongue. The [Sergeant] nodded again.

They truly do not notice that we listen.

Who?

Numbtongue frowned for a moment before he recalled what Erin had said. He looked around at her and Lyonette, rushing back and forth.

Oh. Friends.

The [Sergeant] nodded. He delicately reached for a cup with one hand. Two of his other hands were resting on the table; the last was flicking a bit of food from his mandibles. Numbtongue watched, fascinated.

I have much respect for Erin Solstice. She isimportant to Pawn. And to the Painted Antinium. And me. But I believe she is wrong in this regard. We are not friends.

He paused. Numbtongue blinked at him. The Hobgoblin shrugged.

Goblins dont have friends.

The Antinium nodded.

Indeed. The concept is foreign to Antinium. It is not a relationship that exists in the Hive.

Mhm. Same with Goblins. Goblins have a tribe. Or Goblins are in another tribe. Either way, Goblins are all Goblins. We dont have friends.

This time both Goblin and Antinium nodded. They were on the same wavelength. Goblins didnt have friends. They were all Goblins. Sometimes you attacked another tribe, but you were all Goblins when you got down to it, you were on the same side. Goblins had too many enemies to make distinctions. And your tribeNumbtongue thought of his fellow Redfangs and swallowed, though he had nothing to eat. You were friends with everyone in your tribe, or no one.

Yellow Splatters was still nodding.

We are not friends. We have not established any grounds for friendship as I understand the concept. Nor have we formally declared it. I am also unprepared for such a relationship. I have not studied the subject from Revalantor Klbkch. Thus, we cannot be friends. I apologize if this offends you, Numbtongue.

The Goblin considered this for only a moment before waving a claw idly.

I dont care. I dont have friends. Except for Erin?

He and the Antinium considered the [Innkeeper]. Yellow Splatters frowned, which in the Antiniums face was represented by his antennae drooping and mandibles drawing together and lowering.

Would she qualify as a friend? By that standard, then, all of the Painted Soldiers.

Maybe? Maybe shes not a friend. MaybeLyonette? No. Shes not my friend. Mrsha?

The two looked around for the Gnoll. Yellow Splatters scratched at one antennae gently.

I was informed by Revalantor Klbkch that making friends with members of the Antinium not considered fully grown was something of a social fault.

Hm. Maybe?

Yellow Splatters leaned over the table.

How does one become a friend, anyways? I have heard they exchange blood.

UmRedfangs do that.

Really? Are you all friends, then?

No. Wait. Let me think.

The Hobgoblin sat back, thinking. And there it was again. He was chatting with Yellow Splatters. Not talking about something huge and momentous, or deeply personal like with Erin. Justtalking about mundane things. Unimportant things, like friendship or favorite foods. It was so novel.

Of course, Numbtongue had done the same with Headscratcher, with Badarrow and Rabbiteater and Shorthilt and the others. But they hadnt done this. Theyd been a team; they didnt often waste time talking when they could read each other so well. That was why this was so novel.

Redfangs arent friends. Garen would have said so. Were brothers. Comrades. Warriors. F-family?

Numbtongue pronounced the word awkwardly. It was one of the first times hed used it. But Erin had taught him the meaning and it was true of his old tribe. He looked down into his mug. Yellow Splatters looked at him and Numbtongue waited. But all the Antinium did was nod and drink from his own mug.

Friends. Family. Whatrefreshing words.

Numbtongue looked up sharply.

Yes. They are.

The two regarded each other a second time. And there it was. Numbtongue had waited for Yellow Splatters to ask a question. Any question. About the Redfangs. About Numbtongues past. About what he wasfeeling. And he hadnt. He didnt need to ask. What was amazing, what was special, was the way the two knew each other. More than just acquaintances whod met once before.

Theyd fought on the same battlefield. And moretheir lives mirrored each other. They understood something Numbtongue could never have explained to Erin or Lyonette. That mattered.

I have thanked you for saving Falling Snow. I feel I should do so again, and for accompanying me while fulfilling my duties. And for sharing your food.

Yellow Splatters was getting up from his table. Numbtongue felt a pang. He looked up as the Painted Soldiers noticed and immediately stood with their [Sergeant].

Youre going?

I have no reason to stay. And my presence will allow a Painted Soldier to take my place. They will rotate into the inn so that all may enjoy the experience.

Oh.

The Hobgoblin stared at the [Sergeant]. Yellow Splatters visibly hesitated and looked around the inn. Back at Numbtongue.

I could sit longer. Iwould not wish to deprive another Soldier of their time above. But

He hesitated and looked over. The forty-nine other Soldiers looked back and Numbtongue saw them communicating, invisibly, as the Redfangs might. As any Goblins would. He envied them and hurt at the same time. Yellow Splatters turned back to Numbtongue after a moment.

I will stay. To acquire more information. If you would agree to keep me company?

He looked at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin smiled. And as Yellow Splatters sat back down and leaned over the table, Numbtongue realized something. He wasnt feeling unhappy. It still hurt, but he wasnt dissatisfied. He washe lifted his mug and sipped it, then noticed it was empty. Numbtongue absently waved at Drassi for a refill. For him and Yellow Splatters. The [Sergeant] accepted a mug with a free hand and then looked at Numbtongue.

So. What have you been doing since the battle against the Goblin Lord? I was dead.

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At first, it was just a continuation to the thirty minutes theyd sat and talked. Then an hour. And then two. By two and a half hours, Numbtongue had to pee. He got up, wandered out of The Wandering Inn, and joined the queue for the outhouses. There were five now; apparently two had just been dug. Even so, Gnolls and Drakes were standing in line and Numbtongue was grateful for the distance between each outhouses. It made the sounds a bit lesspronounced.

One of the outhouses had been built to accommodate a half-Giant. It was that one Numbtongue was in line for; he liked the space. The door opened and Maughin stepped out. Or rather, his body did. His head was still chatting to Jelaqua in the inn.

Numbtongue and the Drakes and Gnolls stepped out of the way, but the Dullahans body had some kind of instinctual awareness because he walked calmly back to the inn without any uncertainty.

Ancestors, thats creepy.

One of the Drakes in line muttered. A Gnoll in front of him nodded and sniffed, then made a face.

Ergh. That was a mistake.

You Gnolls have it rough around here, huh?

The Drake looked sympathetic. The Gnoll just grimaced.

Well, we grow up smelling everything. This is hardly worse. But whatever that Dullahan ate

Dont talk to me about it. I just had lunch. Ill tell you one thing though, those forges Pallass has. If those Dullahans can work steel everyday like I saw them doing this morningmakes you think.

That Lisms right? Or Krshia?

I dont know! It just makes you think.

The Drake grimaced. He looked across another line at a nodding Drake and then turned his head.

Its weird. I know its because its the crazy Human doing it, but she is our crazy Human. What do you th

He stared at Numbtongue and froze. He must not have seen the Hobgoblin, or mistaken green skin for scales. The Gnoll jumped when he spotted Numbtongue as well. The [Bard] looked at them as they edged closer to the big outhouse and closed his mouth. He said nothing and the line moved a lot faster. And no one got into line behind Numbtongue until he was done with his business and walking back to the inn.

That soured Numbtongues mood. It was still the same. So, when he sat down across from Yellow Splatters, he didnt immediately speak. Which was fine; the Antinium was waxing eloquent after two hours of speaking.

There you are. I was waiting for your return. Do you know that Erin Solstice is considering selling the Hives supply of Rxlvn?

What?

Our alcohol. It ispotent. I believe it is technically classified as a poison, but Miss Solstice has expressed interested in it. I was saying that I believed it would leave an impact.

Numbtongue nodded restlessly.

Maybe.

He looked at Yellow Splatters. The [Sergeant] was in a good mood, but Numbtongue was suddenly miserable again. Restlessly, the Goblin carved into the table with his claws, scratching the softer wood. He could feel eyes on him again. Of course, theyd been staring all this time. But his visit to the bathroom had refocused them on him and Yellow Splatters. The Antinium was getting looks of course, but it was on Numbtongue, the Goblin, that they were harshest.

Some of the Drakes by the door to Pallass had seen Numbtongue pass by on his way in and out. They were speaking to the people on the other side, explaining. Justifying. Numbtongue could catch fragments of the conversation.

well, yes, butyou know, about the battle?

not saying that I would personallynot allowed in the city, of course not! There was an incident

Never in Pallass. Well, its just one. There were others, an entire damn tribe. Thankfully

The Hobgoblins grip tightened on the table. Yellow Splatters noticed and stopped talking. He looked up as Numbtongue turned. Both stared at the door, and the speakers there. They shut up.

Drakes and Gnolls stared across the inn at the duo. Some were just talking, enjoying themselves, watching the play. But too many went silent and still as they noticed the Goblin and Antinium looking. And silence was a plague. It spread.

As she circulated the room, Erin heard the sound die down. She looked around and saw the source. She might not have known what had caused Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters to look around, but she could see the tenseness. She began to push her way through the crowd. Too slowly; a Drake, made uncomfortable by the staring Hobgoblin, decided to make his voice heard. He stood up, a touch unsteadily and the alcohol slurred his tongue a bit.

Hey! Whatre you looking at, Goblin? And youAntinium!

The rest of the room fell silent. Temile, on stage with his cast, paused, and every head turned to the source of the shout. Numbtongue shrugged, a Goblins catch-all answer.

Just looking.

Oh yeah? Look somewhere else. I cant enjoy my drinks with a Goblin watching me.

The Drake glared and tried to make a rude gesture. Erin pushed her way past a group of Gnolls.

Hey! If you have a problem with Numbtongue, you can get out! Other people can take your place!

Im not killing him. I read the sign. Just because Im tolerating his presence, doesnt mean I have to put up with him staring. See? Hes still doing it!

The Drake pointed angrily at Numbtongue. And to be fair, the Hobgoblin was glaring. Erin hesitated. She looked at the Drake. He was drunk and he had faded green scales, mixed a bit with blue.

Well, maybe you shouldnt say mean things. I bet thats why hes glaring.

Mean things? What, like the fact that its good that Goblins are banned from the city? Good. Pallass doesnt let Goblins in. Why should Liscor? Im fine with Dullahans and those bird-people, but Goblins? No. Never.

The Drake took another drink, ignoring Erins glare. Worse, his words had a lot of silent support. Numbtongue looked around. He was tense. Erin just got mad. She thrust a finger at the Drakes snout and he recoiled.

Hey, Im drinking here!

Hey yourself, buddy! You say that one more time, and youre out! In fact, I should kick you out! Numbtongue fought for Liscor! His friends died because he helped stop the Goblin Lord! Goblins attacked Liscor and

Shut up!

The Drake hurled his glass onto the ground. It smashed, and Erin leapt back. She opened her mouth furiously, and at another table, Relc stood up with a groan. He abandoned Grimalkin and Embria and stepped forwards at the same time as Ishkr and a Drake.

Alright, buddy. Youre drunk. Why dont you pay up for the cup and liquid and leave?

He raised his claws placatingly. The drunk Drake wavered. He might have gone without more than a fuss, but Erin was eying the broken glass and looking back at Numbtongue. She turned back and raised her voice.

Yeah! Get out! We dont need racist jerks here. Goblins arent all bad you know!

The Drake stopped as he fumbled for his coin pouch, swearing. Slowly, he looked up at Erin. And his drunk anger faded and became something soberer. Darker. He pointed at Erin as Relc barred his way.

Not all bad? Goblins killed my sister.

The room went silent. Erins furious mouth closed slowly. Relc hesitated. The Drake looked around.

Im being unreasonable? Me? Im sitting in the same inn as that thing because I wanted to talk to my brother.

He pointed unsteadily through the door.

I didnt come here to cause a fight. But that things here. Staring at me. You know what Goblins did, Miss Human? They killed my sister. My best friend. They were just travelling from our village to the city. It was a two hour walk! You could see them from the walls. But a bunch of Goblins killed them. Stabbed them to death and tried to eat them. You monsters.

He directed that last at Numbtongue, spitting in his general direction. And all eyes fastened on the Goblin. Erins eyes went uncertainly to Numbtongue. Relc, looking around, made a judgment call.

Alright, pal. We get it. Thats terrible. Really. But youre drunk

Get your claws off me!

The Drake shoved at Relc, but failed to make the [Guardsman] fall back. He swore as Relc manhandled him towards the door.

You didnt save her! The City Watch saw everything and they didnt stop it!

We cant be everywhere. Keep walking.

Are Goblins supposed to be safe? Huh? Im letting this one stay! Arent I the reasonable one? Im not seeking vengeance. But why do I have to pretend that this thing isnt dangerous? Goblins killed my sister! What do you have to say to that, Hob, huh?

Dont answer that.

Relc snapped at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin ignored him. He stared at the struggling Drake and around at the silent room. The judging looks. Slowly, Numbtongue stood up. He called across the room at the Drake.

Humans killed my parents.

The Drake paused. Relc, swore under his breath. Now the conversation had two sides. The drunk Drake shouted at Numbtongue.

Oh yeah? Join the club! Im not a Human, though. So if you think that

Drakes killed my tribe.

Numbtongue interrupted the Drake. He slowly pointed at Relc. The [Guardsman] paused.

That one killed my Chieftain. That one killed thousands of my people. Because you didnt open the gates after we stopped the Goblin Lord.

Numbtongues finger pointed right, towards Embria. She looked up. And unlike Relc, there was little guilt in her eyes. Numbtongue looked around the room and then back at the angry Drake.

I didnt kill yoursister. Or friend. I didnt know the Goblins who did. Im not them. And yourpeoplekilled more Goblins. Why should I tolerate you?

He folded his arms, almost triumphantly. Daring the Drake to come up with a response. He couldnt, Numbtongue was sure. But that suretyafter a second of hesitation, a sneer crossed the Drakes face.

It doesnt matter. Youre monsters. You can pretend youre not. You can even speak. But everyone knows what Goblin Kings and Goblin Lords do. A few of you can be tamed. But thats all.

Numbtongues eyes widened. He took a step forwards and Erin blocked his way. She glared at the Drake and then around uneasily.

Alright! Thats it! Relc, toss this guy out!

I need the magic door. Hell just roll down the hill and come back up.

Relc pointed to the open door as he restrained the struggling Drake. Erin nodded as Lyonette rushed over to change the setting. Relc didnt budge as the Drake tried to elbow him and stomp on one foot. He had the drunk in a headlock. But the Drake could still shout. He cast one eye at Numbtongue.

Go on! Kick me out! But everyone knows Im right! Maybe Goblins can be safe! One or two. But no onell ever let a tribe stay around Liscor in peace! You know why? Because of the Goblin King! And it doesnt matter how many of you die. Because GoblinsGoblins are animals. Get it? Were Drakes. And Gnolls. And even damned Humans. Were not animals, so we count. You dont. Get it?

Numbtongue opened his mouth. But he didnt know what to say. He clenched his fists and Erin grabbed him. The Drake just laughed at the Hobgoblins expression.

Im right! See? It cant even respond. See? I

Relc adjusted his hold and the Drakes supply of wind cut off abruptly. He choked, and Lyonette raised her head as the portal in the magic door changed.

Doors open!

Finally.

Relc grunted and heaved. The Drake flew through the door, scattering a crowd of potential guests. They stared into the inn as Relc looked over his shoulder. Numbtongue was shaking. His mouth was still open, but he didnt know what to say. Hed never had to argue like that before. And hed

Its just a drunk guy. I guess Goblins did kill his family. But hes wrong.

Erin looked around in the silence. She met everyones eye, but few were looking straight at her. A Gnoll from Liscor murmured as Lyonette silently let people into the inn.

He might be. But he came to the inn peacefully, Miss Solstice. Didnt do more than complain. Which he has a right to, no? He lost his sister and friend. That he came here, knowing a Goblin was present, shows he was on your side. And Krshias.

So he has the right to say that to Numbtongue?

Erin snapped back. The Gnoll didnt reply. He looked away from her. And he didnt leave, but the silence in the room grew more pronounced. Numbtongue looked around. He stared at the faces, some calm, some judging. Others, like Grimalkin, weighing him on some imaginary scale. And he hated it. Most of all though, he hated the ones standing at the back, in a group of their own.

Bevussa, Keldrass,  Earlia of Gemhammer and Nailren of Kelias Pride. Morethe Horns of Hammerad. A few other Silver-rank teams. Adventurers. They said nothing. But their looks told Numbtongue what they thought. Here was a safe Goblin. One they wouldnt kill.

One, and only one.

It was the same as yesterday. The same as the one time hed gone to Liscor. Numbtongue clenched his fists, aware of every person who drew back when they saw that and his bared teeth. He searched for the right words. But he didnt have them. And he wished he could tell that Drake how wrong he was. Of the Goblins he called animals. Numbtongue wished he could show him. But the others were dead and gone. And he

The Hobgoblin moved. People jumped out of his way as Numbtongue stormed towards the stairs. Up them, towards his room. Erin ran after him, but no one else moved. They watched as he disappeared upstairs. And then Erin. And then the big Soldier got up and followed both. And after a few more moments, someone told a joke, the inn laughed, and it got back to normal.

The Goblin was gone. But upstairs, the Goblin was always there. And he was always a Goblin.

-

Yellow Splatters stood behind Erin, listening. Just listening to Numbtongue and her talk. She was standing in the hallway outside his room. Numbtongue was standing in the doorway, Yellow Splatters closer to the stairs. The sounds of the merry common room drifted up. But above, the air was colder. More painful.

Numbtongue looked upset as he stood in the doorway. He had just stood there when Erin and Yellow Splatters found him. He hadnt slammed the door or hid in his room. That was a thing for Human children. A door couldnt stop an adventurer with a crossbow, or a spell. You had to stand and fight or run far away. And he had lost that fight. Yellow Splatters had seen his face.

Intriguing. The Soldier had never considered a fight could be won with words. But these ones had left invisible wounds. Erin was trying to mend them now, but it wasnt working.

It was just one Drake, Numbtongue. He wont come back. Ill make sure of it.

They all think that way.

Not all. Relcs trying. You didnt have toI know what he did. But I think hed even apologize if

For Garen? He can say sorry to Garen, not me. If sorry brings back dead Goblins.

Numbtongue sneered, his fists clenched. Erin fell silent. She looked at him, helplessly, angry and upset for him. Yellow Splatters saw that too. That was what drove the Antinium to Erin. The fact that she would be angry or sad or happy with them. For them. But now it wasnt helping.

You dont have tono. I meanI know its hard. If theres anything I canwhat can I do to help, Numbtongue?

Let me go to Liscor.

The Goblin looked up with burning eyes. Erin wavered.

You cant. Im sorry. I talked it over with Zevara, Numbtongue. Youll be in danger.

Dont care.

You cant fight them. Any one of them could hit you with a stone, or cast a spell, or stab you

I dont care. I want to go.

Why? Whats Liscor got? I can get you anything, Numbtongue! What do you want?

I dont know. I want to go there and find out.

The Goblin turned his head and stared out his window at the city in the distance. Erin bit her lip hard. She didnt know what to say. Numbtongue stared past her at Yellow Splatters. The Soldier raised a hand.

If I am intruding, I will remove myself.

Erin jumped. She hadnt realized he was here. Numbtongue just laughed. He stared at Yellow Splatters, and a flicker of envy entered his eyes.

You can go into Liscor. Do they stare at you there? Do they say things? Like

He gestured to the stairs. The Painted Soldier paused, his arms folded.

They stare. But they stare everywhere. I have not been addressed like you are. I understand that you are banned from Liscor.

Yes. They close the gates before I can get in.

The Hobgoblin clenched his fists, staring blackly ahead. Erins face fell.

You went again? Why does it matter?

They died for Liscor. I cant go in.

Numbtongues claws dug into his flesh. Erin opened her mouth, but it was Yellow Splatters who tilted his head. The Soldier had been enjoying his conversation with Numbtongue. He felt a kinship to the Goblin. But this line of thought confused him.

Why does it matter? Is the worth of Goblinsand their deathstruly linked to your right to be in Liscor? Is that what they all died for?

Erin gasped. Numbtongues eyes narrowed and he tensed. But then he looked at Yellow Splatters and, slowly, relaxed. For anyone else, the question might have stung. But Yellow Splatters returned the gaze calmly. And after a moment, Numbtongue blinked. The Hobgoblin exhaled and shook his head.

Its not about Liscor. Wethe Redfangs, the Flooded Waters tribe didnt fight for Liscor. We fought because the Goblin Lord was bad. Bad Goblin. And for you.

He looked at Erin. And her face went pale. Numbtongue turned from her to Yellow Splatters. The Soldier nodded.

We fought and died for Erin Solstice as well. As Pawn requested. This is a fact, and what I understood of Goblins. So why does access to Liscor matter?

The young woman looked from Goblin to Antinium. And suddenly she was unsteady on her feet. Numbtongue shook his head. He pointed at Liscor.

So they do not forget. So they cannot forget.

And the pieces clicked. For Yellow Splatter, they fit together in a moment. It took Erin longer.

Oh.

She softly uttered the word. Numbtongue looked at her.

They say Drakes saved the city. Orthey fought off the Humans. They forget. But I am here. We were here! They stop talking about Goblins! About the Redfangs, the Flooded Waters tribe. They forget. The ones in the city, who never come here. They forget. Why can I not remind them? Why can I not go there, when we all died

His voice trailed off. That was it. It wasnt that he needed to be there. He probably didnt even want to go. But it was that he couldnt. To Yellow Splatters, it was like knowing there was sky. And never going above again.

The [Sergeant] considered the Hobgoblin standing across from him. He didnt know what to say. Numbtongues pain wasnt his own. His cause wasnt Yellow Splatters. He did not matter to the Free Antinium. And stillthe Soldier slowly uncrossed his arms.

The Antinium fought the Goblin Lord for Liscor. So did the Goblins. To not say that is a lie. We died. And we were there.

He touched his chest with one hand and pointed two. At Numbtongue, and at Erin. Her face was white. But the Goblin only nodded. He met Yellow Splatters gaze.

They died. All of them. You. And me. My Chieftain. Headscratcher. Shorthilt. Spiderslicer. Noears. Reiss. Pyrite.

Glorious Sun. Grassleaves. Six and Five. Red and White Flowers. Cold Blue.

Yellow Splatters nodded. The Soldiers colors, their symbols flashed in his mind. Numbtongue looked at him. And the Hobgoblins wide eyes conveyed a message without words.

You were there. You understand. You remember. Yellow Splatters nodded. He reached out and Numbtongue clasped his hand gently. Both of them heard a small sound and turned.

Erin was crying. She wiped at her eyes as water flowed from them. It was another strange sight. Yellow Splatters stared at Erins face. Andstrangelyhe felt uncomfortable. Pained. As if the tears were hurting him. It was like looking at a wounded Soldier or Worker. He touched his chest, averted his gaze. But the pain in his chest didnt clear. And Erin kept crying.

Im sorry. I know I asked you, but II thoughtIm sorry

She hiccupped, and then began crying and hiccupping. Numbtongue looked at her, helplessly. He shook his head as Erin turned to him.

Thats not

He looked at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium saw his mouth working and the words came into his mind first. He looked at Erin.

It is not grief we seek, Erin Solstice. The cost was paid. Antinium and Goblins died. But if we were faced with the same choice, we would do it again. We won.

Numbtongue closed his mouth and looked at Yellow Splatters. A flicker of somethinga smiletugged at his expression. He nodded. Erin shook her head. She was still crying.

Ino. No. It was

She broke off and kept sobbing. But the tears didnt last. Numbtongue awkwardly patted Erin on the back. She hugged him. Yellow Splatters looked at the Goblins face and gently copied Numbtongue, patting her on the back. And he met Numbtongues eyes.

That was what they couldnt explain to Erin. The tears matched. But he and Numbtongue had something she didnt understand. Pride. The dead had not died in vain. And all of what followedYellow Splatters resolve, Numbtongues desire for the dead to be remembered, to enter Liscorstemmed from that.

They had not died in vain.

Yellow Splatters kept patting Erin until she let go of Numbtongue. The young woman dried her face. She looked helplessly at them and sniffed.

Im sorry. Im sorry, Numbtongue. I wasnt thinking of how you felt.

Its fine. Go lie down. Sleep.

Numbtongue pointed to Erins room across from him. She wavered.

No. I should get downstairs. Although

She noticed her wet apron and shirt. Numbtongue eyed her.

Lyonette will be upset if you go down. Mrsha will howl.

Probably. And I guess everyone else will want tomaybe Ill lie down. Youre sure you dont want to talk?

Sure.

The Hobgoblin smiled. Erin wavered, but he ushered her gently and insistently into the room. She eventually went, promising shed be out in a little bit. The door closed and Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters looked at each other. And again, they felt at ease. Yellow Splatters stepped into Numbtongues room and the Goblin closed the door so they wouldnt bother Erin.

They cant forget. Ever.

He meant Liscor in the distance. It was different from Yellow Splatters. He shook his head.

Memory matters little to the Antinium. We desire the expansion of our Hive. Revalantor Klbkch has a plan and I am helping to carry that out. I deem it worthy. But that is not what concerns me. The Painted Soldiers. My unit. We were weak. We are weak, still. But I was given a chance to strive again. So I willI must become stronger.

He held Numbtongues gaze. The Hobgoblin clenched a fist, understanding at once.

Strong enough not for all to die next time?

Yellow Splatters nodded.

Yes. That is it exactly. I have more to protect. Mypeople need me to be strong. So I must be strong.

The Goblin [Bard] smiled for a second. A trace of bitterness flickered in his eyes.

Good plan. Doesnt work for me. Mine are dead. Or gone.

Then why do you stay? What keeps you moving? What reason do you have to be alive?

The question had no rancor; it was just a question from one warrior to another. Numbtongue smiled. He pointed at the door.

Someone has to stay. To protect

Ah.

And that was the beauty. He didnt have to explain why Erin had to live. Why her life could justify the countless dead. Yellow Splatters understood. He reached out and made a fist. Numbtongue stared at it, gently perplexed. The Soldier spoke calmly.

It is good you remain here. You are strong. I have a strong body, gifted to me by the Free Queen. Thus, I am stronger than when I died. But I must level. That is what I intend to do. I lost all but six levels when I died. I have regained five already; I intend to reach Level 20 within the month.

To be strong. To be the strongest.

Another nod. The Soldier kept his fist extended, towards Numbtongues chest.

I must be the strongest of them all. And make them stronger. But do it withkindness. I failed once before. It will not happen again.

Good. Be strong.

Numbtongue reached out. His own fist extended and Yellow Splatters nodded. They bumped fists gently. Yellow Splatters regarded Numbtongue, his head tilting slightly back and forth.

I understand now, why you are here. But what will you do? Train? Level? If you wish it, it would be possible for you to fight against local threats and patrol with the Painted Antinium. Your company would be enjoyable.

Numbtongue wavered. He was pleased at the offer, but he shook his head in the end.

No good.

Why?

Yellow Splatters was honestly confused. Numbtongue struggled to explain. The best he could was by talking about the images in his head. The inferiority he felt when he picked up a sword.

I know a strong Goblin. The strongest. He fought theHuman. Lord Tyrion. He stopped him. He was stronger than me. And he died. How can I be that strong? I am a [Bard].

Pyrite. Shorthilt. Headscratcher. Each had been stronger than Numbtongue. And each was dead. He wasnt as gifted as they had been in combat. And his classNumbtongue closed his eyes and shook his head. Yellow Splatters regarded him.

But they are dead. You could surpass their levels in time. Does a [Bard] not become strong?

Not like a [Sergeant]. Or[Warrior].

Really. What does your class do?

The Hobgoblin shrugged.

Lightning from the skies. But mostlymakes music. It helps a bit. Makes animals not bite. But it isnt like[Warmaster]. [Chieftain]. Or even [Savage Warrior]. Those are strong classes.

Really. They are not ones I am familiar with. But I do not know many classes.

That surprised Numbtongue. He shook his head.

I know lots. What do you have? [Sergeant]? Not a Goblin class. But could have[Spear Soldier]. [First Sergeant]. [Captain]. AtLevel 20? If you can upgrade. But [Warrior] classes are good. Sometimes better. [Sergeant] is officer. Good for leading, but sometimes weaker. Sometimes strong.

You know a lot about classes.

We had many. I was just a [Warrior]. But Garen knew many classes and there were many in my tribe. The Redfangs werare strong.

Stronger than the Antinium. At least, individually.

Another nod. It came from both sides. Yellow Splatters was under no illusions. He sat on Numbtongues chair while the Hobgoblin sat on the bed, cross-legged.

The power of the Antinium lies in our numbers. We die by the hundreds to kill a single high-level foe. This tacticworks. But it is not acceptable. The Painted Antiniumno, all Antinium must live. And yet, how do we overcome this difficulty? The Antinium have no [Mages]. No capacity for fighting at range. At least, the Free Antinium do not. I envy your levels, Numbtongue. The Antinium are too low-level, too focused in one area. We have [Archers] now. But magic isif we fight the Goblin Lord a second time, we will die by the hundreds or thousands to bring him down.

That was the [Sergeant]s nightmare. Even if they tunneled, the Goblin Lord might collapse their tunnels, use the same spells to blast apart their ranks. It terrified him. The Hobgoblin sat on his bed quietly, listening to Yellow Splatters fears. At last, he shrugged slightly. Not out of indifference, though. He looked at Yellow Splatters.

Do you have sneaky Antinium?

Sneaky Antinium?

The [Bard] nodded.

Its how the Redfangs fought. We lost our [Shaman]. So we just used traps. Gold-rank Adventurers love teams with [Mages]. So we learn to attack them from one side. Ambush themuse big rocks or artifacts or sneaky Goblins to break their barriers. Then its easy. One arrow and

He mimed being struck in the chest. Yellow Splatters paused.

I understand the Silent Antinium are aHive specializing in sneak attacks. But their forces are not part of the Free Antinium, or so Klbkch has explained to me. But you use traps? Belgrade makes traps. Tell me more. You are much more experienced than I.

Oh?

Numbtongue looked surprised. And then pleased. He shrugged again, and then looked around. Then he went over to his desk. Erin had given him any number of things to occupy himself with. Snacks, a jar of cookies, parchment, ink, quills, a nail filehe grabbed the parchment and a quill and ink and brought it over. It was largely unused, although Yellow Splatters saw some lyrics on one sheet. Numbtongue unrolled the parchment and dipped his quill in the inkpot.

Hm. This is how Redfangs attack [Mages]. Very easy? See? Pit trap here, archers here with cover, boulders here with slope, oh. Poison arrows. And Carn Wolf [Riders] hereand sometimes angry beehives. Or exploding things like Tripvine bags. Simple. Anyone can do. What do you want to know?

Yellow Splatters stared at the trap. He hesitated, and then he raised three hands.

Please explain everything.

-

Life had its ups and downs. You didnt win every fight. And sometimes you cried. But the trick was to keep moving. To pick yourself up again. That was why after about forty minutes, Erin Solstice was able to leave her room and go downstairs with a smile on her face and reassure her friends. Shed had a few more tears, a handkerchief to blow her nose, and a nap. And really, it wasnt her that she was worried about. It was Numbtongue.

Shed expected the Hobgoblin to be somewhere else. But to her surprise, he was in his room. He hadnt even gone downstairs. Erin cautiously poked her head into the room, holding a tray with two mugs of tea.

Heeeey guys. Hows it going? Umeveryone okay? Sorry for going off like that. Anyone want a drink?

Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters looked up. Erin blinked as she saw them sitting on his bed and chair. Theyd dragged the table over and they were gathered around it. The young woman smiled.

Oh wow! You two are really getting along!

Hi.

Numbtongue gave Erin a smile and accepted the tea. He seemed to be over his earlier frustration, and hed clearly been absorbed by some kind of discussion with Yellow Splatters. Erin peered at the parchment as Yellow Splatters took a mug.

Whatcha working on? Ooh, are those maps?

Tactics.

Numbtongue tugged at one bit of parchment, looking slightly put upon as Erin peered around the table. She was clearly intruding. Erin made out a list of what looked like classes and Skills. And then she identified some of the drawings. Numbtongue wasnt exactly an [Artist] and he was no [Tactician], so his picture of a Goblin stabbing an adventurer in the back was crude. But it got the point across.

Erins face fell a bit. She glanced up at the Goblin an Antinium.

Youre discussing fighting? Really? Nothing else?

They looked at her blankly. What else would they talk about? Erin sighed, but she smiled.

Im glad. Hey, you could go downstairs. If you want! Or I can get you a snack.

I ate.

And I have imbibed adequate sustenance.

Right. Okay! Well, glad to see you two are making friends. Dont let me bother you!

Erin stepped back. Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters turned to look at her. After a second, Numbtongue coughed. Erin blinked.

Oh my god. Im my mom.

What?

I have to go. Sorry. Im cramping your style! Oh noIm a mom. Wait, does that mean Lyonettes the dad? Or the bossy older sister? Am I the dad?

Erin groaned and slapped her forehead. Completely lost, Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue exchanged a glance. But they were relieved when she was gone. It wasnt that Erin wasnt welcomeit was just that both were well aware of how distracting she could be. And this was serious business. They leaned over the table again. Yellow Splatters nodded.

Back to our discussion. Survival rates among the Soldiers is typically low when encountering powerful monsters. Belgrades traps do work wellI will suggest the ones you use to him. We also have magical items, but I am certain Revalantor Klbkch will not allow their use.

Numbtongue nodded.

Can make slings, though. Slings are good.

Indeed. I am not sure if a Worker can swing four slings at once, but that is a viable experiment.

Numbtongue laughed, trying to imagine that. Yellow Splatters politely smiled. Theyd been discussing how to fight, and to Numbtongues surprise, it was actuallyfun. Talking about Redfang tactics and survival strategies with someone who appreciated it. Right up until you realized they might all die in one of the scenarios they were laying out.

The Painted Antinium were certainly unlike any tribe Numbtongue had met. They could overwhelm a foe just like Goblins, but their Workers and Soldiers were all a lot stronger than the average Goblin. By the same token though, they didnt have strong Hobs or Chieftains, with the exception of Yellow Splatters. That complicated things, especially if your goal was to keep as many alive as possible.

Something occurred to Numbtongue as he looked at Yellow Splatters description of the Painted Antiniums forces. Bow unit, low-level [Soldiers]he looked up sharply, realizing there was an obvious discrepancy besides a lack of magic users and more sneaky and ranged types.

You know what you need?

What?

Yellow Splatters leaned forwards again. He was more decisive than the Workers, but when he listened to Numbtongue, he was a very attentive student. Who asked a lot of questions. Numbtongue grinned and tapped his belt. Next to the small satchel holding his mined treasures was a vial. He pulled it out and showed Yellow Splatters.

Potions. Potions are good. All your Soldiers should have potions. Redfangs use potions.

I am intrigued. Tell me more.

Numbtongue gave him a blank look.

Potions. You use them. You heal. Or get effects. Likespitting fire. Potions are good.

Yellow Splatters hesitated.

The Antinium do not use potions. Ever.

Really? What if you get hurt?

We have a healing gel. That we seldom use. Soldiers have a recovery area. There they live or die.

Numbtongue shook his head. That sounded like a poor Goblin tribe.

Potions heal everything fast.

So I understand. And the Hive has a supply. A verylarge supply, in fact. But Revalantor Klbkch has designated such stores off-limits except in case of war, or emergency.

Okay. So get more.

How?

Steal? Kill adventurers? Orbuy?

Buy?

The Hobgoblin nodded uncertainly. He wasnt completely in on this concept either. But since the first two options werent viable around Liscor

Potions cost money. You have money, right?

I have a stipend allocated to me by Klbkch, yes.

Can you buy a potion with it?

Yellow Splatters opened his mandibles slowly.

I have never purchased anything except for food from Miss Erin. Have you?

No

They stared at each other. Antinium and Goblins didnt buy anything. But the thought was beguiling. And Numbtongue had seen Lyonette coming in with food that shed bought with the shiny coins Erin gave to him. And Yellow Splatters had seen the same while marching through the city.

You have coins.

Yup. See?

Numbtongue found some silver and two gold coins stuffed in his desk. Erin had paid him for guarding the inn along with the other Redfangs. Theyd been keepsakes. Useless. Until now. Yellow Splatters produced his own money pouch. He poured the coins onto the table. Numbtongue stared at the bronze, silver, and gold. Yellow Splatters stared at the pile and him.

Is that enough for a potion?

Maybe? Maybe one.

The Hobgoblin had no idea. He thought about asking Erin. Did she know how much a potion was worth? Maybe Ceria? Yellow Splatters opened his mandibles and clicked, clearing his throat.

I couldattempt to look at some in Liscor. However, I do not know if the [Alchemists] there would allow me into their stores. Obtaining potionsthat would be very useful. Very.

Numbtongue nodded. Potions were every Goblins dream. You could save your life with one. Even the Redfangs, who were rich, had coveted every bottle they found. Speaking of whichNumbtongue frowned at his belt. He had two healing potions. And another stashed under his pillow.  Erin had given them to him, but shed gotten hers fromhis eyes widened.

Want to look at some? I know a place.

In Liscor? You are banned from the city.

Numbtongue scowled and then suppressed it.

No. But I thinkwe can go there. Follow me.

Casually, he left his room and went downstairs. Yellow Splatters swept his and Numbtongues money into his pouch and followed. Erin was downstairs, serving guests. They looked at Numbtongue when he came down, but no one caused a scene this time.

Erin. Can we go somewhere? With the door?

Numbtongue innocently walked over to Erin. She looked around suspiciously, but when she heard what he wanted, she nodded after a moment.

Sure. I mean, if youre just visiting her. Dont let her rip you off! Tell you whatthe Pallass crowdll riot if I dont keep the door open there. But I can let you two through andcheck on you in ten minutes? Just tell Octavia that if she scams you, Ill rip off her arm or something. Got it?

Numbtongue nodded eagerly. He beckoned to Yellow Splatters and Erin pushed her way towards the magic door. Lyonette looked anxious as Erin changed the door, let the Hobgoblin and Antinium through, and then came back.

Youre sure thats fine, Erin? Shouldnt one of us go with them? Or at least, one of the Horns?

Its fine. Its just Octavia. Numbtongue promised to stay in her shop. And Ill head over as soon as I finish setting up the fondue. Relcs gonna love this. Hey, Relc!

Erin waved and turned. It was just five minutes. Ten or fifteen at most. Shed be over as soon as she finished melting the cheese in the big pot. Pisces was providing the flame and Erin had already equipped Mrsha, Ceria, and Yvlon and Ksmvr with some long forks to dip sausage into the cheesy goodness. Relc was beaming as he rushed over with Embria following, and Erin was smiling too. Shed introduce the wonders of fondue to the inn, then pop over to Stitchworks anddeal with Octavia for a bit.

It never occurred to her to worry. Right up until her [Dangersense] started going off, that was.

-

It was past lunch in Celum. And Stitchworks, the [Alchemist]s shop owned by Octavia Cotton was not open. It was still closed, despite the [Alchemist] being awake. She sat in her shop, and for once, she was too tired to make a sale.

She knew she had to. The days payment had been twelve silver. More than half a gold coin! For an [Alchemist], it was doable. But Octavia had to sell, and sell well to get ahead of that. Let alone make money.

But whats the point? I might as well pack up rather than keep on here.

Dully, Octavia stared at her racks of potions. The magical glow they gave off was usually enough to cheer her up. But today the colors just looked pale. Fake. Octavia was an [Alchemist]. She could see the low quality of her own potions.

She used to think she made up for quality with quantity, an affordable margin for both her customers and herself. Shed liked to imagine she was making her mark in Izril, despite the competition. Today? She wished shed never left Chandrar.

Octavia stared at her potions. Then she stared out the boarded-up window of her shop. There were slits between the imperfect covering, but the pane of glass in her door also gave her a view of the street. She could see them, out there. They were watching her.

The [Alchemist]s eyes flicked to her shelves. To the door. Then to another door, set in the back of her shop. It was a magic door. Or at least, the mana stone glittering in the doorframe was. But if Octavia opened the door, it would just reveal a wall. It wasnt connected to Liscor at the moment. So she couldnt just run through with all her gold and potions.

And even if she could, then what? Octavia shook her head. Assume she could get her gold, her equipment, and all her ingredients and wares through. She was still out the cost of her shop. Not to mention shed have to set up in Liscor. If they even accepted String People. And would Erin let Octavia stay? Orif Octavia opened the door and asked, begged for help

No. Octavia shook her head and slowly got up. She went over to her shop sign and slowly changed it. Erin wasnt going to come to her rescue. She, Octavia, had given up on the thought. Why ask? Octavia hadnt gotten anyone she knew to slow down and hear her out. Bad pitches, bad timingit didnt matter. She knew all the Gold-rank teams had left Erins inn anyways. And who would answer her call if she did ask? Erin? That small Gnoll, Mrsha? Lyonette? The Horns?

Say they did take care of

Octavia peeked out her door again and counted. Then she shook her head. And even if they got all of them, Quelm had, what, four times that many lurking about. Hed gone mad. And it was Octavias fault. Well, hed started it by stealing her designs. But

Cant wriggle out of it this time, Octavia Cotton. It was a bad deal and you knew it. You should have just let it lie. Now youve got to pay up. Its just twelve silver. Twice a week.

Octavia stared blankly at her shop.

I have to move. To Remendia. Ocre. Or Esthelm. Yeah. They dont have an [Alchemist], right? Or if they do, how good can they be? City gets sacked by the Goblin Lordtheres bound to be plenty of business opportunities! I hold on, make a few preparationsQuelms not watching the gates, right?

Her eyes flicked to the window, and then to the magic door again. If only

Erin. Ten gold? I could manage that.

It was all her savings. But if Erin swung it for herOctavia hesitated. Ten gold wouldnt buy enough Silver-rank teams for a fight with that many thugs. Not to mention the City Watch wasnt getting involved. They were bought-off. Or something. Quelm had Octavias gold. And his sales from the matches. And

She was sitting behind her counter. Octavia buried her head in her hands.

I thought she liked me. A bit? I know Im a bit pushy. But I thought Krshiaor the Hornswe have a business relationship. Im still selling to Krshia. Surely

She stared down at her counter it was swimming a bit.

Did they all hate me that much?

Nothing in her shop answered her. After a moment though, Octavia heard a jingle. She looked up. At least she had this. She put a smile on her face.

Welcome to Stitchworks, friend! How can I interest you in my potions? Four silver off any first purchase andulp!

She stared at the rough figure that had pushed open the door. Octavia slowly closed her mouth and sat down. The [Thug] grinned at her. He was rough-shaven and smelled of sweat.

Morning, Miss Octavia.

Ah. H-hello. Howre things? Checking in on the shop? I paid yesterday, you know. Promptly and on time! Theres no need for

Octavia could normally out-talk anyone she met. But the words dried up as the man looked around her shop. She could see the long knife at his belt. But that wasnt what terrified her. String People didnt fear knives. It was fire she feared. Fire and those who caused it.

Looks like you havent got much business. Alchemist Quelms concerned.

Isis he? Well, you can assure him that Ill get him his money.

Esthelm. She could move tonight if she found a good [Wagon Driver]. And if they werent watching her shop. The [Thug] looked around and shrugged.

So you say. But hes concerned. And since hes so worried, he sent me and some of the guys around to help you sell.

For a second Octavia was confused. Was Quelm mad? Did he think this would be a good [Shop Assistant]? She stared as the [Thug] went over to one of her shelves of potions.

Help me sell? He really doesnt need tohey! Wait! What are you doing?

The [Thug] was grabbing bottles off the shelf. Octavia rushed around her counter.

No! Those are mine! Here, you want next payment? I can make it! Tell Quelm

She grabbed at her money drawer and realized it was locked. The [Thug] just shook his head. He grinned at her, exposing bright, well-kept teeth. Octavia felt they should have been rotten or replaced by gold.

Alchemist Quelm has decided theres a new deal. Youll be selling your potions through his store. Youll get your cutbut everything goes through him, got it?

He grabbed an armful of bottles. Octavia couldnt take it.

No! Thats my merchandise! If he takes that

Her income was liquid. Literally; more money was in the potions waiting to be sold than anywhere in her shop, even her safe. The [Thug] raised a fist as Octavia grabbed at him and she flinched.

Dont. Were taking all of these today. Damn, well need a wheelbarrow or something. Im not carrying them. Youll get two thirdsAlchemist Quelm gets a third. And he wont even charge you a weekly fee anymore. Isnt that fair?

Hethat

Octavia gulped for air. The world was swimming. If Quelm did that, shed lose far more than twelve silver every three days. A third of her profits? Hed be the only [Alchemist] selling in the city and shed be unable to run. And both she and Quelm and the [Thug] knew it. He gave her another pearly smile.

You cant do this. This is too far. QuelmI know we had our grudges, but this is robbery. Ill go to the City Watch if you take my potions. Ill testify under truth spell! I have friends in Liscor too. I go through that door

Octavias voice shook. The [Thug] turned to her. His eyes narrowed. Suddenly, deliberately, he dropped his armful of potions.

No

Too late. Octavia grabbed one bottle, but the rest smashed on the floor. Horrified, she stared as four stamina potions and three healing potions mixed on the floor. That wasat least three golds worth ofshe looked up as a boot smashed the glass shards flat. The [Thug] drew his knife with a snarl.

And what? You tell the Watch or you go through that door, and your store wont last till morning. Neither will you. Were in charge now, not some [Guardsmen]. Or didnt you hear what happened to Jeffil?

Octavia froze, the last potion in her hands. She backed up.

I heard. Butbut

The [Thug] grinned unpleasantly.

Too bad String People can just replace their arms, right? Dont make us make an example of you. Be smart. Mabel the Magnificent is smart. Shes working for Alchemist Quelm. Youve got one chance to make the right move. Either you agree right now, or

He broke off. Octavia heard a sudden roar of sound and jumped. A familiar voice rang out in her shop!

Okay! Ten minutes! Remember, stay inside!

The [Thug] swore and ducked back. Octavia turned. The door to Erins inn was open! Her heart leapt, but the warning growl behind her made her tense up. And the door was closing as soon as it opened. Octavia opened her mouthand then choked when she saw who was coming through the door. A Hobgoblin, and

What the hell is that?

The [Thug] hissed at Octavia. Frozen, the [Alchemist] stared at Yellow Splatters and then looked around.

An Antinium Soldier. And thatsNumbtongue.

Thats a Hob! A flipping Hobgoblin!

The man looked afraid, which pleased Octavia. She hesitated, looking at Numbtongue. He glanced at her and waved.

We want to look at things.

Uh, okay! I mean, great! Pleased to have you here! And your friend! Ill be over in a second!

Octavia smiled nervously. Her eyes flicked to the [Thug]. He glared at her. Slowly, he edged back to her door and caught himself. He leaned over to Octavia and hissed.

Well finish this later. Get them to go away.

The Stitch-Girl hesitated. The [Thug] caught her arm, squeezing it tight.

Say anything and weve got fourteen people outside your shop. Dont be stupid. Ill be right here.

He bared his teeth. Octavias heart sank. She saw him go to the door and wave his hand urgently. Damn. If there werent moreshe hurried over to Numbtongue.

Hey, Numbtongue, right? Good to see you!

The Hobgoblin eyed the [Alchemist]s smile warily. He sniffed the air and frowned. Then he leaned around her and spotted the puddle of potions. His eyes widened. Octavia glanced at him and then the [Thug].

Oh, that? Dont worry about it. Minor spill. What can I do you for? Is uh, Erin

In her inn. Shell come later. We want to buy a potion. We havemoney.

Numbtongue waved vaguely at the Antinium Soldier. Octavia backed up a step as she saw the Soldier towering over her. Was it her or was this fellow big even for an Antinium?

Uhwell, uha Soldier? Im happy to sell to all customers, but how do I know what he wants? What you want? Does he have a name?

Too late, Octavia remembered. You werent supposed to ask Antinium their names! She froze, but the Soldier nodded and opened his mandibles.

Yellow Splatters. I was reborn and given a voice. I am looking to purchase as many potions as possible for this amount of money.

He opened his money pouch. Octavias jaw dropped at the gold and silver glittering there. She could sellher eyes darted to the [Thug].

Great! I mean, wonderful! II can definitely sell you whatever you need. And, hey did you say Erins coming through?

In a bit. Whats this?

Numbtongue replied absently. Octavia glanced at the potion he was indicating.

Pepperspray Potion. Uhlisten, Numbtongue

Miss Octavia! Youre gonna close up shop soon, right?

The [Thug] called out from where he was standing. Octavias heart sank. He was eying her as he pretended to browse the shelves. And fingering the dagger on his belt. She looked at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin had a frown on his face as he looked at the [Thug]. Octavia inhaled.

She could tell him. But what if he said no? If it was Ceria, or Pisces, or Yvlonnot Ksmvrshe might have risked it. But she could see more people slowly advancing down the street. And Numbtongue? The Hobgoblin? Weakly, Octavia realized that the [Thug] was going to make her chase out Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters. And Erin too.

Erin. Oh no. If she came by and started a fight, hed knife her. This wasnt any tough. Theyd crippled Jeffil. And they were going to take her potions. How many did he say there were? Fifteen? Octavia looked at Numbtongue. The Soldier. Then she thought of Erin. If Erin got into a fight and they drew their weapons

The sigh that escaped the [Alchemist]s mouth was slow and long. And she wiped her eyes across her stained sleeve once. That was all. Then she gave Numbtongue a big smile.

Actually, you came here just in time, Numbtongue. Im doing a clearance sale. Reorganizing my stock. Whatever you wantits half-off. Tell me what you need and Ill get it to you.

The Hobgoblin did a double-take. So did the Soldier. He looked at her suspiciously.

Really? Is this atrick?

Octavia had to admit that shed never done a sale like that without some kind of trick. But today she just spread her hands wide.

Nope! Let me get you your potions. I think Erinll have to wait on coming through; lets do business before she gets here. Okay?

Are you sure?

The Hobgoblins response was so normal, that Octavia wavered. She looked over her shoulder. And she tried to think of a code, something he could relay to Erin. But she was sure that the [Thug] would pick up on anything obvious like that.

Just grand, Numbtongue. Just grand. What can I do for you?

The Hobgoblin exchanged a glance with the Soldier. And Octavia could have sworn she saw the Soldiers antennae do some weird twitching. But it didnt matter. Shed sell them everything she could just to spite Quelm. And then let the gang take her goods. And then leave Celum orshe looked at Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters. They looked strong. Stronger than the [Thug]. But there were a lot of thugs outside.

And she didnt have anything to offer them. Even if she could warn them. It wasnt a good deal for them. So Octavia bit her lip and smiled.

Come on. Times money. What do you want?

-

There was someone else watching Stitchworks. The [Enforcer]. The [Nightstalker], and her [Blackguard] escort. They sat in the little bakery caf. It had been a few hours, but theyd bought enough snacks and drinks to keep the [Baker]s assistant quite happy to let them stay as long as they walked.

Theyd been good for gossip too. The polite, well-mannered man with the hat whod tipped well had asked any number of questions about Liscor and the magic door that the [Baker] in training had been only too happy to talk about.

Now they were watching the door as she reluctantly helped her master, who was actually a mistress, prepare dough in the kitchen. And at the table, the [Nightstalker], whod been sitting and slowly drinking the hours by while gnashing her teeth, suddenly swore and sat up.

Fucking rotted Ghoul dicks. What the hell is that?

Even surprised, she was too professional to point at the [Alchemist]s shop. Nor did she need to. The [Enforcer] and the [Blackguard] had seen the same thing. The [Blackguard] checked his blades. The [Enforcer] just tipped up his cap and sat up.

Well, thats not something you see every day.

Its fucking insanity. What the hells going on in Liscor? Nowhere does that damn door lead?

The [Enforcer] winced at the [Nightstalker]s language. But he didnt take his eyes off the strange pair whod entered the [Alchemist]s shop. He stared at the green Goblin and the insect-man as they wandered about the shop.

I believe its a Hobgoblin. And that other one isan Antinium Soldier.

The [Nightstalker] settled back in her chair, but only slightly. She was gripping the stilettos concealed in her dress.

They came at the wrong time. That [Thug] was just about to wrap up that shop with his gang.

The [Enforcer] nodded quietly. It hadnt been too interesting to see. Predictably, this Alchemist Quelm had sent a gang in to make sure his competition didnt fly the coop as it were. Taking their goods and selling them through his store was a classic move that hadnt impressed him or the [Nightstalker]. But now a wrinkle had entered the plan. A very big wrinkle with four arms and another one with green skin and glowing eyes.

Hobs. Fucking Hobs walking about in daylight.

I heard there were some in Liscor.

That didnt come from the [Enforcer]. It was the first words the [Blackguard] had spoken. The man must have been rattled to break his silence. The [Nightstalker] glanced at the man and glared.

It doesnt change things. But maybe theyre our marks. Who knows? You see anything?

She was clearly expecting the answer to be no. But the [Blackguard] leaned forwards.

Yes. I do.

What?

The woman sat forwards. And now her eyes were fixed on the two. She glanced at the [Enforcer] and leaned over to the [Blackguard]. He whispered urgently to her and her eyes widened. She kept her voice low, shielding her mouth, but the [Enforcer] wasnt looking at her. He was adjusting his cap and sniffing the air. A foul odor drifted towards him.

Well, this is a right mess.

He muttered to himself, and reached for something concealed at his side. A bit of leather and lead, that was all. And inside the shop, the Hob and Soldier were wandering about, peering at bottles. The [Enforcer] could see them through the door and the boarded up window, moving about. The [Nightstalker] narrowed her eyes. She had a better vision Skill than he did; she could clearly see through the boards of wood.

That idiot [Thug]s still there with the Stitch-Girl [Alchemist].

Probably to make sure she doesnt run. Not that shed abandon her shop. Thats her livelihood.

The [Enforcer] commented. The [Nightstalker] nodded, her enmity with him forgotten. Her painted nails drummed on the table. She glanced down the street. More people were moving towards the shop. The [Enforcer] grimaced; he saw the gang hed met that morning drifting towards Stitchworks, as subtle as a cow walking through a brothel. The [Nightstalker] bared her teeth.

Look. The Hobs noticed the gang outside. See the way hes looking over the shelves? Sos that bug. Whatre they going to do?

Interfere?

The [Enforcer] frowned. He could see the [Alchemist] tagging along besides the Hob, clearly offering him a potion. Was she trying to get rid of him? From the way the [Thug] was glaring, hed made a threat. Get rid of them so we can take your inventory. The [Enforcer] shook his head. Classless. Embarrassingly rude. Unconscionable, even. He itched to intervene. But he had a job and that was to watch.

The [Nightstalker] snorted. She was eying the dozen plus men and women now loitering about Stitchworks. They were clearing the street; the passersby could smell trouble. Theyd probably already seen Quelms thugs shaking down the [Alchemist] before.

Its not their fight. Two versus fifteen? And I saw a second gang close by. Looks like that Quelm has people looking for us after I stabbed that idiot. Would you take those odds?

The [Enforcer] didnt reply. But he knew even the [Nightstalker] and her [Blackguard] bodyguard would have hesitated if the fifteen had showed some teeth in the alleyway this morning. They might be low-level, but numbers were enough in a fight. A knife between the ribs was all it took, if you didnt have the right Skills or magical equipment.

They might have numbers, but it looks like theyre spooked by the Antinium and Hobgoblin.

Amateurs.

The [Nightstalker] sneered. The gang was right outside the shop, giving the nervous [Thug] inside visible support. He looked relieved and began haranguing the [Alchemist] inside the shop. She stepped back to argue with him, pointing at the Hob and Soldier. The [Enforcer] cursed and craned his head to see.

The odd duo were talking, staring at a potion and occasionally looking at the [Thug] and at the gang outside. They were clearly aware of something, but how much the [Enforcer] couldnt say. Hed knownwell, Goblins were unpredictable sometime. And hed never met Antinium. The sight of that Soldier made his skin crawl. But then the [Enforcer] saw the [Thug] reach his breaking point.

Inside the shop, the [Alchemist] was arguing with the man. He, impatient with her, nervous of the two strange creatures, did what came naturally to a man with her. As Octavia Cotton pointed at the magic door he lost his temper and struck her across the face. It was a light blow, but Octavia went stumbling back, clutching at her cheek.

The Hobgoblin and Soldier looked up. For a second, everyone, the gang outside, the [Thug], the [Enforcer] and the [Nightstalker] and [Blackguard] tensed. The Hob looked at Octavia, blinked, and then pointed at the bottle in his claws. The Soldier nodded and they went back to talking. They didnt move and Octavia raised two placating hands as the [Thug] shouted something at her.

The [Nightstalker] snorted.

Theyre smart at least. Do we really have to watch this no-name [Alchemist] get shaken down or can we

The [Nightstalker] broke off, eying the [Enforcer]s face. The [Blackguard] turned in his chair to eye the Brother as well. The [Enforcer] slowly tugged the hat lower on his head.

Im going to stroll closer.

He stood up. Hed already paid for his food, so he left the table and the Sister of Chell behind. Slowly, the [Enforcer] strolled down the street. Inside the shop, Octavia was placating the [Thug]. And it seemed the Hobgoblin and Soldier had made their decision. He was showing a glowing, green and blue bottle to her and she was nodding.

The [Thug] stepped back, practically trembling with adrenaline as the Hob walked past her to the counter with the [Alchemist]. The Soldier stayed where he was, next to the door. The Hobgoblin turned as he passed the [Thug] and pointed to the bottle. The [Thug] recoiled and snapped something.

The [Enforcer] slowed as he saw the Hobgoblin raise the bottle and smile. It was a toothy, big smile that exposed his teeth. And his crimson eyes widened. He turned back to the counter as the [Thug] backed up. Then he whirled and smashed the glass bottle into the [Thug]s face.

The sound of the glass breaking was audible from inside the shop. The [Thug] stumbled back, clawing at his face as the potion ran into his cut face. The Hob inspected the mans face. Then he grabbed the man by the collar.

The [Enforcer] saw a blur of motion. He cursed and accelerated, casually walking towards the group of low-level criminals outside. They were staring into the shop, looking at each other. The [Enforcer] heard a shout from inside.

Numbtongue, wait

The next thing the [Enforcer] saw was the body of the [Thug] flying through the boarded up window. He landed on the ground in a shower of wood and splinters, face bleeding. His friends recoiled. The door to Stitchworks slowly opened and the Hobgoblin walked out. He strode over to the [Thug], who was lying on the paving stones. The man tried to get up, gasping, his lungs and chest malfunctioning.  The Hob regarded him. Then he waved at someone in the shop.

You stay there.

He turned and stomped on the mans chest. The [Thug] screamed. His friends grabbed their weapons. And the Hobgoblin turned around. Fourteen Humans surrounded him. They had knives, clubs, a spiked mace, even a sword. He had his bare hands, two potions at his belt, and a small sack at his waist. No weapons. The [Enforcer] sniffed the air and smelled for death. He saw the Hobgoblin grin. And after a second, so did the man.

-

There was no point to this fight. No benefit. Numbtongue raised his fists as the shouting Humans surrounded him. They were screaming, asking questions, making threats. As if they hadnt seen him just throw their friend out Octavias window. They were clearly amateurs. When you saw an enemy, you didnt shout at him. Numbtongue spun.

Instead, you did this. He lunged at the nearest Human, a man, and grabbed his arm. The fellow had a club and recoiled. He tried to yank away, but Numbtongue had his club arm. He raised his other hand to punch. Numbtongue was faster. He hit the man across the nose and heard something crunch. He stumbled back, screaming and Numbtongue took careful aim with his knee.

The crunch was the sound of Numbtongues knee hitting the mans groin. Perhaps the man had had some kind of protective leather cup there. Either way, it was now part of his genitalia. Numbtongue let go of him and the man dropped, clutching at his privates.

Dead gods! He got Blaikil!

Get him! Its one Hob!

The Humans were screaming at each other. Numbtongue swung around and saw the first one move. He dodged backwards as a knife swung at his stomach and grabbed the arm attached. His claws dug into the skin and whoever was holding the knife screamed and dropped it. That was sloppy. Numbtongue belted the Human woman in the stomach and jumped back as she threw up. He looked for the knife

And someone slammed into him from the side. The Hobgoblin went tumbling as a huge man stuck him a blow across the face and kicked at him. Numbtongue rolled, sprang to his feet, and grabbed the leg as it hit him in the chest. He growled, and twisted the leg until he heard something go pop.

The scream this time was rewarding. The man fell, clutching his leg. But another swung and Numbtongue felt a spiked club tear across his chest. A tearing pain made him back up, shielding his face. The spikes tore at his arm, and the [Bandit] hollered.

Ive got him! Stab the monster! Stab him

His friends charged Numbtongue. Six on one. The Hobgoblin fell back, cursing. It wasnt a good fight. They might be unprepared. They might be lower-level. But there were so many. Why take this fight? Why do it at all?

Octavia had nothing to offer Numbtongue. Nothing he couldnt buy at another shop. And the trouble of saving her wasnt worth it. Not to the [Alchemist]. Or the [Enforcer], or [Nightstalker] or gang. It didnt make sense to them. But it did to Numbtongue.

Sometimes it wasnt about what someone had to offer. Or about how useful a person was. It wasnt about value, or cost. If you thought like that, people became numbers. And if you gave people value, what value had Goblins? If that were so, Erin Solstice would never have given a Goblin food. Or asked a Workers name.

As the gang swarmed Numbtongue, the door to Stitchworks opened a second time. The men and women closest to the door looked up as it opened a second time. They stared and screamed. The rest turned as a huge shape barreled out of the door.

It had taken Yellow Splatters eight seconds to walk around shop without bumping into anything. Now the Antinium charged. His fist took the man with the spiked club in the face. The man spunthe other three fists lashed out, pummeling the Human. Yellow Splatters turned and his hands grabbed a Human [Thief]. He lifted the screaming man overhead and threw him on the ground.

The gang stared at their friend as he fell. They listened to the sound he made as he landed. He didnt move. Yellow Splatters looked around and his mandibles opened wide. His deep voice boomed as Numbtongue set himself behind the Antinium.

Flee. Or stand and suffer.

The Humans wavered. They looked up at him. A giant, a black-brown insect from the nightmares of Rhir. A Soldier. And behind him, a monster with glowing red eyes that grinned.

Goblins and Antinium really didnt count cost. Erin had never counted the cost of kindness. You did what you did. And that usually involved hitting things.

Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters charged with a roar that shook the street. Two against thirteen. The Hobgoblin leapt and kicked a man in the chest, ignoring the sword that slashed at his side. His blood hit the street as he and the man fell. The Human reached for the swordNumbtongue kicked him in the face as hard as he could. The mans head snapped back and made a gurgling sound. But it wasnt enough to kill. Numbtongue saw a confusion of legs as he rolled.

Up. He had to getsomeone rammed into him from the side, a knife stabbing. Numbtongue felt it hit his gut twice. He sucked in, but the pain wasnt even registering. And to the womans horror, he caught the bloody knife with one claw, ignoring the way it cut his palm. He tightened his grip as she tried to pull away.

Dull.

Numbtongue informed her before he put a thumb in her eye. Screaming, the woman let go and Numbtongue tossed the knife aside. Any blade he could grab that hard without losing his fingers was dull. It had still gotten his stomach. The Hobgoblin reached for his belt and saw someone swinging at his chest. He raised an arm and felt the impact as a [Highwayman] hit him with a cudgel. The man gaped and Numbtongue kicked him in the groin as he grabbed a potion. It was a winning tactic.

The Hobgoblin didnt bother to uncork the vial. He tossed it into his mouth and chomped. Shards of glass splintered, cutting his mouth, but the cuts began to heal as the potion flowed down his mouth. Carefully, looking around, Numbtongue held the shards with his tongue and spat them in the face of the next Human he saw.

This was a fight. This was a fight!  The Humans were everywhere. And though they outnumbered Numbtongue, he was not alone. Behind him, Yellow Splatters had his back to Octavias shop. He looked around as six Humans came at him at once. A man stabbed at him with a long-handled knife and the blade sunk into the [Sergeant]s carapace. A few inches. Then the poor metal snapped.

Casually, Yellow Splatters backhanded the man with one of his four arms. Then he turned as another man charged him with a yell. The Soldier swung left with two arms into a mans chest and stomach, and then left, hitting a woman across her scarred face and belly. Both Humans bodies made dull, heavy sounds and their feet left the ground. When they landed they crumpled into heaps.

[Power Strike]!

Someone struck Yellow Splatters from behind. This time the Soldiers carapace cracked as a fellow with brass knuckles delivered two powerful blows into his back. But aside from a green trickle that began to run from the cracked spots, the Soldier barely staggered. The [Brawler] paled as Yellow Splatters turned.

Five Families save

All four of Yellow Splatters arms shot out. Two grabbed the [Brawler]s fists. The other two began battering the man in the face and chest. After five seconds, Yellow Splatters let go. He turned around and the other Humans backed up.

Antinium.

Someone whispered it. The Soldier nodded. He looked at the weapons the street gang held. They were deadly in Celum. A club with spikes, a sword, a few daggersthey were good against Humans. Drakes. Gnolls and Goblins even. But the Antinium had been built for war.

Come or flee. It makes no difference to me.

He raised his fists and advanced. The others pulled back. Numbtongue, seeing Yellow Splatters advance slowly, shouted a warning.

Dodge!

The Soldier glanced at him. Then he twisted. Too latethe vial exploded and half of Yellow Splatters body was aflame! The Soldier made no sound, but instantly dropped and rolled. But the vial had been sticky oil. The flames refused to go out and the Humans swarmed the Antinium, kicking and beating at him.

Off!

Numbtongue leapt at the nearest one. The man turned and screamed as Numbtongue grabbed his arm, ready to break it. The Hobgoblin twisted and then felt an arm descend around his throat. He twistedbut too late. The man tightened his arm in a chokehold. Numbtongue gasped, staggering forwards and the man shouted.

Ive got it! Stab itstab

He shrieked, clutching at arm and letting go of the choke hold. His friends stared at the huge chunk of flesh missing, gushing blood. Numbtongue spat the flesh and grinned with bloody teeth. He turned, head butted the man and heard a nose break again. Then he punched.

One rib. Three. The man gurgled and fell down. Numbtongue looked around as he grabbed Yellow Splatters and hauled him to his feet. The Soldier came up, wiping at the liquid. He clicked and Numbtongue grabbed for his other potion.

Drink!

The Antinium grabbed at the vial. Numbtongue whirled. There wereseven Humans left. They backed away as he bared his bloody teeth at them. They had wide eyes and they were panting, despite only having fought forwhat, a minute? Less?

They could do this. Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue. Despite the numbers. The Humans werent ready for this fight! They might have killed once or twice, but they hadnt fought in the battles Numbtongue had. They werent prepared for his ferocity or his willingness to do anything to win. Or Yellow Splatters strength for that matter.

But they did outnumber the two. Only six or seven now, maybe, but Numbtongue knew how this fight workedhed been on the other side of it countless times before. One high-level adventurer versus dozens of Goblins. He might cut them down, but if one managed to land a blow, or if he fell, he was dead. He raised his fists, looking around. If they could retreat into Octavias shopgrab some more potions

Then ten more masked Humans ran around the street corner. And they were holding bared blades and clubs. One stopped when he saw Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters, but the man whod run to grab them screamed.

Thats them! Get them! Backups on the way!

Seventeen Humans advanced. Nervously, but in concert. Numbtongue growled and Yellow Splatters, the flames still burning, looked about.

The alchemists fire

Back. Backs to the shop.

The Hobgoblin and Soldier backed up. The Humans chased them. Only two had what looked like throwing weapons. Numbtongue ducked and Yellow Splatters blocked a throwing knife with one arm. It glanced off his armor, and another Human heaved a brick. It shattered on the Antiniums other arm.

No more alchemist weapons. But some of the Humans were tending to their friends with potions! Numbtongue cursed.

Them!

He pointed. Yellow Splatters didnt ask questions. The two charged, scattering the Humans before they could revive their friends. Numbtongue grabbed at a potion, twisted an arm out of its socket. Took a fist to the face. He snarled, kicked out, and hit a Human in the groin. It was a woman so she didnt fall down from that alone. A second kick to the same spot dislocated her hip.

Numbtongue whirled, dodging another knife. He grabbed the arm and swung his elbow as hard as he could into the face that followed when he yanked. He cursed as he looked for Yellow Splatters, twisting out of the way of another Human and throwing him into his friends. This wasnt how Redfangs fought! They outnumbered their enemies! And Numbtongue hadnt brought his sword or his guitar.

He felt twothree pairs of hands grab him from behind. Cursing, the Hobgoblin struck backwards, but they were holding him still. And in front of him, a Human with a crossbow was aiming it. Real weapons. Numbtongue struggled as the man sighted, ignoring the peril to his comrades. He aimed at Numbtongues stomachand a Human man standing next to him lifted the bolt out of the bow. The [Crossbowman] gapedand the [Enforcer] stabbed the tip of the bolt into his chest and twisted.

The hands holding Numbtongue slackened for a moment in surprise. Numbtongue twisted, saw the first Human and leaned over and bit. The screaming woman clutched at her shoulder. The other Humans started back too late. Numbtongue yanked a head down into his knee and turned around. The man whod stabbed the [Crossbowman] stepped past the downed archer; the crossbow was busted, having been slammed into the mans chest until both bones and frame broke. He tipped his cap to Numbtongue and smiled.

Pardon me, sirs. Saw you were in a bit of a scrap. And Im afraid my fellows wouldnt forgive me letting this rude lot go.

So saying, he drew the object at his side and turned. An outraged [Footpad] with a garroting wire staggered back and Numbtongue saw his nose was broken. The [Enforcer] adjusted his cap, and then stepped forwards smartly.

He was quick. And as ruthless as any Goblin. The man stomped, broke the screaming [Footpad]s foot, and knocked him flat with a blow from the leather sap he carried. Numbtongue stared as he turned around.

Back.

Numbtongue whirled, and his elbow caught a woman across the head. She went down in a moment. Absently, the Hob grabbed a man and put him in a choke-hold, keeping him in front of the mans buddies while he watched the mysterious Human set to the people around him. What was he carrying?

A sap. It was a bit of leather filled with something heavy, extending the [Enforcer]s reach by only a hands length. It wasnt a tool any Goblin would use. But here? On these streets? The [Enforcer]s hands were almost too quick to see! He was striking people with the sap, multiple times each second, elbow, arm, fingers, jawhe stepped back as a burly man swung past him with a cleaver. The Brother raised his sap and stepped into the man with the cleavers guard.

[Shatter Blows].

His sap struck the helpless [Rogue] across the chest, the arm, the face. Numbtongue could hear bones breaking with each strike. The [Rogue] fell down. Numbtongue realized the Human he was holding was unconscious. He let go, ducked a swing, grabbed a leg, yanked up. It was easy to kick the Human on the ground.

Someone came at Numbtongue from behind, but they disappeared. Numbtongue whirled. And Yellow Splatters tossed the Human aside. Numbtongue looked up at the Soldier. And he saw Yellow Splatters turn.

Cover me.

And Numbtongue did. The moments blurred together. He stood with his back to Yellow Splatters, shouting.

Redfang!

And then it was like how he remembered fighting. The Humans were everywhere. But his friend was at his back. Numbtongue spun, kicking, grabbing for a weapon. A clubhe swung it and the wooden club locked with a sword trying to take his chest.

More Humans! Numbtongue didnt know where theyd come from. Suddenly, there were twenty around him! Yellow Splatters guarded with two arms, swinging with blows that lifted men and women off their feet and put them on the ground. But he was too big a target. Someone threw a bag and vines showered him and Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin fought clear and a mace caught him on the side of the head.

Reeling, he nearly tipped over. The [Brigand] tried to finish him off and a potion exploded in his face. He clutched at his eyes as a Pepperspray potion detonated. More Humans scrambled clear. But there were more of them as Numbtongue got up. Yellow Splatters moved back, guarding the shop as Octavia hurled potions out of her window. Numbtongue swung his club and hit something.

But they were losing? No. Yes. The [Enforcer] spun past him, dodging four people at once, his hat clean. But hed taken a knife to the side. Numbtongue looked around.

So many Humans. Where did they keep coming from? He looked down at the club in his hands and realized he was bleeding. He felt at his side. An arrow stood out.

Ow.

The [Bard] grinned weakly. He looked around. And the Humans were closing in. He looked back at the shop.

Numbtongue!

Yellow Splatters roared as he threw another Human. But he was cornered, his carapace bleeding. Three versus twenty had been done. Three versus thirty was possible. But forty?

Numbtongue looked around. He was surrounded. A [Warrior] with a sword advanced, and Numbtongue saw four more Humans closing around from each side. The Redfang Warrior bared his teeth.

Its just one Hob. Kill it.

Shakily, one of the Humans breathed. Numbtongue looked at him. But it was true. Numbtongue was just a Hob. Not Headscratcher. Not Shorthilt. If hed had this clubNumbtongue blocked a slash from the [Warrior]. He staggered, slipping. Someone jumped in, stabbed Numbtongue along the shoulder, darted out. The Hobgoblin twisted his head, took a punch from a pair of brass knuckles.

If only I was Headscratcher.  If only he were Pyrite. The other Goblins memories surged in his head. Hed fought Eater of Spears. Hed hurt Reiss! Hed stopped Tyrion Veltras. He could have won this fight. With fat. With strength. With skill. He would have seen them coming. The sword flashed at Numbtongues face.

Pyrite would have ducked forwards.

Numbtongue knew it. He ducked forwards and the blade flashed over his head. But because he was moving the Human [Warrior] actually ran into him. He tried to bring the sword down, but Numbtongue was under his arms. The Hobgoblin rose, staring at the sword.

Good sword. Pyrite would have taken it. How? Oh

Another bite. This time down to the bone. Numbtongue felt a wrench as the [Warrior] yanked his arm free, screaming. But hed loosened his grip on his sword. Numbtongue seized it. He eyed the blade.

Iron. Not too sharp. But decent. What would Pyrite say? Not good. But okay. The [Warrior] grabbed at a dagger. Someone charged Numbtongue. A dagger for his back. And Pyrite

In the street, a Goblin turned. With one hand, he swung the iron sword in an arc. He brought it down and the hand stabbing towards his back fell on the ground. The Human holding it stared at his stump. Then he clutched at his arm and screamed.

In a dream, Numbtongue stared with interest at the Human. He looked at the sword, impressed. That was a good cut. As good as any Shorthilt could have made. He didnt know how to do that.

And yethe did. The Hobgoblin turned, and both of his claws grasped the swords hilt. He took a stance. A proper one, not like the self-taught [Warrior]s fighting style hed learned as a Redfang. The [Warrior] with the dagger backed up too slow. The Hob slashed his chest, leapt back, twisted, and cut. A second Human lost her hand, this time at the elbow.

The streetslowed. The gang of Humans backed up. Yellow Splatters, shielding his face, bleeding from a dozen injuries as Octavia tried to heal him, saw a Goblin turn. Numbtongues face was dreamy. But his sword swung in patterns and arcs, measured, warding his back and sides. And fingers flew. Hands cut down to the bone. Iron sheared through arm. Until the Humans were running.

Numbtongue cast aside the ruined iron blade. The edge was deformed from the last sword strike. A final Human charged him, not realizing her friends were running. She had blood in her eyesliterally. But his memories, both his and Pyrites, told him she was a high-level [Fighter]. Her brass knuckles had spikes on themshed gotten the [Enforcer]. The Hobgoblin looked down at his torn left arm, exposing sinew. And him.

The [Bard] might have hesitated, grabbed at the sword. But part of him said look. Numbtongue looked. He saw the womans muscles moving along her arm, and saw where shed punch. Numbtongue stepped back, and the tips of the knuckles struck the side of his face. Then he stepped in.

His punch went through the gap in the womans guard. She stumbled back and Numbtongue followed it with a left hook. Stumbling, the woman retreated. He advanced, swinging, kicking.

Dont give her a second! Left hook, kick, elbow, punch, head butt, kick to the chest, punch, punch, punchhe swung a fist and missed. The Human was lying on the ground, her eyes rolled up in her head.

Dead gods.

Someone breathed it behind him. Numbtongue turned. The street was filled with bodies. The [Ruffian] dropped his shiv as Numbtongue looked at him. The Hobgoblins eyes burned. The man screamed and ran. Numbtongue caught him halfway across the streets.

Let me go! Let me go!

The man was screaming, calling at his friends. Numbtongue turned the man to face him. The man grabbed at his side for somethinghe stopped when Numbtongue made a fist.

Who sent them?

He pointed down the street. The last of the gang was running as the [Enforcer] drank a potion. The [Ruffian]s eyes were wide, the unkempt mans face was white.

You can speak?

Numbtongue shook the man so hard his bones rattled. The Hobgoblin spoke again, impatiently.

Who. Sent. You?

A-Alchemist Quelm! He sent us! He hired us! Go after him!

No.

The [Ruffian] blinked, uncertain. Numbtongue made a fist.

Tell him if he tries again, we will hurt him. That is a Goblin threat. Understand? See this?

He waved the fist under the [Ruffian]s nose. The man was nodding, relieved.

Ill tell him. Ill t

Numbtongue aimed at the mans jaw. He punched the man in the teeth and felt them cut into his fistand felt six of them break. He shook out his clawed hand, grimacing. Then he picked up the man screaming into what remained of his teeth.

Goblins dont make threats. Run.

He let go and the man ran. Numbtongue looked around the street. Amazingly, no Humans had died in the fight. Some were dying, thanks to the blood leaving their body from the stumps of their arms and hands, but no one was dead. Yet. There was a remarkable amount of screaming. Numbtongue wandered back to the shop. Yellow Splatters looked up at Numbtongue as the Hobgoblin walked over.

Potion.

Whooh, dead gods!

Octavia poked her head out of the shop. She ran back inside and grabbed a bottle, threw it at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin caught it, opened it vaguely, and drank.

Thanks.

He looked down and saw a dozen injuries on his body closing. It occurred to him he might have been close to dying of blood-loss. Looking at Yellow Splatters, the Hobgoblin saw the Soldier was in better shape. Well, sort of. Yellow Splatters had been burned and it looked like something had melted through his right shoulders armor. He was healing too; the cuts hadnt gone through his carapace and it was mostly cracked. The Soldier looked at Numbtongue.

I called you back to the shop. You did not hear me.

Sorry. I got a sword.

The Hobgoblin pointed vaguely at the iron sword laying in the street. The Soldier nodded.

So I saw. You were impressive with it. A [Bard] is dangerous.

Not me. It was

The Hobgoblin wavered. He turned his head. Belatedly, nearly fifteen minutes after the fight had begun, he heard a shrill whistle and the marching of boots. Dozens of [Guardsmen] flooded the street, covered in chainmail and leather armor, shields raised, clearly apprehensive. They stopped in horror when they saw the bodies and the Antinium and Hobgoblin.

Dead gods, its a massacre!

One of the women cried out in horror. A flurry of [Guardsmen] aimed at Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue.

Dont move!

One of the men with a plumed helmet screamed at Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters. The Antinium and Goblin looked at each other. Neither one moved.

It didnt seem to reassure the [Guards]. They advanced slowly, screaming at the two. One of them took a look at some of the Humans lying on the ground clutching at their limbs and called for healing potions.

A-arrest the two of them

The [Guardsman] with the helmet began uncertainly. Another one stared at Numbtongue and swore.

Hell to that! Shoot them!

The arrows tensed as the bowstrings drew back. The Watch Captain inhaled, and Numbtongue, seeing Yellow Splatters tense, reached for his belt. He said one word.

Stop.

No one did. They never did. The arrows aimed at Numbtongue and the Watch Captain roared.

Dont shoot! Dont shoot! Theres an Antinium and by the Five Families, if theres war

He froze as Numbtongue pulled a scroll out of his belt pouch. The Goblin unfurled it, muttering to himself, and tossed it at the Watch Captain. A bow twanged; an arrow flew and Numbtongue ducked under it. He straightened, and the [Archer] went white as the Hobgoblin glared at him. Then Numbtongue turned to the Watch Captain.

Read it.

He waited, arms folded as the Watch Captain shakily picked up the parchment and read it, keeping one eye on Numbtongue. Then he blinked, did a double-take, and began to read again. He looked up.

Thats impossible.

The Hobgoblin grinned toothily at him. He raised his voice so all the Humans on the street could hear.

My name is Numbtongue. A member of the Redfang Goblins. I am a Bronze-rank adventurer. The Humans threatened me and attacked. I defended myself.

The Humans stared at Numbtongue for a long second. Someone breathed out.

Bullshit.

Numbtongue shrugged.

They hit my friend. In there.

He pointed into Octavias shop vaguely. All eyes turned to Yellow Splatters. Octavia, breathless, poked her head out the window.

Oh, stitches. Now you show up?

The Watch Captain blinked around at her and the Humans on the ground, most of whom had passed out.

Ithis is

Quelm did this! He sent his gang to attack the shop! Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters, er, defended me!

Defended? That monster killedthere are limbs everywhere!

Only six.

Numbtongue blinked at the [Guardswoman]. She gaped at him and pointed a trembling finger.

Watch Captain! That thing speaks! Its a Hobgoblina Goblin monster! Just shoot it and

Her eyes went to Yellow Splatters and her throat worked soundlessly. The Watch Captain was made of sterner stuff though, if only just. He pointed at Numbtongue.

YouGoblin. Youre a monster. In our city.

Numbtongue folded his arms.

I have a paper proving Im a person. Wheres yours?

The Watch Captain hesitated. He stared down at the scroll and hesitated.

Wall LordGuildmistressGold-rankPisces?

He looked at Numbtongue. Then, nervously, at Yellow Splatters.

That things an Antinium Soldier, though. Itsthis is war! Isnt it? Its under arrest.

The [Guards] around the Watch Captain looked uneasy. One of them sidled over and whispered.

Can we do that?

Howll we cuff it?

Yellow Splatters didnt give them time to try it. He copied Numbtongue and folded all four arms.

I am the Prognugator of the Free Antiniums Hive. Will you try to arrest me?

He loomed over the Watch Captain. And that was Yellow Splatters skill, or Skill. He was able to loom in multiple dimensions, not just vertically, but horizontally as well. The Human [Guards] edged back as they stared up at him. The Watch Captain went white.

Another Prognugator?

He looked from Numbtongue to Yellow Splatters. Octavia had disappeared inside her shop. The Watch Captain hesitated, then looked at the bloody street. His expression firmed at last.

You two. I dont care if youre Antinium Prognugators or backed by every Walled City in the world! You just attacked dozens of Celums citizens. You are under arrest. Come with us quietly orwell be forced to take you down.

The City Watch raised their weapons behind him. Numbtongue bared his teeth. He knew theyd die if they fought. Human criminals were one thing, but these ones had proper weapons, even if they looked like half of them would run away screaming. He looked at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium looked at him. Slowly, the [Sergeant] uncrossed his arms and made four fists.

You may try.

Celums City Watch shuddered. But that was the thing about bluffs, even great ones. Sometimes they didnt work. The Captain of the City Watch inhaled, his face going dead white. The arrows nocked on the stringsand Erin Solstice walked out of Stitchworks, in front of a very nervous Octavia.

Hey Numbtongue! Im here! Sorry it took so oh my god, what happened?

She stopped in the doorway. She looked at the blood on the cobblestones. The severed hand lying at Numbtongues feet. The City Watch, whose bows were now aimed at her chest. Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters moved to block them. The Captain of the Watch pointed at her.

Youthat Goblinand the Antinium and Octavia Cotton are all under arrest.

Numbtongue. What happened?

Erin ignored the man. She looked at Numbtongue, and then narrowed her eyes. The Hobgoblin tried to look innocent. But while his injuries were healed, Erin could hardly miss the blood staining his clothing, or the tears in said clothing. Erin inhaled and then bellowed.

Alright! Whos bullying Numbtongue?

She glared around the Hobgoblin at the Captain. He bellowed back, face crimson.

Your Goblin just killed two dozen of Celums citizens!

At that, Octavia danced around Erin nervously. She shouted at the [Guardsmen]and the people watching from down the street and the windows.

They were thugs! Sent to destroy my shop by Quelm! A bunch of criminals! And the Watch didnt do a thing to stop them!

What? Nowe didntbe quiet!

The Captain of the Guard roared at Octavia, his face turning from red to pale pink with horror. The [Alchemist] pointed a trembling finger at him.

Hes taking money from Quelm! The City Watch is being bought out! They didnt do a thing when those [Rogues] set fire to part of my shop! Or extorted me for money!

Be quiet! Youre under arrest! And youre under arrest! Youre all under arrest!

The Captain of the City Watch pointed from Numbtongue to Yellow Splatters to Octavia. He pointed a fourth time, looking for Erin. But she was missing. The Captain stared around, and then heard Erins voice from the inn.

Hey Relc? Grimalkin? UhMaughin and Jelaqua? How do you feel about [Thugs]? Someone mind giving me some backup? Ill take you too, Keldrass. Not you, Moore. There are a lot of arrows out there. But youll do, Senator Errif! Come on!

The Captain of the Guard might not have known who most of those names were. But he knew trouble when he heard it. He quailed and Numbtongue, looking at Yellow Splatters, saw Octavia sag in relief. The Hobgoblin looked around at the wounded Humans, the staring city, and grinned. It wasnt Liscor. But it was a city. He looked back over his shoulder as Erin, protective mother with an army of friends, stomped back through the door. And the rest was her story.

-

Celum was in turmoil. The City Watch was under fire. Erin Solstice, Grimalkin, a [Senator] from Pallassit was enough to drag Celums own [Mayor] out of his bed. And while he would have loved to order his Captain of the Watch to arrest everyone present, especially since a Goblin and Antinium had incapacitated nearly twenty of Celums people, there were complications to giving that order.

Firstly, it was apparent that all those injured were some variety of [Thug], [Thief], [Brigand], or so on. Celums criminal underbelly, although it hadnt had much of one until recently. Unfortunately, it had grown substantially bigger thanks to a certain [Alchemist] Quelm, who had, in fact, been threatening his rivals and using the gang to extort money from them.

That was bad. But what was worse was the fact that Celums own City Watch had clearly been ignoring or unaware of the gangs activities, both of which did not look good. And there was no chance of sweeping this under the rug, because a very vocal [Alchemist] was shouting it from the rooftop of her shop.

And the last thing stopping the [Mayor] from arresting everyone was a [Innkeeper] who was leading Pallass most important [Blacksmith], a Drake [Mage] capable of wiping out Celums entire City Watch, a [Senator] from Pallass, a Gold-rank adventurer, and one of Liscors own [Guardsman]. The [Mayor] and Erin were having a screaming match in the street.

You cant bring Drake [Guardsmen] and adventurers into this city and start arresting our citizens!

Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Watch me! Your City Watch let these guys threaten Octavia, steal moneyhey Relc, if you find all that gang and this Quelm guy, Ill give you free food for a week!

Awesome!

The [Mayor] clutched at his hair.

You cant do this! There will be consequences!

I am the consequences!

The rule of law in Celum was breaking down. But that was another story. For the Goblin and the Antinium Soldier relaxing in the street outside of Stitchworks, their role had ended. Numbtongue was checking himself for more injuries as Yellow Splatter pulled broken bits of metal out of his carapace.

I will most likely level from this. But this encounter proves how weak I am.

Yeah?

Numbtongue looked up. By his count, Yellow Splatters had downed at least twelve of the Humans here and injured a score more. The Soldier nodded.

We were overwhelmed by low-level Humans. It is proof we are weak. We are all weak. I am told even Revalantor Klbkch died when fighting a score of small Goblins.

Numbtongue shrugged. A knife in the belly was a knife in the belly.

Not enough armor. Too slow. Redscar or Garen could beat all of the Humans. Or maybe Headscratcher with his enchanted axe. Actually, even Headscratcher would probably die alone. Fighting lots of anything is hard.

Yes. But we must improve.

Youll level up.

The Hobgoblin winced as he pulled a bit of wood out of his side. His flesh had healed around the splinter.  He looked up as the [Mayor] stormed off, having lost the shouting match with Erin. Yellow Splatters looked too.

It appears that Erin Solstice is attempting to resolve the situation on our behalf. That is very convenient.

Shesfamily.

The [Bard] looked at Erin. He shook his head. There would be consequences. There always were. But for a moment, with Erin shouting, she could turn a city on its head. He looked at Yellow Splatters after a moment.

Are you really the Prognugator? Of theHive?

The Soldier paused.

That was a convenient fact.

The [Bard] smiled.

A lie.

Perhaps.

They waited as Erin stomped back towards the shop. Octavia clambered down from her roof to look at the young woman. Erin looked angry, upsetand frightened. Shed looked at Numbtongue when hed been covered in blood with real fear. Now she rounded on Octavia.

Thugs? This Quelm dude threatening you? Octavia, why didnt you tell me this was happening?

The Stitch-Girl looked down at her hands. She tugged at a string and muttered.

Iwell, I tried, Erin. Remember when I tried to talk to you? But you were busy and I thought the City Watch might handle it, but it all got out of hand too fast. I went to you, Lyonette, Krshia, Ceria, at the start, but no one would listen. And after Ksmvr said no, one of those Humans came by and said that if I went through to your inn again or I tried to inform the Watch again, theyd burn down the shop. With me inside.

Oh.

Erin stared at Octavia. The [Alchemist] grinned weakly.

Dont worry. I knew youd do something if you found out, but those guystheyre dangerous. There was another [Alchemist] who didnt listen. Jeffil. Theybroke his arms. Stabbed the [Watchman] he hired. I thought if I went to you and they got youit all worked out, right?

Sure. I meanyeah. Ill make this right, Octavia. Those guys and this Quelm dude are going to pay. Relcs on the case! He can beat them all up. I think Embrias followed him. And Grimalkin.

Erin waved at the street vaguely. Numbtongue exchanged a glance with Yellow Splatters. One against thirty? The Soldier whispered.

Weak.

Numbtongue just looked at Erin. She was talking to Octavia, looking frustrated, angrybut there was another emotion running underneath it all. It was guilt. She turned to him after a moment.

Hey Numbtongue, Im going to fix this. You stay here, okay?

Sure.

The Hobgoblin nodded. The [Innkeeper] smiled at him and then turned and stomped back towards the [Mayor] for round two. He watched her for a second, and then stood up. Yellow Splatters was already on his feet.

Hey. Thats the Human.

Numbtongue pointed. Yellow Splatters turned his head and the Soldier started.

Ah. The ally.

The Goblin and Soldier walked over to the man standing down the street. He had cleaned the blood from the place hed been stabbed and he seemed in better condition than Numbtongue or Yellow Splatters. The [Enforcer], who to Numbtongue was just another Human with a hat, tipped his cap as they approached.

Good scrap, sirs. Pardon the abrupt introduction. I hope I was of some help? I cant abide by uncivilized sorts. That young lady in the shop doing well?

He nodded towards Stitchworks. Numbtongue stared blankly at him.

Octavia? Fine.

He noticed the [Enforcer] didnt bat an eye at the way Numbtongue spoke. His eyes did widen a bit when Yellow Splatters turned to him.

You rendered us assistance during the conflict. For that you have my gratitude. I am Yellow Splatters. Who are you?

The man shook Yellow Splatters hand without a seconds thought. He tipped his hat to Numbtongue, who didnt hold his hand out to shake. The [Enforcer]s smile was genial. And reserved.

You can call me a serendipitous friend. We dont do in names, us that work in this line of business.

What line?

The same as those poor fools you and I scrapped with.

The man nodded to the street. Some of the Humans were still there, although the City Watch had put them in cuffs. For some it was a cuff too many; their limbs had healed, but the severed digits and hands were gone. A consequence of using a potion too early. Numbtongue frowned at the man.

Youre a criminal.

A criminal?

Yellow Splatters instantly loomed over the [Enforcer]. His fists clenched. The man looked up to him and his hat twitched on his head.

Ive committed no crimes in Celum, sir, and none that come with any bothersome bounties or crimes youd know of, such as it were. Im just a visitor to the city, like you good gents. In fact, I came here looking for answers to a spot of bother some of my associates had the other month.

I do not understand.

Yellow Splatters frowned, stepping back from the [Enforcer]. The twisted language made little sense to Numbtongue as well, but he understood vaguely what the man was hinting at.

Youre looking for more friends. Who are also thieves.

Not for myacquaintances, sir. I believe I know what became of them. Rather, I would like to know how they ended up that way. And I think you might be just the fellow Im looking for.

The [Enforcer] tipped his hat to Numbtongue politely. The action wasfamiliar. In a way that bothered the Goblin a lot. He frowned at the [Enforcer]. The sap was hidden as well, but that too triggered a memory now that Numbtongue was out of the battle.

Why me? Who are you friends?

I dont know that they gave names. But did you by any chance run into aunpleasant meeting with some people oh, a while back? During that business with the siege of Liscor. Before the Goblin Lord. Some men. Three. Humans. Like me. All with caps, unless the business truly got nasty in the end.

Numbtongue paused. Hed met lots of Humans. But now he was certain. The [Enforcer] stared at him. And the slight smile on his face

Perhaps this might jog your memory.

He began to hum. And from his lips, Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters heard a faint tune. A quiet, rhyme. A childrens song.

The nights been long and the bodies are wet,

But dont you fret; be quick and aint not a guard wholl be upset

The good folk are rising, and were off to our beds,

The smart thieves away with the loot and the slow ones are dead.

And Numbtongue remembered. The man with the cudgel. The thieves whod taken Erins door. The [Enforcer] winked.

Jog a memory, perchance?

I

The Hobgoblin hesitated. This was something else unfamiliar to him. He looked for Erin, but she was still hollering in the middle of the street. And when he looked back, the [Enforcer] had stepped close. Too close.

Ive just a question. Sir. Howd it happen that you should cross paths with my brothers? And what terrible twist led you to kill them?

Numbtongue?

Yellow Splatters was staring at the [Enforcer] cautiously. But he was behind the man and Numbtonguethe Hobs hairs all stood up on end. Pyrites memories that had melded with his during the battle were screaming at him.

That sap can break all of your bones in a moment. His [Shatter Blows] Skill is probably recharged. The sap and his hands are so quick hell kill me in a moment. Its something Humans developed for cities. On a battlefield you could kill him. Heredo you lie or tell the truth?

Maybe the [Enforcer] sensed what was on Numbtongues mind. One hand tipped the cap. The other hovered on the hilt of the sap.

In case you were wondering why Im so insistentIve a Skill. [Grudgescent Terrier], sir. I can see the deaths of my associates on you. So Ive a question. No unpleasantness for now. Truth is its own reward. Do not lie. Please.

Numbtongue wavered for only a moment. Then he nodded.

I killed them

The [Enforcer] listened to the short description of the fight. His eyes flickered when Numbtongue talked about the last names salute and the nursery rhyme. But all he did when Numbtongue was done was sigh.

So you had no idea this group was coming your way. You simply saw the boatsand the door that you knew theyd no right toand made your call. Simply done, sir. Simply done. But it brings up more questions for me, sad to say.

He stepped back, pondering, and Yellow Splatters moved next to Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin saw two more figures approaching them down the street. A woman andno, was it just her? She was beautiful as Humans went he supposed, and the scar was very pretty. Any female Redfang would want that. But her eyes struck him as predatory. Dangerous. And she had two blades in her sleeves.

So this is the one.

The gent says he ran into our groups on the way out of the Floodplains. He recognized the door, but how our teams ran into him and apparently an entire tribe of battle-ready Goblins is the real question.

The [Enforcer] informed the [Nightstalker]. She bared her teeth.

A Hob and some Goblins killed an entire group and your three?

Apparently hes better in a scrap when hes armed. And there werea few hundred of his lot. Now, why werent our groups warned that some very expert Goblins were in the area, hm? I think thats the real question.

The [Enforcer] smiled, but when he lifted his hat, his eyes were bleak. Numbtongue looked at the [Nightstalker]. The woman eyed him and spat.

Are you from one of the gangs, Hob?

Gangs?

Hes a tribe Goblin.

The [Enforcer] replied drily. Numbtongue looked at him and the [Nightstalker] growled.

I wasnt asking you. Step off.

She made a dangerous motion. The [Enforcer] eyed her, but stepped back. The Sister of Chell advanced.

You, Goblin. Answer my questions or youre dead. Got it?

Yellow Splatters lowered one of his hands. The Sister of Chell stopped and her stilettos flicked into her hands. Numbtongue saw a manhe blinked, frowning. There was someone else here. He narrowed his eyes atYellow Splatters was also turning his head, but he addressed the woman succinctly.

Attack this Goblin and you will die.

Really?

The [Nightstalker] glared up at the Soldier, but warily. She looked at Numbtongue and then jabbed a finger at him past Yellow Splatters.

Who hired you to take out the Sisters of Chell? Was it the Plague Mage? Someone else? Who told you about the heist?

Who? Whats a heist? I just saw Humans stealing the door. So I killed them.

Numbtongue was regretting it a bit now. It was impulsive, but when hed seen Liscor on alert and the Humans running off with Erins door, he was sure theyd been up to no good. The [Nightstalker] glared at him. She looked at the [Enforcer] and he spread his hands.

The story checks out. The Hobgoblins innocent, Miss. As far as Im concerned. The question is whether this was bad intelligence, or deliberate.

It doesnt matter either way. Someones paying for this. And that includes him.

The stiletto jabbed at Numbtongue. Yellow Splatters had had enough. He grabbed the hand

And suddenly the other stiletto was sticking out his chest. Numbtongue began to shout, but the [Enforcer] leapt forwards. He caught the black shadow of a man before he swept the shortsword towards Numbtongues head. The [Nightstalker] recoiled as another of Yellow Splatters hands gripped her throat. She stared at the Antinium as the [Blackguard] held very still. He and the [Enforcer] had locked eyes and Numbtongue was crouched, ready to attack.

Easy, gentlemen. Lady. Lets all back off. Slowly. The good folk arent more than a few dozen feet away. And I dont think Id like to outrun a Gold-rank adventurer and whomever else is in that group. Would you?

The [Enforcer] addressed the [Nightstalker]. She hesitated. Yellow Splatters hand was around her throat, but it could have been a scarf for all she cared. What really seemed to bother her was that the Antinium kept the hand there after ten more seconds had passed. Her eyes swiveled to Yellow Splatters. With one of his free hands, the Antinium slowly pulled the stiletto out of his chest.

Poison is useless against the Antinium.

The womans eyes widened. She looked at the [Enforcer] and nodded slowly.

Fine. Let go of me and him and well go. For now.

The [Enforcer] considered the offer. Then he looked at Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue.

Best youre going to get Im afraid, lads. And if you were thinking of making this unpleasantthe Sisters wont look kindly on having one of their own die on investigation. Whatsoever the cause.

Yellow Splatters considered this. He slowly let go and the [Enforcer] did likewise. The woman and man stepped back and Numbtongue narrowed his eyes as the man vanished from Numbtongues immediate perception of the area. But the Goblin was now marking his general location.

This isnt over.

The [Nightstalker] warned Numbtongue and the [Enforcer]. The Human man sighed, as if disappointed.

And after you gave your word? Thats hardly polite. I say, wait until you know more of the picture. Time to visit Liscor and ask about. Theres a scene there, even if its foreign. As for you, sir

He turned to Numbtongue and regarded him.

Id like to believe it was all chance on your end. In which case, the Brothers wont hold much of a grudge. But theres always debts to be settled, sir. Ill make my report fair as I can.

Thanks?

Numbtongue had no idea what was going on. He looked at the woman as she grabbed her other stiletto and walked backwards. She was easier to understand. She was going to try and kill him. She confirmed this by pointing at Numbtongues chest.

The Sisters of Chell dont play games of chivalry. You are marked.

The Antinium protect him. Remember that.

Yellow Splatters raised all four arms. Numbtongue saw the black man warily stepping between him and the Sister of Chell. The two retreated, never taking their eyes off Numbtongue. The [Enforcer] just sighed.

Time was it was easier to deal with situations. No Goblins, just good, old-fashioned backstabbing. Not that I blame you, sir. You answered me truthfully, or my Skills would have told me so.

You know Goblins. You said Im a tribal Goblin. Are there Goblins in cities?

Numbtongue couldnt believe it. Goblins lived in cities? Garen had said he was the only one! The [Enforcer] hesitated.

Myassociation doesnt work with Goblins or non-Humans as a rule. But Ive heard and seen it done.

There are Goblins? Working with you?

Numbtongue said it again. The [Enforcer]s smile was wide and secretive. He tapped his nose and then tugged his cap.

Theres a world unseen, gents. In the cities of the north, theres places no upstanding citizen knows of. And while we aint quite as dangerous as the Antinium or a Goblin Lordwell, well be about. Some of our folk died and we want to know why. Simple as that. Youre the one who killed them, sir. But it seems they were set up, or they ran into you by chance. And Im not sure I believe in chances.

He nodded at Numbtongue. The Goblin nodded. Yellow Splatters stared at the [Enforcer].

Who are you?

A serendipitous sort. A friend of the quiet folk. Never you mind, Antinium Soldier sir. Its not the sort of thing a fine sort like youd ever run across. At least, so I thought until now. If we met again, lets all have a drink. Id hate to meet in less happy ways.

The [Enforcer] tipped his hat. He stepped back, and walked towards the crowd of people. Numbtongue followed him with his eyes as the man slipped into the milling Humans.

And like that, they were gone. And though Celum was overturned by any number of significant events, largely involving an [Innkeeper] upsetting the rule of law, the two, no, three individuals that Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters had met were nowhere to be seen.

-

That night, Erin gathered Numbtongue, Lyonette, and Mrsha to discuss what had happened. The common room of The Wandering Inn was still packed and the magic door was connected to Pallass via portal. No one would stand to have it connected to Celum at the moment, which was why Octavia was standing with the four, looking nervous and withdrawn. Tired. She wasnt as chatty as she had been, and Erin was beingkind to the [Alchemist].

Celums hopping mad, guys. Mostly at the City Watch, but I guess sort of at Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters. At least, the City Watch is. But hes an adventurer and those were bad guys he uh, dismembered.

You mean, disarmed.

Lyonette frowned. Numbtongue snorted into his cup and Mrsha looked from Erins suddenly blank face to Numbtongues and Lyonettes. There was a pause, and then Octavia burst out laughing, which made everyone else but Mrsha laugh as well.

Lyonette! Thats terrible!

Sorry. I just thought

The [Princess] laughed and Numbtongue, snorting out ale through his nose, coughed. When he had wiped it with a handkerchief, Erin signaled them all towards seriousness. Mrsha folded her arms, not amused at the adults hilarity.

Seriously, though. Octavias shop is sort of umdamaged. I mean, it already was, which was sort of my faultbut the thugs took money from her and did all sorts of stuff. And she used a lot of potions by throwing it at them during the fight. We need to pay her back.

Erin nodded at Octavia. The Stitch-Girl looked up at the word pay, but she shook her head when Erin finished.

Its okay. I had it coming. I did start it with Quelm. And Ive learned my lesson. ImI guess goodwills more important than gold. If it wasnt for Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters, Id have lost everything.

She smiled at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin peered at her and looked at Erin. This was not the fast-talking [Alchemist] he remembered. She looked deflated. Erin met his eyes and nodded, concerned.

Everybodys at fault. Maybe us more than anyone because we didnt listen. Then againCeria says shed have been in trouble with the Horns if they fought forty guys. Howd you survive that, Numbtongue?

Potions. Yellow Splatter. Good memories.

And an [Enforcer]. But Numbtongue didnt say that out loud. Erin nodded.

Well make it right, Octavia. I promise. WeveIve been bad to you. Even if you do try to sell a lot. To make it up, Ksmvrs volunteered to stand guard in the shop tonight with the door open. If anyone comes to make trouble from that old gang, hell call us. And youll sleep in the inn. Okay? Our third floors rebuilt.

She pointed upstairs. Everyone else looked up. Numbtongue blinked.

It is?

Yup! So Octavia, sit down. Have a drink. Have you met Xif? Hes a cool cat. I mean, Gnoll.

Erin gently ushered Octavia to a seat. The [Alchemist] girl sat, and soon Erin had the old Gnoll who smelled like weird stuff talking to her. Lyonette, Mrsha, and Numbtongue watched.

I feel awful. Octavia didnt deserve that. Or rather, most of it. I think they really did threaten her. Maybe with fire. Stitch-People are terrified of burning.

Lyonette confided in Numbtongue. He nodded, his eyes on the [Alchemist]. He understood the gang wanting to steal from her, at least. Her shop was so valuable. The potions Octavia had made had saved him and Yellow Splatters. He thought about how hard it was for a Goblin to get even a single potion.

And then Numbtongue heard a voice in the milling crowd. Mainly because it mentioned his name. He looked around and saw Keldrass, one of the Drakes, speaking to the adventurers around him. The Pallassian adventurer looked disgruntled as he argued with Bevussa, Jelaqua, and some of the others.

Im not saying it was wrong to destroy a gang. But how can Celumor any city, Liscor or Celum or Pallassallow a single Human to throw laws out the window as it pleases her?

Youre telling me you object to Erin storming in there and helping arrest that crooked [Alchemist], Keldrass? Really? Its idiots like him that create monopolies on potions and make adventurers like us pay twice or three times what we have to along with everyone else! Or have you not been to any city besides Pallass?

Jelaqua was arguing with Keldrass in a Raskghars body, much to the displeasure of most of the Gnolls in the room. She folded her arms below her breasts and looked down at Keldrass, much to his displeasure. The Drake hissed in frustration, his tail lashing.

Im not saying that. Im saying the way she went about it was wrong. Or dont you think she did that just to protect her pet Goblin and Antinium Soldier?

Numbtongues eyed locked on Keldrass. The Drake glared around. Jelaqua opened her mouth to respond, and Bevussa saw Numbtongue incoming. The Hobgoblin walked towards the adventurers and the Garuda groaned.

Oh, Ancestors.

The Hobgoblin strode towards Keldrass and the adventurers went quiet. And in accordance with silence-theory, so did a good portion of the inn. Erin turned around from Octavia and Xif, and swore. She stood up, but Numbtongue was already confronting the Drake.

As before, now again. Keldrass shifted, one claw moving to his side and Numbtongue saw the mace hanging there. Keldrass was wearing the armor one of the Raskghar had been usinga powerful magical set. And he could breathe fire. But it was words he spat at Numbtongue, sharp and cruel.

What, Goblin? Im speaking the truth. You walked into a sovereign city, a Human one, true, and massacred two dozen Humans with an Antinium Soldier. Explain to me why thats acceptable.

I didnt kill any of them. And they were criminals. If adventurers did it

Keldrass snorted a plume of fire.

If adventurers did it, my team or a Human one, wed be arrested! You were only spared thanks to one Human. Her. Im not saying destroying organized crime was wrong. But I am against one Human subverting the rule of law! That is not how government works!

He pointed angrily at Erin. She stuck her tongue out at him as she joined the standoff. Numbtongue clenched his fists, searching for the right words. It was hard! He didnt know what to say. He was barely six years old. He was a warrior; he didnt know how to talk to Keldrass, or even understand the nuance of the Drakes arguments for all he understood the words!

But perhaps someone did. In his head, Numbtongue reached for a second voice, as he had in battle. It was not him. But it was. And the memories had been given for him to use. And while he feared, resented, and was confused by them, a dead Goblins memorieshe could do what Numbtongue could not.

Maybe only Erin, Lyonette, and Mrsha noticed the change. And Yellow Splatters. It was slight. A shift of posture. The difference in the intonation of voice. Numbtongue had always been erudite, if reluctant to show it. And he was no less so. But the inflection was off. Still, you had to know him to recognize the difference. The [Bard] rumbled in his chest.

Hm. And it works very well already? You have [Thugs]. Gangs. Its good to have them because the law is there? Better to have laws than justice?

Keldrass blinked, and then flushed. Jelaqua looked delighted and gave Numbtongue a thumbs-up.

Thats not what I meant. Im just saying that Erinshe rescued you because you were connected to her! She cannot interfere and command other people above her rank just because of personalattachments!

Numbtongue folded his arms. He set himself with a wider stance, as if hed suddenly gained weight and needed to brace himself.

I see. Like the Gnolls and Raskghar? Terrible for her to interfere.

A ripple of motion ran around the room. Bevussa smiled. Keldrass scales turned even redder.

Dont twist my words. That was monsters!

Numbtongue nodded heavily. He grunted.

And those Humans were monsters. Your point?

Erin looked up at the [Bard] in awe. Keldrass opened his mouth, saw Bevussa shaking her head at him, and turned around.

I refuse to argue with a Goblin. Im stating my opinion. Im trying to support the system that keeps Drake society running!

He appealed to his fellow Drakes, who nodded. Numbtongue eyed the room and waggled an ear. His cadence became even more broken up.

Dont want to argue with Goblins. Mm. Because Goblins are stupid? Smelly? Monsters? Animals? Or because youll lose?

Keldrass whirled around. He took a deep breath and noticed Erin staring at him. Erin, who sold acid jars. And who controlled the door that connected his home city to hers. And Lasica and Rufelt, the famed duo who ran the very popular inn he might want to visit with his team. And Xif, the best [Alchemist] who sold potions in the city. And Maughin. He hesitated and everyone could see him choosing his words carefully.

Some Goblins arefriendly. Ill grant you that. Even intelligent. But that Drake earlier wasnt wrong. Goblins killed his family. Why shouldnt he be wary? Goblins as a whole cant be reasoned with. The Goblin KingIll grant you that youre safe. Beneficial even. Yes, you were right to defend an [Alchemist]. Happy?

He exhaled hard, his eye twitching as he glared at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin just shook his head.

Im fine.

Thats right. I said youre not a threat to people. What more do you want?

Numbtongue fixed Keldrass with an old look. A deep one.

To be treated like a person. Not an animal.

The Drake opened his mouth. Numbtongue rolled on, his voice deeper, contemplative. With the words of a Goblin who used them seldom. But had thought over this argument the many years hed been alive.

You. Keldrass. You say this Goblin is good. This Goblin is safe. Because Erin Solsticetamed him? Because this Goblin learned? But other Goblins, wild Goblins, you cant trust them. You have to find good ones. Train them. Like animals. Like a pet.

I didnt say that.

Not directly. But you said it to my face. So did the last Drake. What makes you a person and me an animal? Red eyes? Teeth?

Numbtongue smiled. And his teeth were sharp, pointed. But Keldrass scowl hid teeth no less sharp. Numbtongue looked around the inn. He turned. And a dead Goblins words came to life.

What makes a Goblin a monster? That they kill? Gnolls kill Drakes. Drakes kill Gnolls. Humans kill both. That we make war? Drakes make war. That our King destroys? The King of Destruction destroys. What is the thing that makes Goblins monsters?

The fact that you have no civility. No laws! No order! You build nothingyou copy and destroy! Thats all Goblins have ever done! All they do!

Keldrass snapped at Numbtongue. Pyrite looked at him and the Gold-rank adventurer hesitated. There was a look in the crimson depths. Slowly, Pyrite reached into the satchel by his side. He felt around in it, speaking as he did.

You say we are not civil. I say, good evening. Good night. Hello, Adventurer Keldrass. I am PyrNumbtongue. How do you do? By sword and bell, I raise my blade. By the walls, I salute you! On this grass I walk, I offer peace-bound friendship!

Behind the Goblin, Pisces sat up in his chair. The Drakes from Pallass looked up, and jaws dropped. The Plains Gnolls eyes bulged. And the Hob went on. The bag clinked as he found what he was looking for and smiled.

Goblins have no laws? We have the ones that matter. The Chieftain leads. Goblins should not kill Goblins. We have no books. And we have no [Guards]. We guard ourselves. Perhaps that is silly. But it works. We have order. It goes like this. One Goblin leads, and the others follow. As [Kings] rule, Goblins do too. But no one watches Goblins, so how would you know? And as for building

He paused and looked around. The inn was silent, watching, unsure. Pyrite shrugged.

I do not build. But I find. I mine. Once, there was a Goblin who loved treasures. And he taught himself to find them in the mountain. For fun.

Slowly, he withdrew the object hed grasped. Keldrass gasped along with everyone around him. A gold nugget rested in Pyrites palm. He regarded it idly, and looked around. The glitter of the metal caught every eye. Gold. But Pyrite tossed it up and down. Jelaquas voice was strangled.

Hold on. Numbtongue, whered you get

HeIfound it. Mined it from a mountain. From Rockmites and stone. Do you like it?

Umyes?

The Goblin smiled.

Want it?

He held the nugget out. Keldrass stared and his claws twitched. So did Jelaqua; Pyrite had held it out between her, Bevussa, and the Drake. All three adventurers reached for it at once, and Pyrite pulled the nugget back. He spoke again, tossing the heavy orb up and down. Hypnotizing the crowd.

Once. There was a Goblin. He liked shiny things. Gold. Gems. Mana stones. They glittered and he found a way to mine them. They were his. He went into caves with monsters and got them. He mined them. If he was a Drake, they would say that is his treasure. But adventurers did not think so. They saw he had treasure and they tried to kill him for it.

He looked around.

Was that fair? They did not mine it. They did not earn it. They tried to kill him for it. And they killed his tribe. They hunted him. They built nothing. They only destroyed. That was all they ever did.

Thatsdifferent. Theywere adventurers. We hunt monsters. If you had a hoard, they would target you.

Keldrass sounded as though he wasnt certain of himself. He stared at the gold as Pyrite tossed it up and down. The Hobgoblin shrugged.

And if I was a person, I would call them [Thieves]. But a Goblin is a Goblin. A Goblin is a monster. An animal. It can be tamed. But it is still an animal. Right?

He looked around the room. Some didnt meet his eyes. Others did. Like Erin. She mouthed at Numbtongue.

Who are you?

And the Goblin winked at her. Just for a moment. Then he offered the nugget again to Keldrass. The gold glinted in the fading light.

Want it?

The Drake hesitated. He looked around the room, warring with himself. But the gold was gold. And Drakes were the children of Dragons.

Yes. Why? Is it a bribe? A gift? Proof youre a person?

His expression said he might say anything to have it, and to be out of the spotlight. Pyrite just grinned a Goblins grin.

Nothing. Its yours. If you pick it up.

He tossed the nugget on the floor. It was a decent toss; the nugget rolled a bit, but it was so heavy it actually dented the floorboards. Keldrass started. He looked at Pyrite and then around. Everyone watched him. The Drake considered how much it would cost his image to bend over and pick up the nugget. Then he stiffly walked over. Pyrite waited until the Drake was moving. And then, as Keldrass bent, he spoke one word.

Fetch.

The Drakefroze. And so did the room.  Slowly, Keldrass turned. His face was flushed under his scales. He glared at Pyrite, but with a hint of triumph.

Never.

The Hobgoblin eyed him silently, then he smiled and shrugged. He looked around the room.

Its just gold. Worthless to a Goblin. But anyone who wants it may fetch.

And with that he walked away. He sat down with a grunt and a sigh, and reached for a hamburger. He lifted it to his lips, and bit once. He smiled with satisfaction

And then Numbtongue was there. The [Bard] chewed, swallowed, and looked around the room. He indicated the nugget, as Pyrite had done. And there was only silence.

No one moved. The adventurers were frozen. Keldrass, his arms folded, was flushed. He was deliberately not looking at the nugget of gold. Most people werent.

Of course, no one else was going to fetch it. Pick it up and prove the Goblins point? Hah! Okay, hed mined it. But he was giving it away. And if you thought about what hed said about thievesno. No, this was just about the gold. Every eye darted to it. It was definitely gold. If you knew anything about how heavy gold was, and if youd seen the real stuffgold. But no one would pick it up. That was out of the question.

Maybe, if no one was looking, someone might stroll over to it and by pure accident, nudge it with a shoe. And why not pick it up then? That damn Goblin wasnt ordering them. It was just money, and who didnt like that? If no one was watching. But Numbtongue was staring at all of them, with a sneer for a smile. Pieces would have been hard to outdo him at this moment.

Slowly, everyone turned back to what they were doing. Ignoring the gold on the ground. The Goblin was still there. Still watching. But so what? Hed give up and go away. In a few minutes. When he saw no one was going to pick it up. In an hour, even. They could wait hours to prove him wrong. They were people. And he was justa talented miner. That was a useful skill, wasnt it? Did he have a class? Did he have more gold in that bag of his? No, no. That would be theft. From a monster?

Hed go away. And when he didaccidents could happen and no one would have to own up to it. Everyone was sure on that point. Completely sure. Theyd just sit there and talkone of the Drakes looked over at his companion, a Dullahan.

Sohows that pizza?

The Dullahan quickly turned his head on his shoulders.

Fine. It is good pizza.

Right, right.

The inn murmured agreement. No one was watching the nugget. They were talking about proper people-things. And the Goblin was going to get bored. They relaxed, realizing everyone was on the same wavelength. And then everyone saw it.

A complication. She was small, furry, and white. She was also a Gnoll. Mrsha was padding along the edge of the room, having born witness to Pyrites speech and his offer of free gold nuggets to anyone who picked it up. She was the one person moving in the tableau of a room. And suddenly, everyone was staring at her.

They all stared at Mrsha. The white Gnoll was innocently slinking from table to person to chair, towards the lovely, shiny, and most of all, round nugget lying on the floor. She had an innocent look on her face that fooled no one, not even Pawn, Yellow Splatters, and Ksmvr. Mrsha had a target. She was a Gnoll of the Stone Spears tribe and she knew the worth of a good mineral.

The future was open to the crowded room. They could all see it, as if theyd all become Gazers. If no one acted, Mrsha was going to grab the gold nugget and run off. And it would be hers. And wellwhat a waste.

Thats solid gold. Pure too, if Im any guess. Might be worth ten gold pieces. More?

The person to break the thoughtful silence was a Human. Earlia, captain of Gemhammer. She was a former [Miner] and she knew gold. She eyed the nugget and everyone considered that number. It wasnt a small amount. Okay, some in the room were rich. Others were not. Adventurers could always use more money. So could poor, hardworking [Senators]. And [Shopkeepers]. And a [Bartender] could buy a nice stool with ten gold pieces.

The gold had a luster of its own. The adventurer nodded slowly.

Itd be a shame not to pick it up. Hey. Blaik, you go for it.

Earlia turned to one of her team. The brawny Human adventurer hesitated.

What, me? Im not a pet.

No, youre my subordinate. Go pick it up.

Why dont you, Captain?

Well

Earlia hesitated. Some people in the inn were clearly less preoccupied with Numbtongues taunt than, say, the attraction of free gold. Pisces for one. He was slowly sliding towards the gold at roughly Mrshas pace. But now Earlia and the others saw the problem. Well, if they went for it, then the others would too. She casually took a sip from her empty mug.

Maybe I might.

Errif, not to be confused with Elirr, who was having a drink at the bar, gulped. The Head of Pallass [Merchant]s guild spoke slowly.

You know, I would wager thats eight gold pieces worth of pure gold in that nuggetfourteen if you find a [Mage] or [Alchemist] in need of gold as a component. Just so were clear, yes?

He looked around the room. Speculative eyes stared at the nugget. Mrsha, whod been creeping up on it all this time, noticed the stares. She looked up, hesitated, and with uncanny intuition and restraint, decided this was not, in fact, worth it. She slunk back to Erin. The [Innkeeper], laughing quietly, scooped her up. Erin looked around and then shouted.

My precious!

Fourteen Gnolls, half the Drakes in the room, Pisces, Ceria, Relc, and Lyonette all went for the nugget. The scramble was so intense that Erin ducked back as tables and chairs went flying. She hollered as she carried Mrsha to safety.

Im gonna have to test my new Skill now! Hey! No magic! I said, no magic!

In the end it was Earlia who emerged, panting, from the mess. Shed been fastest, and she sat down at a table, nursing a swollen lip and two bruises. She plonked the nugget on the table in front of the other adventurers. Jelaqua, whod been too busy sitting with Maughin and Bevussa, who wasnt that desperate, looked up. The former [Miner] grinned.

Woof.

She sat down with the Gold-ranks. Across the inn, Numbtongue was happily sitting with Yellow Splatters and Mrsha and Erin and Octavia, his back straight and proud. He might not be allowed in Liscor, or Celum, but hed won something and all the adventurers sensed it. Keldrass stomped over to the table and sat down. No one said a word. Earlia tapped the gold nugget with a spoon and listened to the sound it made. Then she looked up.

Have you ever heard of it? The Golden Goblin?

What?

The Pallassian adventurers sitting around the table gave her a blank look.  Jelaqua on the other hand frowned. Earlia nodded to her.

Maybe its only in the north. Come to think of itwell, just listen. It was an old urban legend around the Adventurers Guilds where I came from. North of Celum a ways, but all over, really. One of those myths adventurers tell, like seeing a Unicorn, you know? Or finding a Dragons scale? Anyways. There was a saying that there was a Goblin whose tribe was insanely rich somewhere around the High Passes. People thought the Goblin had uncovered a treasure hoard or maybe looted a bunch of caravans. Either way, that Numbtongue Goblin made me think of it.

The Golden Goblin?

Keldrass snorted dismissively, but every eye flicked towards Numbtongue. Earlia nodded, resting her hand on her chin.

Yeah. I thought it was a load too. But thenIm a [Miner], or I was until my group ran into monsters in our shaft. We decided killing monsters was actually safer and more fun than mining. You can run into some nasty stuff down there. But with that said, we only mined in safe spots. Near towns. I hear that if you wander the High Passes, you can find hundreds, thousands of veins as rich as anything in Salazsar.

So youre saying a Goblin could mine? And this Golden Goblinwhy didnt anyone catch him? It? If it had so much wealth.

Earlia smiled around the table.

Well, theres the thing. All the teams who swore theyd met the Golden Goblin said they nearly got him. Theyd find him mining, or catch his tribes trail. But heres where it becomes a legend, right? Each time theyd nearly catch him, but the Goblin and his tribe would always get away. Rumor was he was loaded with treasure, so a lot of adventurers went after his tribe. But that stopped when they kept dying.

How?

The other teams frowned around the table. Earlia shook her head. She tossed the nugget up and down, as Pyrite had done, eying it thoughtfully.

Hed always drop some treasure and run off. And the adventurers would scramble to get it and miss the Goblin and his tribe. Sometimes it would be gemstones. Or rare ores, like gold. Always polished, right? And I mean, who wants to tangle with a Hob when you could pick up a gem? Sometimes, though, that would lead to adventurers fighting over the treasure. Even killing each other. Other times it led into traps.

Like what?

Bevussa looked at Numbtongue. Earlia shrugged.

One time I heard they found a bunch of treasure right below a cliff. It looked like a Goblin had fallen and dropped a ton of gemstones and gold nuggets. The two teams rushed to grab it. And guess what happened?

Avalanche?

Avalanche, pitfalls, even a bunch of diamonds at the bottom of a Crelers nest. And its not like it happened often enough for people to say it was definitely one Goblin, or even that it wasnt just a team making up rumors. The Golden Goblin tale would pop up sixty miles north of Celum one day, and then two hundred miles west in nine months. Eventually, the Golden Goblin rumors died out. Plenty of tribes get wiped each year. But no one ever found a hoard.

The adventurers were silent. Earlia looked around and smiled. Her eyes locked on Numbtongues back. The Goblin was explaining something to Erin, who looked amazed. And sad. And Mrsha wondering.

Im just repeating a rumor. Anyways, this is good gold. Wonder where he found it. If our team had been this good at mining, wed never have become adventurers.

Its nothing special. He probably stole it from a monsters nest.

Keldrass muttered, slumped in his seat. Bevussa reached out and smacked his shoulder with one wing. She shook her wing arm, grimacing as the magical enchantment on the armor flared to life.

Oh really? You want to fight Rockmites, Keldrass? Have a thousand of them crawling down your beak? Wander in caves looking for veins? Even with [Dangersense] and [Rock Scent], or some other Skill, thats a brave Goblin.

It changes nothing.

The Drake sulkily reached for his mug. Jelaqua sighed at last and raised her voice. The oldest adventurer present fixed Keldrass with one eye as all the adventurers looked at her. And remembered who one of the Halfseekers had been.

Keldrass. Whatever may have passed or not, you just met a Hobgoblin and had a conversation with him. In an inn, with dozens of people watching. Doesnt that strike you as the least bit odd?

The Drake hesitated. In the end he said nothing. But it didnt matter. The story wasnt about him. As the night wore on, Numbtongue, whod been smiling and looking happier than anyone could remember seeing him in a long time, stood up. He wandered to the stage in the back of the inn, where the Players of Celum, exhausted after repeat performances, had vacated it. There he pulled up a chair and sat. And the inn watched as the [Bard] got his guitar out and slowly began to tune it.

Numbtongue sat on the stage and looked down at his crowd. They werent here for him. Some glared at him. Others shouted for him to get off until Erin threw stuff at them.

It was an unwilling audience. One that hated him, that looked out of morbid curiosity or fear. But so what? He wasnt going anywhere. The Hobgoblin sat on the stage and looked for the right tune. The right words. And they came to him. Despite him not liking singing, the urge rose.

So he began to play.

Have you heard of the greatest Goblin warriors, the Redfang Tribe,

Who lived in the High Passes and ate Eater Goats and Gargoyles just to survive?

Across the inn, guests looked up. That was the thing about music. Like it, hate it, it was hard to ignore. Numbtongue strummed, and raised his voice.

Our leader was Garen of the Redfang blade,

Who was an adventurer and his team betrayed

He made us and saved us and taught us how to fight,

A traitor maybe, but he did things that were right.

Sitting at their table, Moore and Seborn looked up. Jelaqua drank from her mug and looked up. Numbtongue went on, improvising, putting words together.

This is the story of thirteen Redfangs he chose,

Who walked and travelled on no Goblins road

He sent us thirteen to kill an innkeeper,

But lost and confused, we didnt know where to seek her!

Erin spat out her drink onto Mrshas head. She looked up. Numbtongue stared off into the distance.

This is the tale of the Goblins who roamed

The Goblins who fought and died until they found home.

It was a ballad of rhymes. Rhymes were easy. Numbtongue barely had to think. All he had to do was remember. At first there had been Esthelm. Quietly, he told the story of a chance encounter. A fight with the Silver Swords. And a girl. A skeleton.

A [Florist] who was more Human than monster (who had impeccable taste)!

And so as not to let her sacrifice go to waste,

Thirteen Goblins fought at Esthelm that day

And only six walked away.

No one knew that story here. No one had heard it told. But they had to hear it. Someoneanyone had to listen. Numbtongue recounted it, the deaths, the names. Grunter, Bitefly, Leftstep

And on. Of Liscor. Of Bugear, whod died before meeting Erin, but had died fighting for his brothers. Of the battles there. Face-Eater Moths. Raskghar. Face Stealer. And then the end. Not everyone was listening. But that one [Innkeeper] was, a few Drakes, a Gnoll childand more listening with one ears, frowning, denyingit didnt matter. They were listening.

Numbtongue shouted the last refrain.

They are gone, but I remain!

And he stood up. He didnt expect applause. And he got it, scattered, a few hand claps. That was all. But that wasnt the point. The point was the story. Their story. He sat down next to Erin and she wiped her eyes. Pisces, who had been listening, cracked one eye open and looked at Ceria and Yvlon. The two female adventurers were quiet, introspective. He coughed.

You couldnt make a play about that.

Be quiet.

Yvlon kicked him hard. He went silent. At their table, Erin turned to Numbtongue.

What will you call it?

The Hobgoblin shrugged.

Needs work.

And it did. But he had a title already in his head. A song.

The Ballad of the Redfangs.

Erin blew her nose.

Its good. But you know

Yes?

You dont have to surrender the stage after one song, Numbtongue. They cant chase you off. And you dont have to go. What if you played a song for us? Something we can sing to?

The Hobgoblin looked at Erin. She smiled at him. And he looked over at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium had been staring at the [Bard]. The [Sergeant] spoke softly.

The Antinium have no music. Bird sings. But that is all. If you have a song, I would like to hear it. Andsing?

And Numbtongues heart leapt. He stood up and walked back to the stage. Some of the audience groaned. Others shouted that they didnt want to hear it. And a few looked at Numbtongue and turned their bodies and heads to listen. Only a few. The Goblin had never expected it to be easy.

But hed remembered why he wanted to be a [Bard]. So he played. At first a song Erin knew and could teach everyone the words to. Then a song hed created. A riff, with lightning and thunderous chords. And then another song. And another.

And soon it wasnt that a Goblin was singing a Goblins song, but just that he was there. A Goblin [Bard], reminding everyone of the past. Pyrite was in Numbtongues head. Not forgotten. And Headscratcher, Shorthilt, all the others, lived on in Numbtongues music. They wouldnt be forgotten. Not yet.

They died. They left us. And we are alone. But we are not gone. Here we are. The guitar sang as Numbtongue stood alone, alone in front of a crowd. But he refused to run. He refused to hide. Here I am. Here we are. We made it. We remain. And we will never let you forget. Here we are. Look at us. See us.

Here we are.

-

And then it was done. Numbtongue sat in his room. Dozing off with the sun. His claws hurt, and his throat was sore. But he wasnt unhappy. He was tired. Oh, so tired. And the sun, usually a good incentive, couldnt keep him awake. The Goblin nodded as he slowly put his guitar away, and then lay down on his bed. Hed probably wake up after nine hours. Six? Four if he needed to.

It might be hard when he woke up. Hard and unforgiving. But Numbtongue had something now. A friend. A reason to keep going, to stay at the inn. Memories. Today they had helped him. Given him words he couldnt have come up with himself. The skill to fighttheyd saved his life.

He would have traded all of it to have the Goblin who they belonged to sitting across from him, grunting and chewing on something as he always did. Numbtongue knew Pyrite now, though they had never spoken. He wished Pyrite had been alive to see him on that stage. To meet Erin. Him, Headscratcher, Shorthilt, and all the others. Numbtongue wished, and that was all. But he wasnt unhappy. Just tired.

He closed his eyes.

[Bard Level 30!]

[Conditions Met: Bard Goblin Soulbard Class!]

[Memory Pyrite, Flooded Waters Tribe obtained!]

[Skill A Minute, Reborn obtained!]

[Skill Ballad of Bravery obtained!]

Slowly, Numbtongue opened his eyes.

-

A minute later, a Goblin sat in Numbtongues room. He felt tired. Physically, his body, at any rate. Intellectually his mind was racing. And fresh! The Goblin looked around experimentally, blinking, and then felt at his body. He knew the bodys name. Its owner. That was Numbtongue. But he? He was different.

Pyrite scratched his stomach. He stopped, poked it experimentally, and wondered if a flat stomach and nimble body was better than fat in combat. Then he thought of who he was.

He could remember everything. He was Pyrite. And he was Numbtongue. The gaps between their personalities had disappeared, but also reformed. This wasnt the confused jumble that Numbtongue had been forced to sort through when Pyrite had died.

This was different. Pyrite felt like himself, although that might be an illusion. More importantly, Pyrite could remember Numbtongues memories, but he was sure, in this moment, he was Pyrite. Only, one inclined to help Numbtongue. Well, that was fine. He would have done it anyways.

Wasnt this confusing? Pyrite frowned and blew out his cheeks. He knew he didnt have time to waste on puzzling out who was who, though. The Skills name had sounded explicit. [A Minute, Reborn]. Well that was a time limit. And an inconvenient one, too.

One minute, so now probably thirty seconds. Pyrite hesitated, and then decided he needed notes. He bent and with Numbtongues finger scribbled fast on the floorboards, cutting into it with his nail. Numbtongue didnt know how to write because hed never bothered, but he could read this note in case he forgot. There were so many thoughts bouncing around in Pyrites head, but he jotted down the most pressing ones as he spoke aloud.

This class. Is it only for [Bards]? Why did you get it? Because of memory? Was that because so many Goblins died or because I tried? Is this memory here to stay, or does it fade?

He paused, not too concerned by that. This was fascinating. Experimentally, he flexed one clawed hand and went back to writing.

Do I remember this or does Numbtongue remembering take over and I am new Pyrite with Numbtongues memories any time? Will I make him level up? Can I level up?

Probably not. But Pyrite wrote it down just in case. He frowned. So many questions!

Hm. Hmm. Greydath would know. Do I have Skills when I am reborn? Is it possible to make this longer? An hour? A day? Test me in the mountains or elsewhere. I have [Power Strike]cant use here. Lastly

Ten seconds. Pyrite could feel something tugging him. Yes. His time was coming to a close. And perhaps he could leave if need be. But he could also be called. When he was neededhis mind flashed from thought to thought, and then Pyrites eyes widened. With the last seconds, he wrote, scratching deep into the wooden floorboards.

And then he was gone. One second he was there, and then Numbtongue was staring down at his old thumb. He could sense what Pyrite had wanted to write, so he finished it. ThenPyrites perspective, his intentions, faded away in Numbtongues mind like an old dream. The Hobgoblin shook. He could remember what Pyrite had done, even the vague intentions, but the exact reasoning andpersonality was beyond him.

But the writing was clear. Numbtongue stared at it. Particularly the last lines. They burned so hot in him that his exhaustion disappeared in a moment. He stared down and read slowly, his voice shaking.

The class is not new. The class is meant for you. Goblins have always had this power. When did we lose it? How?

We have had this class. It is ours. [Goblin Soulbard]. Goblin. If Goblins have a class, do Humans? Do Drakes? What does it mean? Is it just memories? Is it a thing of [Chieftains]?

Those were Pyrites thoughts. But the words below them struck a chord deeper. They rocked Numbtongue to his core. Because they changed his purpose. The reason he was here. Trembling, he touched the scratches in the wood.

Find the others if they remain. Find our King.

He looked up. The inn was silent above him as a new day dawned. And the Goblin sat by himself. But he was no longer alone.

Slowly, the pieces of the world began to fall closer into place.