Read The Wandering Inn Interlude The Gecko of Illusions

Interlude The Gecko of Illusions

To those who knew him, Archmage Viltach was known as The Archmage of Terandria. A curious titlebut people would refer to him as the Terandrian Archmage and others would know what they meant.

Not the Human Archmage, because there were three out of the seven. Six now, and only two Humans if you took into accountcurrent events.

Traditionally, the numbers of Archmages mattered little. Sometimes there was one. Other times they were counted only as the actual [Archmages]. And sometimes it didnt matter because who ruled Wistram wasnt the Archmages at all.

But the title remained. And there were sevenwaitsix great [Mages] who had ascended to such lofty titles. One from each continent, in theory, but Rhir hadnt produced an [Archmage]or at least, a [Mage] of that caliber who had graduated through Wistramin centuries.

As it stood, the numbers ran thusly: Terandria had two. Izril had one, and scarcely tied to her home at that. Chandrar had produced one. Baleros had three living Archmages.

Archmage Amerys was no longer numbered among them. And three of the six werent always at the academy; one had ties to the Iron Vanguard in no small way; despite being Human, he had been raised by Dullahans. The other, well, he was flighty and powerful. More closely linked to the Maelstroms Howling Great Company, but only by species.

Izrils sole Archmagus lived on an island and seldom interfered in her homes affairs. All three were what you could call classic, selfish Archmages. They had their hand in politics, but they were keenly obsessed with their own affairs.

Well, you could count Archmagus Verdan Blackwoodthe Human raised by Dullahansas a politicker. But he was old, and didnt have the stamina to fight it out constantly in Wistram with his peers. He was in effect, retired, and though he could wield sufficient power

It was the three in Wistram Academy at this moment who made waves. Ones to watch. The other Archmages might not even have known about the Earthers.

Nailihuaile, the Lamia and head of her Revivalist Faction, did.

So did Archmage Feor, the old half-Elf who led the Centrists.

And Viltach? The Terandrian Archmage? Wellhe and his Libertarians were known for their links to Terandria. And Viltach was especially political in that sense.

People said of Viltach that he never backed the losing horse. And that went for gambling as well as the affairs of his home continent. And if it turned out that a losing nation was, in fact, the one that would win a conflict? They had been the winning horse all along.

That was how the Archmagus operated. And how Wistram Academy liked to conduct a lot of affairs. There were exceptionslike the King of Destruction whom they opposed, but they generally liked to nudge things. Collect what was valuable. Avoid direct, messy intervention. Unless they had to. Which they didnt do at all. Wellsometimes.

It was complicated. In many ways, Wistram was a giant of multiple intentions. Peer under the unified front, and youd see a mess of factions. Each one vying for superiority, magical knowledge, power

In this particular case, the upcoming conflict with Ailendamus and the southern realms was worrying any number of people. So far it was looking to be Ailendamus versus the traditional bulwark of Calanfer, Kaliv, and Gaiil-Drome. The Dawn Concordat as they were known, was known for having broken any number of nations sent against them. But Ailendamus had swelled of recent years, and their ruler, King Itorin II, was looking for easy victories.

The preparations for the conflict had begun interfering with sea trade. Ailendamus warships had clashed twice with Pheislant vessels and were blockading trade to the Dawn Concordat. Any goods headed their way? Well, those ships were accidentally intercepted by Ailendamus peacekeeping force. Confiscated, or just lost during routine searches.

It wasnt exactly a stealthy maneuver. But it worked well against all three landlocked nations. They didnt rely on continental trade, but their trade goods and luxuries were being clamped down on.

Just another precursor to the war everyone knew was coming. Now, it didnt matter to Wistram except that this was a matter of international sovereignty on the waters. And Wistram Academy wasspliton what should be done.

Ailendamus would win. That was Viltachs belief. He had a strong connection with King Itorin and he preferred to keep it that way by doingnothing.

The other two Archmages disagreed.

They cant block trade! That makes us look bad if we dont condemn them, even in words.

Nailihuaile argued for opposition to the Ailendamus fleets actions. Only that. Feor was more direct.

No nation rules the oceans. Ailendamus actions cannot be tolerated. Wistram does not take sides.

That statement was so false that all three Archmages had to pause. Naili snorted, Viltachs lips quirked, and even Feor paused in acknowledgement of what hed said. Neverthelessthat was what the Academy said.

I believe Ailendamus is within its rights. Or will Wistram oppose the nation?

Viltach looked around challengingly. Naili grumbled, and Feor glanced at her. It came down to a vote in the Council. Nailihuaile mustered her Revivalists who held seats and pushed for a strongly-worded letter of condemnation. Feor tried to use his Centrists, one of the largest factions, to persuade Wistram to go a step beyond, unifying the other coastal nations to oppose Ailendamus and force a cessation to the blockage.

Archmage Viltach threw his Libertarians beside the Revivalists. The two factions hated each other usually, but this was politics. In exchange for his votes on a referendum inviting Chandrarian bazaars to hawk their goods at Wistram in an upcoming fairFeor lost. Wistram sent words against Ailendamus, conveying their dislike of the blockade. The matter rested.

The ships still sailed the waters, ready to seize anything bound for Terandria. They had truth spells to check even the most tricksome of [Merchants], [Mages] of their own. The warships had fast counterparts who would destroy any would-be blockade runners or smugglersperhaps some Drowned Ships got through, or the most elusive of [Merchants], but so what? It was working.

That was politics in Wistram. They had, through much arguing over three days, accomplished exactly nothing about the blockade, but done it in such a way that much clout had been expended and gathered. Feor was unhappy, but the fate of the Dawn Concordat wasnt the highest on his list of priorities. More time to interfere when the war began, if need be.

And that was that. The end. The Academy had spoken, the Council of Mages had voted, and there was nothing more to be said.

Except of course that there were some people who didnt obey the rules. They were not Archmages. They had no desire to be that public. And they viewed a nosy bunch of warships interdicting all ships as bad for business. [Smugglers] already had to dodge [Harbormasters] and inspections at the ports. So one faction happily set sail even before the votes had been cast.

They were an Elusive Lot.

The warship looked like one of Ailendamus grandest vessels. And the insignia readItorins Pride.

Dead gods. But thats the flagship. We didnt receive word, did we?

The [Admiral] lowered his spyglass as the navy, spread out in their blockade, hailed the oncoming warship. He heard a curse from one of his junior officers.

Lord Admiral! I regret to inform you that we did receive several [Messages]!

What?

The contact, sir! This must be it.

The [Admiral] of The Foehammer, a good warship, paled. Hed gotten several coded contacts yesterday through the [Message] system. Obviously, since you could intercept messages, Ailendamus had its own system of codes. It had told him to look for a message or persons today. But Itorins Pride?

Are we going to war already? Noif the Pride is joining us, we might be sailing against Pheislants harbors. Dead gods. Make ready! Ill greet our visitors myself.

The [Admiral] checked his uniform, and saw the other ship hailing them through a complicated signal of [Light] spells. The deck was very busy, but to his surprise, the [Admiral] saw that they were signaling to come aboard his ship rather than the other way around.

Odd. But the [Admiral] saw the gangplank being lowered and hastily stepped forwards to greet

Admiral Dakelos! How the hell are you, my man?

A giant of a mannot an actual Giant, but stillstrode across the decks. He grabbed Dakelos in a bear-hug slapped him on the shoulders. The smaller man squeaked.

The [Commander]no[General] by his rank on his uniform was a bear of a man. A powerful nose broken twice, scars lining his armshe had hair like it was made of ironand a huge, booming smile.

He also smelled a bit of wine. He was clearly not at home on the rolling decks.

Do Iknow you? Sir?

The man looked hurt.

Dakelos! We met when you were barely a [Captain]. Back when you were sailing at sea? You dont remember me? Yerzhen? Ah, but we had a grand time. Finished a barrel ofno?

The [Admiral] blinked a few times, then blushed. He had a poor way with drink, and if he had met the man (and how could you forget a fellow like this?), hed forgotten.

Im terribly sorrywas it Yerzhen? Er[General]?

Belatedly, he saw one of his [Fleet Mages] coming forwards. It was a bit embarrassing, but the [Mage] began casting a truth spell at once. On both Yerzhen and Dakelos. The [Admiral] waved him back, but the unsteady [General] didnt seem to notice.

These damn boats. I hate them. Dont know how you can stand them, Dakelos. What were you saying? Ah, right!

He waved a stern finger at Dakelos.

Dont call me General Yerzhen. That was my fathers title. Lets not stand on formality, Dakelos. Two old drinking-partners shouldnt, eh?

The truth spell flashed behind the man. All the statements were true. Dakelos, a bit miffed but more convinced than ever, saw Itorins Pride sailing past his flagship.

Eras you say, GenI mean, Yerzhen. What is the Pride doing?

Ahthat. Youll want to follow. I was supposed to go ahead in one of our skiffs and spoken to you earlier today, but you know mehad to drink or Id die at sea. How many [Soldiers] do you have under your command?

Dakelos brows creased and his heart began to pound.

I have a number of sailors, sI mean, GenerYerzhen. But what is this?

His Majesty will kill me if were late. Hurry up and turn the ship! Ill explain on the way. You got the coded [Messages], yes?

Yesbut

Dakelos waved a hand at his officers. Wide-eyed, they began to call out.

Raise the anchor!

The entire fleet, yes. We can spare a few ships if you think its wise, but we need to be landing in Nadel by nightfall, Dakelos.

Nadel? But thats the territory of Lord Belchaus!

Dakelos nearly fell over himself. And his voice was too loud; [Sailors] looked up and gaped. Was Ailendamus going to war against Lord Belchaus Meron, the Lord of the Dance? His harbors were practically unassailable! Even with the entire navy at his back, Dakelos wouldnt like fighting there.

But Yerzhen just growled at him.

Not so loud, man! Ill tell you when we get to the cabin! But take the fleet! Ill need to borrow half your [Sailors]those who can fight on land. Should have told you earlier. Dont tell his Majesty or Ill be on the chopping block. Again!

His voice was no less quiet, for all he was trying to growl. Dakelos hurried into his cabin and the [General] yanked the door shut.

Get the fleet moving. Ive got the Pride loaded with as many of our elites as we can. Dead gods, even the Thirsting Veil has committed sixty of its [Knights].

Sixty? Then this is an assault? We cant take Nadel with our fleet, Yerzhen. Not even if we had three times our numbers

Admiral? Do you still need me?

The [Fleet Mage] called from outside the office. Distracted, Dakelos saw Yerzhen drawing a line across his throat.

No lower-ranks, Dakelos. Cant risk word spreading.

Of course. Youre dismissed! Man your stations!

The Admiral called out. Now that they were alone, and discussing war, he saw the [General] straighten and look a lot more reassuringsolid. Stumbling he might have been across the decks, but Yerzhens voice was like a rock.

Were not assaulting Nadel, Dakelos. The opposite. Lord Belchaus is allowing our ships to land. Hes not happy about it, but hes given us a window. From theremy troops and your [Sailors] will disembark and move westwards. We will set up camp and prepare to flank the Dawn Concordat when the war begins. In six days.

Dakelos jaw dropped.

But Lord Belchaus has always been neutral

Infamously so, in fact. The [General] winked at him.

His Majesty knew that. But even the Lord of the Dance or whatever hes called can see the way the wind is blowing. There were a lot of [Diplomats], contractsnone of my business. Im just to take my men and yours and prepare for an attack when Calanfer commits its forces northwards. We play this right and well take the capital on the seventh day and be sipping wine in a week!

It could work. The [General] was flipping through the maps, tracing a route overland from Nadel to Calanfer. Dakelos couldnt believe it.

So this interdiction of smuggled goods

Just to get you boys out here. You think we were going to have you sit here for months?

That was what the [Admiral] had thought. Butwhat genius. And getting the Lord of the Dance? He felt the ship turning. The entire navy was following Itorins Pride.

Something did bug Dakelos, though. Hed thought the Pride was actually much further north. And it was moving so fasthe looked warily at the [General].

Im sorry, General Yertzhen. But this is just so sudden. Shouldnt we send at least an affirmative back to the capital?

The [General] looked askance.

Are you mad, man? Why do you think you only got the barest code-signs we were coming? This is secret. Do you know how hard it was to smuggle Itorins Pride all this way? We had to use illusions! This is beyond top-secret. But mark me. If I pull this off, his Majesty has assured me personally that he will make me a [Great General] of Ailendamus. And if I reach that positionIll be calling for you to become [High Admiral]. Hows that sound, Dakelos, eh?

He pulled the other man into a one-armed hug. The [Admiral] grinned in disbelief.

That would beexcellent! GenerI mean, Yerzhen.

Exactly! Now, the Lord of the Dance is going to probably put up a fuss for the show of it, but hell pull back his ships once we clash a few times. Thats the politics of ithes going to pretend he gave up. So well discuss how we want to orchestrate the thing. I think a few salvos of [Fireball] spellsbut then well have to rush my [Soldiers] to disembark, got it?

Of course.

Not to worry, man! The hard part is mine, keeping the [Soldiers] hidden. You have the easy part, shepherding us here and just play-fighting. Herelets grab a drink while we discuss landing points and such. I had a locationhere?

He pointed to the map as he investigated the cabinet with expensive liquors. Before Dakelos knew it, the [Admiral] was seated and the [General] was pouring him a drink. He tried to refuse, but Yerzhen insisted.

Come on, man! Nothing like a drink to steady the nerves. Well toast to Ailendamus! May it conquer all of Terandriano! the world! And to his Majestys health!

You had to drink to that. Nervously, Dakelos did. Just a sip. His crew wouldnt notice

The [General] emerged from the cabin with a somewhat intoxicated Admiral Dakelos an hour later. Plans all set. Together, they gave a speech to the crew, informing them of the sudden plans. It was of courseriotous, but the [General] strode up and down the decks, stumbling a bit, but roaring his intent to break the Dawn Concordat in a single, stealthy strike.

Itorins Pride was filled with cheering [Soldiers], even the stern-faced Order of the Thirsting Veil, saluting the sky. The rest of the navy took heart from it and sailed at full-speed, the [Fleet Mages] pouring all the wind they could into the sails.

They reached Nadels waters in record time after only nine hours, thanks to the currents and high morale. Admiral Dakelos was there as he saw, in the distance, patrolling ships react like theyd been struck at the sight of an Ailendamus fleet bearing down on them.

Nadel was not that far east of Calanfer. Somewhere near the middle of Terandrias southern coastline, it was a safe-zone where no fleet save the Lord of the Dances was welcome. It allowed safe trade and it had fought off any number of navies.

On any other day Dakelos wouldnt have put even a foot over the invisible borders of Nadel, but today he was drunk on courage, dreams of glory and promotionand just drunk. General Yerzhen chuckled.

See them spooking off? Probably screaming the alarm. I bet you the Lord of the Dance didnt even tell them. Makes it authentic.

Erof course, Yerzhen. What do we do? Start throwing [Fireballs]?

They had a routine all set up. The [General] winked.

I say we begin with a speech. Ill give you the honors, shall I?

If you like.

Boldly, the [Admiral] swaggered up to the front of the decks. In the distance, Nadel was a dot. But the harbors would already be boiling with the Lord of the Dances ships, as planned for the staged attack. His fleet would attack, and the Lord of the Dance would fight for a few rounds before retreating.

Admiral! The Lord of the Dance himself is setting out towards us with Nadels entire fleet!

An hour later, the panicked, but excited shout came up the command deck. Dakelos felt a twinge of fear as he saw the huge fleetdwarfing his ownbut Yerzhen just tapped the side of his huge nose.

Here we go. Just as planned. Ill tell the Pride to begin moving for the shoreline. They need to do the most work.

Of course. And my speechwhere are the notes?

Here.

The [General] offered the inky notes to him. Admiral Dakelos focused on them and began to shout through a voice-amplifying spell as the enemy fleet came close.

Attention, ships of Nadel! By order of His Majesty, King Itorin II, I demand you give us passage to the harbor! Ailendamus will not be stopped by any nation in this world! If you do not move your ships, we will immediately attack!

Fiery words. He and Yerzhen had laughed over them an hour ago. They feltwrong to say aloud, but Dakelos was shaking with excitement. He heard an answering voice a moment later.

The Lord of the Dance.

Nadel bows to no other nation. I am Lord Belchaus Meron. If you advance further, we will destroy your fleet.

The Admiralsobered a bit. That was a terrifying threat. The Lord of the Dance himself was crewing his flagship and they could outmaneuver and out-fight his smaller fleet. He turned to the [General], but Yerzhen bellowed.

All part of the act! Send the [Fireballs]!

The Admiral nodded. He croaked around a lump in his throat and felt the wrongnessbut he was too far gone.

[Mages]! Throw [Fireballs] at the flagship! Aim to miss!

The [Mages] did. Dozens of [Fireballs] blasted across the gap between the closing navies. Dakelos saw them go wide, or explode too early. But Nadels navy reacted as if a hive had been struck.

Theyre closing! Starboard side! Dead gods

A shout from the side. Admiral Dakelos turned his head just in time to see Lord Bels flagship shoot forwards. It slammed into The Wrath of Sel, a twin of Dakelos own warship. The Lord of the Dance didnt waste time on an engagement at a distance. He leapt aboard the ship, holding a sword, and his retinue followed. Dakelos saw him landing in front of the surprised [Captain].

Thats a bit much for an act, dont you think, General?

Lord Belchaus beheaded the man. Then he stepped across the deck, as if he was on a dance floor, and killed the [First Mate]. His crew followed, moving in graceful patterns, but deadly as could be.

The blood ran onto the decks as Ailendamus navy slowly stopped and stared. But more ships were crashing into theirs, boarding

General! I dont think the Lord of the Dance is acting! General?

Admiral Dakelos whirled. But the [General] was gone. Yerzhen, that bear of a man, was missing. And

Admiral! The Itorins Pride has vanished!

What?

The [Admiral] rushed to the railing. But it was true. The giant warship, that had sailed through the waters, making noise, crewed by thousandshad even toasted to them and called jests for nine hourswas gone.

In its place was a floatingDakelos stared down at it. It looked like a tiny trading boat, barely big enough to hold sixty people. He slowly looked up. The thought occurred to him, amidst the shock, the sudden fearand the incomprehension at his situation made worse by the drink. It occurred to him that he might have been tricked.

General Yerzhen chuckled as he skimmed across the waters towards the invisible ship from which he could watch the disaster unfold. He was [Water Walking]although he was actually running.

And moving damn fast for a man of his size. He raced towards the ship, leapt, and landed on an invisible deck.

Then everything turned visible. The ship was shrouded, so once you got onto it you could see. That bear of a man, that huge [General] who had been so false straightened and saw

Admiral Dakelos. The man turned, tears in his eyes.

General! How could you? I trusted you! What is this? Why have you abducted me?

The [General] paused only for a moment.

Im sorry, Dakelos. It was nothing personal. JustI really had to use the toilet and I cant shit at sea. Forgive me.

He bowed, slightly. The [Admiral] stared at him through red-rimmed eyes and Yerzhen heard a snort.

The illusion of the [Admiral] faded. A Lizardgirl rolled around on the decks, clutching her sides and howling with mirth. There was more laughter and the rest of the [Mages] shed their [Invisibility] spells.

Dead gods, Yerzhen! Another great line! I nearly laughed off my [Silence] spell when I heard your first one! Dont call me General? Did you see their faces?

No. Whats happening?

Yerzhen strode back down the decks. He didnt look as tall or as grand as he did a second ago. His voice was more causal, less bassbut he still wore the [General]s disguise. The Lizardgirl leapt to her feet as a Selphid, wearing the dead body of a Human man, pointed.

Theyre already surrendering. That [Admiral]s no idiot. Hes practically screaming he was duped.

Aw, shame. Did Belchaus sink any ships?

Not for want of trying. Whatre the odds he takes them all prisoner?

Five hundred gold says he lets them go but on less ships than they came with.

Bet.

The [Mages] chortled and Yerzhen and the Selphid clasped hands. The others crowded around, chortling at the fake [General]s lines.

I love your speech. Did you write it yourself?

The Lizardgirl glanced at Yerzhen. She couldnt have been more than fifteen, but appearances were deceiving here. Yerzhen winked.

With some help from the [Admiral] himself. What did you think of my first introduction?

Good!

The others chorused. The Selphid looked at Yerzhen.

Was your father really a [General]?

Ah, well. You have to be honest for some of the truth spells. Id have lied to the man about meeting him if the [Mage] had been there from the start, but thats why I wanted him off-guard.

Yerzhen winked. He did not look like his appearance, a big bear of a man. Norwas he necessarily Human. What was true was that his name was Yerzhen; hed used it to pass the truth spell. And that his father had apparently been a [General], or called that so he could pass the truth spell.

Nothing more. And the rest of the Elusive Lotwere just as mysterious.

It wasnt all of them, of course. But six had been needed to keep up the mass-illusion of the ship. And Yerzhen made seven. The [Mages] all chortled as they sailed back towards Wistram.

That does it for that blockade. Tell our associates they have a window to smuggle everything they want through. They owe us large for this.

But that went without saying. The others nodded appreciatively.

This was the Ullsinoi Faction of Wistram. And thiswas the Elusive Lot.

Possibly. Or it might have just been Yerzhen there. He poked the Lizardgirl.

Taxiela, is that you?

Guilty as charged. Although I prefer Galei sometimes.

The Lizardwoman sprang up and suddenly she was a Centaur. He tossed his head. And it might have been that it was Galei there the entire time or he just changed his illusion.

No one knew. But Taxiela/Galei was Palts master. As well as a member of the Elusive Lot. If they were even here.

It could be that Yerzhen was alone and these were all fakes. Or that he himself had created them all, or some of them and was pretending to have a conversation with Galei at this moment to fool the others.

Things got confusing really quickly around [Illusionists]. And the Elusive Lot were the leaders of the Ullsinoi faction who were made up of well, [Illusionists]. [Tricksters]. [Diviners], [Seers] too, and [Mages] who dabbled on the illicit side of life

You could get all sorts of factions in Wistram. Not all were huge, political movements like the Revivalists or Libertarians. Some were specialized.

For instance, Bezales faction were the Scriptel factionsmall, but in possession of a wealth of knowledge. Most of it written by their members. And numbers were also a fools game.

Off we go! Back to Wistram, then! Unless anyone has business on the mainland?

One of us jumped ship.

A Gnoll volunteered that. She grinned as the others chorused.

Did not!

Yerzhen took it at face value. Maybe someone had left, but the Elusive Lot would drive you crazy if you tried to find the truth. No one knew how many there were. There was no command structure lower-members of the Ullsinoi faction like Palt could understand, and even knowing who was a member of the Elusive Lot was hard. Palt thought his master, Galei, was part of their number, but he wasnt sure.

He didnt even know if Galei was his master or if different members of the Elusive Lot kept taking turns to impersonate his master.

Oh, the world was a grand game. Get your head around that and you were set. The Elusive Lot sailed back towards Wistram, chattering away. Yerzhen looked at Galei and the Selphidwhod failed to use a name the entire time they had been togetheras he talked.

Whats back at Wistram?

Nailis trying to corner us. Feor too. About Palts little prank.

Oh, that. Wonderfully done! Are they ours?

The inns ours. The rest? Lets pretend they are, shall we?

Naturally. Should we let ourselves be caught?

Of course, after the game of soccer, the Archmages had demanded explanations of the Ullsinoi faction. All theyd caught however were lower-ranked members. Cornering the Elusive Lot was like herding invisible cats with wings. The others shrugged or merrily ate snacks while reading [Message] spells on the fallout of their prank.

I dont care. So long as Palt can deliver, weve got a magical door in Liscor. Have the gangs heard?

Heard and are interested, but its too hot for them right now with all the eyes. Anyways, I hear the Gentlemen Callers are at the inn. On assignment.

Oho. Any idea who?

None. But you know how boring they can get. Bets that its got to do with the [Innkeeper]?

No takers. The Elusive Lot swapped thoughts around willy-nilly. After a moment, one of them, Yerzhen again, raised a hand.

While were on the topicI call for seriousness. One minute.

The laughing [Mages] subsided. Two of them vanished as if theyd never been here, and Yerzhen couldnt detect them with any of their scrying spells. The rest, five now, gathered closer. Galei made his smiling face into one of seriousness by passing a hand down his features.

Serious talk. What does Yerzhen want to say?

The Golden Triangle.

The Elusive Lot paused. And even the hint of a smile vanished from the rest of their faces.

They were, by their own words, pranksters, tricksters, unrepentantly annoyingbut not evil or good. They did as they pleased, which was generally to help Wistram as they saw fit. People who interfered too hard didnt belong with them.

And the Ullsinoi faction loved tricks. Life was meant to be enjoyed, not wrangled over like the Archmages loved to do. Better to make allies than enemies. Better to laugh and enjoy life than try to be the biggest dog in the kennel.

But they did know things. Dark secrets. They did haveenemies. People on their bad list. And for all their lack of scruples at provoking a huge incident between Ailendamus and Nadelthe Elusive Lot was on the side of the Dawn Concordat. But the Golden Triangle was another thing.

What the Elusive Lot knew was that there was such a thing as poor humor. And the Golden Triangle was a bad joke. People would die ere the punch line. And the Elusive Lot werent going to laugh.

Ive spoken to one of the Earthers.

Blackmage?

The query came from Galei. Yerzhen shook his head.

Another one. They all know its apyramid scheme. Its obvious. Youve seen the numbers and how it ends.

Not funny.

That came from the Selphid. And that was the biggest indictment you could get. The others nodded.

What will the Council do?

Denounce it, probably. Make everyone aware. The Archmages already know. But listenI heard a rumor that says that Viltach and Feor both want the scheme to continue. Other groups, big groups, get into debthelps Wistram.

And while they do that, many innocent small folk die! Thats their money being stolen!

Galei stood up, cheeks flushed as he walked back and forth. It could be an act. The Elusive Lot was silent, thinking.

Wistram sent Montressa and Bezale after the clues. They have all they need to explain whats happened. I saywe take a first step. Any gang who were cordial withany friendswe warn them. Wistram will move after us if word spreads.

The other [Mages] murmured. Yerzhen went on.

Guard our assets. The Walled Cities, at least are the center of the scheme. Lets cut down the circulation of this game. How much gold is in the air?

Over a hundred thousand pieces. At least.

All of it sent through the Golden Triangle. If it got bigger, it might well bleed the pockets of many dry. Yerzhen nodded.

Vote: leak information of the Golden Triangle toPallass. He looks into whos behind the center of it all.

Palts not good enough.

Galei opined.

He could get lucky. The Revivalists and the Scriptels wont ever trace that mischieflet alone convince the Walled Cities of the danger. Send Palt. He knows how to explain the danger. Apparently he has a connection with Grand Strategist Chaldion? And Magus Grimalkin. Have him use them. Ill contact him now if we agree. Hands?

The others deferred to Palts master. The vote went up. Three toseventeen. Dozens of hands popped around the other [Mages] and Galei counted them dutifully. The Selphid made three illusory hands. You never knew who was here. And the hands were more of a sign ofhow passionate the other felt.

Done. And well send word to other agents. No Golden Triangle. Find the biggest sellers and

Quite calmly, Yerzhen drew a finger across his throat. The others saw his skin open and blood and viscera through the cut his finger had made. They nodded.

Spread the word.

They called him the Gecko of Liscor. When they wanted to make him mad. To most people, he was just Relc.

Senior Guardsman Relc if you wanted to be fancy. That idiot if you were Zevara.

But justRelc. And he swung around Liscor, a familiar face known by almost all. That huge, sometimes bombastic Drake. Ugly; objectionable face and tail, but damned good with a spear.

A former [Sergeant] in the army. The Watchs best fighter. That is who hed been forover a decade. Nearly two, now.

You didnt need to summarize him with much. You could do it in a paragraph. Relc was a big, sometimes dumb Drake with a spear who was sometimes childish, sometimes bigoted, but was really a good guy.

That was actually a sentence. But it was Relc. If you wanted details, you had to go beyond him. He had a daughter called Embria who he was partly estranged with but who still admired her father. He had a friend called Erin Solstice who youd have to write a million words aboutoh.

And hed had a partner named Klbkch. Until a day when he didnt. And that was a tragedy. Not only because the Watch lost their link to the Hive, but because Klbkch wassolid. Reliable, or he had been. The only person who could really rein Relc in.

His partner. The Watch was already trying to fill his boots. The Watch Captain was searching for replacements. And what would they do with Relc? Well, at least he was here. That idiot would cause trouble without Klbkch. He was always there, always irritably reliable, the same. He was

Relc Grasstongue sat up in his bed. He blinked a few times, but he was awake.

At dawn. It was a habit so engrained in him from his days as a [Soldier] that he couldnt stop it, unless hed had duty the night before. He had not. Today was his day off.

Grr. Stupid brain. Stupid army. Wheres food? Food?

Relc muttered to himself. He fumbled around in the near-darkness.

He had candles, and matches. Even a lantern he was supposed to wear at work which he often forgot. The problem was that Relcs room was anything but tidy. He found none of these things.

What he did find was some moldy bread. He sniffed it. Licked it a few times, and found some cheese under his bed.

Huh. Howd that get down here?

In the darkness, the Drake ate a snack. Not proper breakfast. He was still hungry after he smacked his lips.

Hmm.

The [Guardsman] sat in the darkness, reflective. He reached out and grabbed his spear.

He always knew where his spear was. Another habit from the army, one he didnt resent. He slept next to his spear.

Practice time.

In his small apartment, the Drake carefully lifted his spear. He spun it around; the long weapon was in danger of hitting both floor, ceiling, and the walls. But Relc knew how long it was exactly. He could measure anything with itbut only thought in terms of the spear-lengths.

He hit nothing. The Drake ran through a training drill hed mastered long ago. Ohthat was another thing about Relc.

He was a [Spearmaster]. A class as recognized as a [Fencer] with a bell. The Drake warmed up, as he always did, working until he was just about to sweat. His muscles warm, he relaxed.

He had made some sound, but his neighbors had long ago learned to ignore Relc in the mornings or had moved out. Now, the Drake sat down.

I drank too much.

He said that to no one in particular. Females of any species didnt really visit his small, cramped apartment. The affairs he had with them were usually at their places, which were generally nicer, or in inns. Or other establishments.

Only one female person visited him. And that was his daughter. She was usually mildly appalled at the disaster of books with their spines broken, little knickknacks, food, clothing, and so on scattered around his room, but Embria was a [Soldier]. She was used to it.

It was still dark, even after his warm-up. It took longer for dawn, and dusk came sooner thanks to the High Passes. So Relc just sat there. He felt around and came up with something.

Aha. Wire puzzle with the boars head. My old friend.

The Drake had something in his claws. Invisible in the darkness, he nevertheless knew it inside and out. It was a blacksmiths puzzle. A metal contraption in the shape of a boars head. Anda piece of bendy wire. The goal was to fit the wire through the boars head and out the other side without having to bend it. The wire was specially madeyou could only bend certain sections.

Wellmost people couldnt bend the other sections. Relc could in theory cheat due to his prodigious strength, but he took care not to. He carefully straightened the wirethen bent it into a pattern with his claws. Gently. From memory, in the darkness.

Then he inserted it into the boars head. Relc felt the wire snag on hidden tumblers. Then it was out the other side. He twisted and with a little snick, the boars head fell open.

Gotcha! And you were so hard to begin with.

Smugly, the Drake re-locked the head and tossed it aside. He had spenthow long? Three weeks figuring that one out? And ruined the wire part six times. It really was devilishly hard because you had to bend part of the wire back on itself to make it fit

That was another thing about Relc. He rummaged around and found another little object.

Hello? Are you Mr. Metal Block puzzle?

He had a hobby of solving blacksmiths puzzles. Wire puzzles, where you had to pull interlocking pieces apart, wooden matrixes that needed unscramblingRelc spent a lot of his money on them. They were all over his apartment floor.

He enjoyed it. But you could count the people who knew this fact on two claws. Silently, Relc wrestled with the cube, which had multiple compartments you could unlatch and twist and turn or push in

Grr. Who makes these things?

Relc wasnt a genius at solving these puzzles. He was good, of course, and could solve basic oneseven ones he hadnt seenin minutes, but that was only by virtue of experience. There wereharder puzzles. And this was one of them.

Oh? Oh? Aha!

Relc shouted. He heard a thump from the wall to his right and apologetically knocked on the wall. But hed found a combination of buttons when pressed

The cube lit up. It was one of his magical puzzles. And magical puzzles could be anything. Relc saw a glowing font trace itself across the metal. Little, scrawled letters wrote something for him.

Well done. The Ullsinoi of Wistram present: The Cube of Galei.

Oooh!

The Drake stared at the cube. It was glowing now, the lines intersecting and meeting in the metal. Andhe squinted.

What is this?

A second, illusory section of cube had appeared. Relc reached out and twisted in the air. The magical pieces moved. As they did, the glowing lines shifted to match. So you had to complete the top puzzle and

The Drake smiled to himself. He bent over the puzzle as the sun rose, poking, fiddling, memorizing what hed done and not done. He knew hed have to leave soon enough. He was a Senior Guardsman after all. He had

Four hours later, Relc felt his stomach growling. The burly Drake looked up.

Huh?

Sunlight blinded him from the window. It had risen and, with the grace and tact of a [Thug], smacked him with its rays of light. Relc shaded his eyes. He checked the position of the sun and then swore.

Ancestors, Im late! Why didnt that idiot get me?

He shot to his feet and in a panic, looked for his clothes. His gear was at the barracks, ready for him to sign in. But Klbkch hadnt gotten him! He always

For the nineteenth day in a row, Relc caught himself. His beating heart slowed as he remembered something.

Oh. Its my day off.

And then on top of that

Klbs on vacation.

Slowly, the Drake sat down. He looked around, blinking in the sunlight. Klbkch always got Relc before their shift started. In factthe pair had been working together for nearly a decade. So much so that Klbkch would, on his days off, come to Relcs door.

Relc, we do not have work together today. Please do not bother me. It is my time off.

That was what hed say. Other times it was

Relc. It is time to go and sign in. We are late.

Relc, I have already signed in. I am attempting to wake you up for the fifth time. I will soon leave without you.

Stuff like that, if Relc had gone back to sleep after his dawn wakeup. But he was gone.

Relc raised one scarred fist and looked at it as he lay on his back in his apartment. He could hear other people getting up, murmuringit was a disconcerting experience. He was usually first out the door, thanks to Klbkch.

He could still remember punching his friend. Asking, pleading with him to stop. And Klbkch, angrier than Relc had ever seen him, refusing to stay down. Until hed risen and

Klbkch has moves.

The [Guardsman] felt his chest. He could remember being punched, too. Hed thought he was the best [Guard] on the Watch bar none. But Klbkch had put him and a group of Liscors [Soldiers] on the ground.

Skills.

The Drake stared up at the ceiling. After a while, he got his magical box and began to play with it without looking at it. Well, now Klb was gone. Hed come back. Relc had gotten used to him, though. And

The Drake wondered if Embria was on-duty. She usually synced her time off with his. Otherwise, she was training 4^th company; they had some new recruits to fill their losses. Or patrolling the Floodplains, helping out in Liscor

She must be bored out of her mind. 4^th Company too. Id be giving my [Wing Commander] all kinds of crap.

The Drake thought about that. But Embria was tough. Shed handle it. She had the voice of authority. You had to have that. You couldnt just get promoted on time served. Not in Liscors army. Shed be fine.

And shed pick him up at any minute. Relc sighed, imagining her nagging him to get changed into something clean for their father-daughter time. Maybe they could visit The Wandering Inn? She didnt mind it there. He brightened at the thought.

Yup, yup. And maybe I can visit Invrisil. Thatd be great. After all, Ive got gold!

He smiled as he thought of his other, newer job. The Drake bent his head over the puzzle and devoted his attention to it. He kept working, as the sun rose and everyone else went to their jobs.

It was only after two more hours that Relc realized that Embria hadnt come. He looked up, feeling a bit woebegone. But she must have had to work. He sat there. As the morning came.

But if Klbkch and Embria didnt come to get him, no one else would. No one but the [Landlord]. No one else from the Watch; Relcs few friends in the city didnt pay social calls.

He was alone. But for them. So the Drake slowly stood. He stretched. Found his money pouch, his belt, took his spear as always and walked out the door. He looked around, blinking in the sun. What did Senior Guardsman Relc do with his time?

Wellof latehe saw a Gnoll passing in the street. Relc smoothed his neck-spines, smiled at the female Gnoll, and hurried over.

Hello, Miss! Have you heard about the Golden Triangle? Im Relc, by the way. Senior Guardsman

At the same time, a Centaur was taking his ease outside of an inn. Palt, the Centaur, smoked from a joint. He was always smoking. It was a habit. A way of life.

He was a [Smoker]. As well as an [Illusionist]. His name was Palt. And he got along with people.

Yes, Master. Really? Really? This isnt a prank? Im asking because the last time you sent me on a missionno, I understand. Yes. And yes. And no. Im not doing Liscor. Or Pallass. Ill pass alongno, I wont. Were already in hot water. Get someone elseokay. Thank you. Yes! Yes, Im fine.

No one could hear the conversation but him, and Palt was deliberately being vague. As he took a lungful of dreamleaf, that delightful substance that made your mood relaxed and your dreams very nice, he passed the smoking joint left.

Lyonette nearly fumbled it, owing to her inexperience with the entire scene. She brought it up to her mouth, inhaledand began coughing. Palt grinned as he kept talking. Lyonette determinedly had another experience as she puffed on the jointthen she handed it left again.

Pawn was trying to figure out how to smoke the joint as Palt continued.

No, I haventMaster, thats my business. My romanticthank you for asking. Im fine. What? Warships? What did youokay. Fine. Ill check for it in the news. Yes, Im sure! Ill meet with Magus Grimalkin and Grand Strategistas soon as I can. The Grand Strategist might take longer, but today! Thank you! Goodbye!

Puff. Puff.

Pawn, you dont have to say that.

I am trying to get into the mood, Lyonette.

Palt ended the communication spell. He grinned as he saw Pawn and Lyonette trying to waft the smoke into hismouth. Palt rummaged in his bag of holding as he produced something.

I thought that might be an issue. Here. Try this.

He offered Pawn something. The Antinium and Lyonette stared at a square oftoffee.

What is this?

Chewable dreamleaf. Itsstronger, so maybe only have a bit. But it also works. I make and sell it as well as the rest, but I dont use them that much.

Palt shrugged. He liked smoking. Pawn on the other hand took the bit of toffee. Lyonette eyed it dubiously.

Its sosmall.

You dont need a lot. Like I said, try it

Palt retrieved his cigar as Pawn popped the entire thing into his mouth and chewed.

Nom, Nom.

Pawn. You dont have to say that either.

Lyonette sighed. The Antinium raised one finger as he masticated. Then he replied.

But Erin says that too, sometimes.

Erin is a silly

The Centaur handed Lyonette the joint.

Go ahead and finish this if you want, Lyonette. Ive got to go.

Oh. Thank you! I dont feelhappy?

You might not the first time. Just dont overthink things. Youll just feelcalmer.

The Centaur gave the advice he gave all first-timers. Lyonette nodded and kept puffing away. Pawn stared ahead.

I feel nothing.

It takes time. Look, I have a job to do. Tell Erin I wont be able to help cook.

Sure! Thank you for this and

Lyonette waved her hands. To mean everything, really. Palt had stayed at The Wandering Inn for a good time now. And he had ingratiated himself to everyone as much as possible. That meant handing out his goods to the Earthers, CeriaPisces had refused his goods, claiming he liked drinking moreand Pawn and Lyonette now.

Helping Erin out in the kitchen, too. The Centaur saw this as his duty for multiple reasons. FirstErin was an ally. You helped allies out. Second, he owed her. Montressa and company had tried to kidnap the Horns, had gotten into a fight at Erins inn. Debts werent a one-and-done thing.

And finallyhe rather liked Erin. She was, in Palts words, cute. Attractive in more ways than just physical. The Centaur also knew that Erin was as hard to nail down as the Elusive Lot. But that was part of her charm.

Im going to Pallass!

He called out as he trotted back into The Wandering Inn. He had been out the back, to pursue the semi-illicit experience of smoking. Palt already had a cigar in his mouth, though. He conjured a bit of fire to light the end and

Palt! How many times have I told you not to smoke indoors?

An angry voice made Palt wince. He hadnt even registered putting the cigar in his mouth. It was automatic, the way other people breathed.

The Centaur turned and ducked his head as he snatched the cigar out of his mouth.

Sorry, Erin. Its a habit.

Its a bad one! How many times do I have to tell you? Smoking kills!

Erit does?

Erin Solstice hesitated.

Yeah. It totally does. It makes your lungs all black and icky, right, Ryoka? Tobacco is evil!

But this is dreamleaf.

The Centaur pointed to his cigar. Erin wavered again, and then wagged one finger.

Its secondhand smoke. Thats whats bad! Youll get kids high!

But if I funnel it out a window or contain the smokeIm only harming myself.

Palt knew it was a losing argument. Erin didnt like smoking. It was, perhaps, one of the biggest challenges facing getting to know her. He sighed, and then heard a voice as a taller Human came up beside Erin.

Why not let him smoke if the smoke can be negated, Erin? Itsnot exactly the worst of drugs.

Palt blinked at this unexpected ally. Erin turned and looked at Ryoka Griffin, surprised.

Ryoka! But its bad! Weed is bad, right?

Uh. No. What century are you living in?

This one! Wait a second, Ryoka. Do you mean youve donethe stuff?

Which stuff?

Palt smirked as he saw Erins jaw drop. The Centaur turned his head and pretended to cough. Erin looked indignant.

But weed

Erin. Its not worse than alcohol.

Nyeah butwait a second

Erin opened and closed her mouth. Palt looked at his rescuer and slowly put the cigar in his mouth. Erin eyed him with wroth, but she said nothing as the stream of smoke floated into a bubble around Palts head. The City Runner smiled and he nodded to her.

A fellow connoisseur?

A dabbler. Hi. Ryoka.

Weve met.

Briefly. The two eyed each other up and down. Palt was sure Ryoka was from Earth. Beyond that? He was very curious. Could she be the legendary batman for whom every Wistram mage had been instructed to look for? Perhaps. And knowing Erin? Palt would have put money on it.

Is itI mean, we have a similar substance. Is dreamleaflike that, do you know? You were at Wistram.

Ryoka Griffins voice was very cautious as she referred to the fact that Wistram had any number of Earthers as their guests. Palt smiled around his cigar. Now here was someone who might fit into the Ullsinoi faction. Or at least knew how to keep a reserve.

Ive heard it described, Miss. But dreamleaf looks very different to yourweeds. Different effects too, or so I gather.

Really?

Oh yes. Its minutiae, but dreamleaf provokesdreams. The more you take, the more vivid the dreams. And the more relaxed you get. I hear you get paranoid on the other stuff?

You know it. This doesnt make you paranoid? Any negative effects?

I get hungry. And lazy.

Ryoka grinned.

Wait, no side effects?

Palt winked at her.

Miss, what kind of [Gardener] grows a plant with side effects? Its magical. Cities dont like it because, well, it does impair your work ethic and itll demotivate you for hours, but its not bad for you.

I might have to try it, then. Do you sellany of it? I have a friend who told me she could get some, but I wasnt interested at the time. I could bring some back to her, though.

Well, if you do, I can set you up with a sample as a friend of Miss Solstice. And if you dont like smoking

Hey!

Erin stomped on the ground. Ryoka broke off from reaching for her money pouch. The young woman waved her fist at the two of them. She pointed at Palts cigar.

No weed in my inn. Palt, you can smoke if I never smell it. Got it?

One small victory. Palt exhaled and the smoke flew up into the bubble overhead. He smiled gratefully at Erin and Ryoka.

Your words are law, Miss Solstice. Speaking of whichIm going into Pallass. I dont suppose Magus Grimalkin will beattracted here, will he? Or Chaldion? I could use that. I need to talk to them about something important.

The two young women exchanged a glance. WellRyoka glanced at Erin and the young woman scratched at the back of her head vaguely.

No? I mean, Im not gonna do anything.

Could you get them here if you wanted to?

Ryoka was genuinely curious. She was still at The Wandering Inn. She had to leave. Soon. And she had to create a miracle before the summers solstice. But for one more day, she was here. It wasnt about her, anyways.

Erin frowned.

Well, yeah. Obviously. I could get them if I needed to. Likescream through to Pallass and get Chaldion or Grimalkin? Thats easy.

The Centaur and City Runner exchanged a glance. The [Innkeeper] who claimed to be able to summon the [Grand Strategist] of all of Pallass

How, Erin? You could just shout something and Grimalkin comes running?

Yep.

Ryoka opened and closed her mouth. The worst part was that she believed it.

Give me an example. Please?

The [Innkeeper] frowned for a moment.

Umokay. I open the door and scream dead gods! Ive got so many muscles! That new soup really does work! Id better give this to all the Antinium and see what happens! And then I shut the door. Itll probably work, right?

Palt nearly dropped the cigar as he covered his stomach, laughing. Ryoka laughed too, holding the table. A giggling little Gnoll stopped creeping up on her from behind.

That was why hed fallen a bit in love. That madness. Like one of the Elusive Lot, but without the need to prank and infuriate everyone in sight. The Centaur looked wistfully at Erin.

Youre an inspiration to tricksters everywhere, Miss Erin. I salute you. And if youd like to ever try my illicit drugsplease know that theyre all sincerely for peoples relaxation and state of mind. I sell nothing dangerous. And Id be happy to show you how they work.

Erin blinked at him. She smiled and laughed as Ryoka gave her a look from behind Palt.

Ohmaybe sometime, Palt. I dunno, its not my thing. Uhwhy are you going to meet Grimalkin and Chaldion? Is something wrong?

An excellent deflection. Palt sighed. Was she even aware of how he felt? Wellbusiness awaited. The Centaur turned.

Just something unpleasant on the wind. I dont know if you two know of it. It might be connected toyour people.

Perhaps naively, he was unprepared for the way the two young women focused on him.

What? What thing? Is it Joseph?

Erin danced around Palt, looking suddenly worried. Ryoka stared at Palt. He hesitated.

No, no. Its not even confirmed. Im going to do some digging, thats all. And warn both Chaldion and Magus Grimalkin aboutsome of your friends in Wistram noticed thisits this phenomenon known as the Golden Triangle. Have you heard about it?

Noooo

Erin frowned as Ryokas head rose and her eyes sharpened further. Palt sighed as he scrubbed at his hair.

Its this concept where you give money to someone else. This groupand they invest it in adventurers, [Mages], and so on. Onlywere not sure, Wistram, that isthat the organization or adventurers exists. We cant find any records of them anywhere. And the people who give money are encouraged to get other people to join, and they get more money if they do on top of money for their investment

He trailed off. Ryoka looked pale. Erin was frowning, as if listening to something far distant, trying to recall something.

That sounds likea golden triangle. T-Triforce? No, wait. Illuminati? UmPyramids? No, it starts with a P. Pp

Ponzi scheme, Erin. Its a fucking Ponzi Scheme. No, wait. Its more like a pyramid marketinggolden triangle my ass.

Ryoka Griffin snapped. Palts saw her shoulder slump. He took the cigar out of his mouth.

You know what it is?

Of course.

The Centaur and City Runner turned to Erin. The [Innkeeper] blinked a few times. Then she remembered what the word meant. Her face fell. She closed her eyes and said another phrase that would have gotten Grimalkin and Chaldion to come running.

Oh, shit.

Relc bought a new puzzle with the money hed earned from the Golden Triangle. He felt good about it too; he could afford the best magical puzzles with his new revenue source.

Youre flush with gold today. You can usually afford only the cheap stuff. Even the magic wires?

The [Trader] gave Relc a pleased grin. The Drake gave him a smug grin in return.

You know it. Im part of The Golden Triangle. In fact, Im a Diamond-backer. Thats a special rank. I get gold per month and more of a cut if I sign people up. Have you heard of it?

The Human man snorted.

Have I heard of it? Of course! Im a backer too. Gold.

Ooh, you got on it quick! How much have you turned into a profit?

The man jingled his coin pouch with a pleased grin.

A good amount. Im going to put a hundred gold into it next month, though. Unlike you I have to pay to move up in ranks.

Hey! I enlisted at least a thousand people! Probably more, since they started enlisting other people too. Look at my coins!

The Drake [Guardsman] slapped gold onto the traders counter for his money, not hiding the fact that he had lots more. The [Trader] inhaled, his eyes shining.

Dead gods. All that from Diamond-rank?

Hard work. I get a larger cut than Golds too. If Im lucky, Ill move up to Platinum. And you know why? Because I signed people up. Everyone knows Senior Guardsman Relc is onto a good thing, right?

Relc grinned. It had been part of his success. He knew and met everyone as a [Guardsman]. The [Trader] sighed.

I was too late. But Ill put that hundred gold downsooner if you pay for something else.

Nah. Ive got what I want. And I need to buy my kid a gift. A new saddle, maybe. She likes horses.

The big Drake chortled as he scooped up puzzle after puzzle and put it in his belt pouch. The last was a wire puzzle, infinitely complex. The two wires were tangled together, even fused together in places, seemingly. You had to pull them apart by performing infinitely complex trickseven putting them in water to get them to separate.

Ooh. Magic. I wanted this for ages. Hey, how hard is it?

Ullsinoi, the creators, rate it at Tier 8 out of 10. Youre not solving this in a month, Relc. And you cant brute-force it like the other puzzles.

The Drake gave the [Trader] an arch look.

I never do. AlthoughI bet I could break the puzzle if I felt like it.

Yeah, sure. And Im

The Human eyed Relcs arms and decided not to push the point. The Drake waved to the man.

Thanks! Come next month! Ill have more money and so will you!

If Im not Platinum and retired? Sure!

The two laughed as they walked off. Relc hummed as he tried to undo the wire puzzle, walking down the street. This was his first stop after signing that Gnoll woman up. Shed been interested in his sales pitchnot so much his best pickup lines.

Oh well. Embria still hadnt found him so she was working. The Drake paused for a moment.

Hed solve the puzzles later. Right nowhe was hungry. And he wanted to talk to someone. So he went to the only place he thought of these days.

The Wandering Inn.

Ponzi schemes. Pyramid, multi-level marketing. The concept was simple. Money was shuffled around and for a while, it looked like the system worked. But like all flawed thingsit collapsed.

It had to. These things were designed to go down like a fireball. And the masterminds would scurry away with the money while everyone else got hurt.

Oh, you could profit off of it. If you were on the ground floor, youd make lots of money. That was why it worked. The illusion lasted just long enough to make it appealing.

But it was really a gamble. Someone had organized this. Someone was gambling that they could take everything and run before it fell to ruin. And when it didpeople would lose everything.

It put a black taste in Palts mouth, even as he smoked and talked with people in Pallass. The Centaur was affable, sharing out joints, talking topeople.

The Golden Triangle? My friend, I was one of the first people in Pallass. Im not Platinum-rank or even Mithril-rank. Im Orichalcum. The next is Adamantine.

The Gnoll puffed out his chest as he took a joint. Palt exhaled a plume of smoke and it swirled around the fellow.

And after that? I assume theres an even higher rank?

The well-bedecked Gnoll with a new, fancy suit, multiple magical rings on his person and stars in his eyes, blinked. He was new to wealthhe had been a common [Sigilist] before. Someone who carved runes into stone. He had not done the enchanting, lacking a [Mage] class, but hed made good money.

Now he was rich. One of the highest ranks in the Golden Triangle. The Gnoll hesitantly smoked on his dreamleaf cigar. Palt blew more smoke out of his lips. It wasorange-pink.

Nice cigar. Is it magical?

Actually, its one of my more expensive items. Dozens of gold per each. Want a puff?

Palt offered it. The Gnoll greedily took it.

I could afford a case, you know. And Im just Orichalcumyeah. Between you and me, I hear theres a rank higher than Adamantine. But good luck getting to it. Im willing to put down thousands of goldand I earned it all through the Golden Trianglebut for higher ranks? Some of the nobility are willing to pay that much forI hear its called Dragonscale-rank.

Dragonscale. Palt kept his face straight as the Gnoll whispered the words. It was just a name. Meaningless. But the Golden Triangle had all the makings of a cult. Give to the Triangle and you would ascend the steps. And you would receiveth.

It made him sick. But he kept up his friendly smile as the Gnoll inhaled the magical smoke and coughed. And it made him more talkative.

Truth isI know the first person in Pallass who was part of the Triangle. Nowif you were to ask about it, you could go to her. Shes Adamantite. You hear me?

Impressive!

Palt exclaimed. The Gnoll nodded a few times.

Shes a Dullahan. Still signing people up. She doesnt show off her moneyshe put it all back into the Triangle since shes trying for Dragonscale-rank. Now me, I want to live a bit. But shell be richer than Iits confidential, you understand?

Of course.

The Centaurs fingers twitched. More of the smoke whirled around the two. The Gnoll didnt notice. He was inhaling both dreamleaf and Palts cigar.

The [Illusionist] had not told Erin a lie. He did not sell any dangerous drugs. But that didnt mean he didnt have any. People knew Palt was a [Smoker]. But so few wondered what that class could do.

This. The smoke was addling the Gnolls senses and mind. Making him friendly. Talkative. Palt was deliberately not inhaling his cigars fumes. He took a draft as the Gnoll passed it back, held it in his lungsbut he had a [Smokers Lungs] Skill that allowed him to just exhale the cloud.

Phew. Thats something. I love it. Could you sell mea few of them?

The Gnoll was glassy-eyed. Palt eyed him.

For you, friend? I can sell you a few of my special items.

And he did. Passing dreamleaf cigars off as the special stuff. He charged only his normal rates, pretending it was a massive discount. It was a trick, but Palt didnt sell his special cigars.

He had a few. Like the ones hed used on Pisces. The one he was smoking now was designed to make friends. The Centaur let the Gnoll gohe patted the Gnoll on the shoulder and murmured something.

Might want to clear the smoke. You know how Pallass is. [Brisk Breeze]and take one of these to do something about your breath. Free of charge for a friend.

The smoke blew away and the Gnoll blinked as Palt handed him a near-translucent cigar. He grinned as the Centaur lit it for him.

It would detoxify his system fast. The Centaur trotted off as the Gnoll began to puff it. The [Illusionist] made tracks in case the Gnoll figured out hed been under the influence and called the Watch. But Palt doubted it would come to that.

He was on the hunt. His Master, one of the Elusive Lot, had told him to try and find out where the Golden Triangle had originated from. Palt was motivated because it was an important assignment

And because hed talked with Erin and Ryoka. The Golden Triangle made him sick. He liked pranks as much as anyone else. But this? This was too large. Ryoka Griffinwho he regarded as a prize for his faction as big as Erinhad spoken about the kind of devastation this scheme could bring. Rich people? Well, theyd lose money and that was terrible and all that. But poor people would lose everything.

It could devastate an economy like a Walled City. And Pallass was an early adopter of the Golden Triangle. It was on everyones lips. Palt picked up the pace. He hurried to find the Adamantine-level member of the Golden Triangle, the only one in the city. This was where he excelled. Subterfuge, making connections.

Palt was a mediocre duelist in straight-up combat. But who fought in duels these days? He put a second cigar in his mouth and began to chain-smoke two. He was going to need to be very persuasive to get this Dullahan to talk. They hated smoking.

At the same time as Palt moved and a Drake ambled towards The Wandering Inn, a Gnoll was in distress. Or rathershe was angry and that put those around her in distress.

Bearclaw snarled from one of the safe houses Mr. Soot owned. The Gnoll womana specimen of physical danger even by Gnoll standardspaced back and forth as she clenched her paws.

Who are the Gentlemen Callers? Why are they guarding the damn inn?

She snarled at Soot. The Drake was pale. His bodyguards shifted as they stood behind him, but the Drake kept his seat. He never visited Bearclaw without at least eight bodyguards these days.

She wasnt alone. She had a gang, comprised of Liscors most violent criminals. And Bearclaw was a lion among cats even then. They waited for their boss orders. She had taught them a new level of violence. Shed killed two Senior Guardsman within a week of visiting Liscor. Now she was hiding out, avoiding attracting the Watchs attention since she was tailed whenever she left the safe houses.

But you couldnt keep a thing like Bearclaw caged for long. She had a mission. Abduct the white Gnoll child, Mrsha. Kill the Crazy Human of Liscoror kidnap her as well. Erin Solstice. Steal the magic door

The bounties through the underworld had been enough to attract Bearclaws attention. And the money offered for each was going up over time, not down. All things being equal, she should have been happy about that.

However. There was a point at which any [Gambler] knew it was time to make a choice. Where the betting pool got too high and you grabbed what you couldor you waited a moment longer for a bigger reward.

But wait too long and youd get nothing at all. Bearclaw did not like how much attention The Wandering Inn was getting.

Thats four, five Gold-rank teams, even if theyre not all there. Plus any number of high-level irregulars. A [Grand Mage]? We should call this off

He flinched as Bearclaw spun on him. Her steel claws and her actual claws were both out.

No one scares me off. Ive killed Gold-ranks before. Tell thesethese Gentlemen to back off.

Bearclaw, please. No one tells the Gentlemen Callers

The Gnoll woman slammed her fists on the table. The thick wood cracked. The [Bodyguards] tensed, reaching for their weapons as Mr. Soot recoiled. The Drake [Mastermind Criminal] stared at Bearclaw.

Tell. Them. They get in the way and Ill deal with them personally. Im Bearclaw. You think my gang is afraid of a Human gang from the north?

She straightened.

Were running out of time. Im not sticking around for the inn to get even hotter. Were acting.

I thought you were going to wait

The Drake put up his claws as Bearclaw pointed at him.

I changed my mind. Listen up! I want you to put together a big raid. On the inn. They get that door. Its just sitting there. Ill handle the other targets.

Whatwhat will you do?

The Gnoll woman smiled unpleasantly.

I dont have to get them all. The Gnoll child is kidnap. The Human? You can arrange her death if I cant grab her. I even know where she plays. So listen. When I give the signal

She was growling at Mr. Soot. And he was seeing his tenure as a gang leader in Liscor reaching its end. Because if they went after Erin Solstice, who had ties to Liscors new Councilif they went after Mrsha, or stole the magic door that was making Liscor so famous? Zevara would have his head.

Bearclaw, cant we wait? Lets look for an opportunity

Mr. Soot saw the Gnoll womans eyes narrow. As if she could see his second thoughts. But she only smiled then, hugely, with all her teeth. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Soot felt the bodyguards stir, but he signaled them with his tail. He was holding his concealed wand very tightly as Bearclaw leaned in. He could smell her last mealmeat.

Soot, you and I are partners. We do this and Ill cut you in on the profits. Who needs Liscor after this? You can set up in another city, and live like a [Prince] off the money. Were not going to risk anything. Its a nice mission

Mr. Soot. A [Message]. Big news from the Invisibles.

The Gnoll woman broke off. Mr. Soot looked up, grateful for the reprieve. One of his assistants was staring wide-eyed at a [Message] scroll.

Theyre putting out abig offer. They want anyone connected with the Golden Triangle taken out. And they have a list. Ancestors.

What is it?

The Gnoll woman saw Mr. Soot reaching for the scroll. He blinked, swore, and then showed it to her.

The Academya faction of them deals with us, Bearclaw. Theyre offering lots of money to take out these targets.

There were only four names for Liscor. But one of them made Mr. Soot just shake his head.

They must not know the levels of their targets. We can do the other threebut that one?

Senior Guardsman Relc Grasstongue. Bearclaws eyes widened. She looked upthen she smiled.

Why not?

Mr. Soot and the others froze. One of them began.

Hes a Senior Guardsman

Then he remembered who Bearclaw had killed. The Gnoll fell silent. Bearclaw looked at Mr. Soot.

I remember him. Big Drake. Spear?

A [Spearmaster]. Bearclaw, hes the Watchs finest. It wouldnt be wise to

Mr. Soot saw the dangerous look in Bearclaws eyes. He paused. And thensomething went off in his head. The [Mastermind] steepled his claws and gave her a worried look.

It wouldnt be wise to tangle with him. Not worth the effort. He could hurt even you

You think he could beat me? Me?

The Gnoll snarled. Mr. Soot suppressed an inner smile.

I didnt say that! I just said

I remember him. Him and that Ant-monster. He challenged me. And the Ant-things gone, right?

Bearclaw checked the reward again. But the number didnt matter. She was smiling, now.

Change of plans. Soot, Ill send my people after the other targets. But this? Ill do this for fun.

She waved the contract at Soot. The Drake hesitated. The other targets.

Shouldnt we wait for?

And then he realized hed made a mistake. Because Bearclaw put one huge paw on his shoulder.

No, Soot. Were doing this together. Just in case you have any doubts. Youre going to wait right here while this all goes down. So if we failwe do it together. The door, the Gnoll, the Human. And this Relc. I want them all.

She smiled hugely. And Soot cursed. Because Bearclaw was insane. But he also couldnt run. She was holding his shoulder. So when you were this deep in the water and air was running outyou kept diving. Hoping there was a pocket of air below.

The problem was that Soot felt like Bearclaw was a big fish. Bigger than he was, certainly. But she still came from a lake. Liscor was a pond, a puddle. But some things swam in the sea.

The Wandering Inn put a smile on Relcs face. It always did. He liked it here.

Hey! Its me! Did anyone miss me?

He shouted into the common room as he entered. It was one of his lines and unlike some pubs or bars where theyd groan and put away the expensive breakables, here he got a smile.

Relc!

Erin Solstice looked up from a table where she was sitting with Ryoka. Relc grinned and walked over to her. It was a good day, a great day. Money jingled in his coin pouch and he was in the mood to eat, drink, watch plays

He was so glad hed been allowed back here. The Drake could remember the time hed been banned. Actuallyhe remembered that Relc. The one whod killed some Goblins because of course he did.

Strange. He felt guilty about it now. Even though hed killed more Goblins than he could count in war. But

The Drake passed by a table where a Hobgoblin was drinking and sharing lunch with Bird. They were both having a chicken. Relc paused and nodded.

Hey, Numbtongue.

Hey.

The [Bard] grunted back. Relc extended a fist and the Hobgoblin touched it with his. Just that. But Relc grinned and walked past him. Hed made an effort, again.

He still felt guilty. It wasso hard to wrap his mind around. Goblins. The same ones who were monsters in Liscors armys handbook. In his. Theyd killed his parents. They were monsters.

Except some of them werent. Hed been so angry at Erin, a long time ago, it felt. But hed changed. The Drake walked on. Hed had to change. Erin had helped him with that. He owed her a lot.

As Relc walked, waving at people, at Menolit, who was a fellow ex-[Soldier], slapping Ishkrs shoulder and nearly making the Gnoll lose control of his trayhe passed by Lyonette and Pawn. The [Princess] was sitting with the Antinium.

Pawn, heres some food. Are youokay?

Lyonette stared at Pawn anxiously. The Antinium looked at her.

HelloI am Pawn. But you know this. Hello, Lyonette.

Hello, Pawn. I think you had too much of that stuff Palt gave you. Here. Eat food. He said that helps.

Lyonette worriedly offered Pawn some of Garrys special acidfly-bread. The Antinium nibbled at it and then looked around.

I feel good. Is thiswhat Heaven feels like? WheeI feel as though I am flying

He waved his arms lethargically. Bird looked around instantly. Lyonette sighed. But she felt fairly mellow too.

Relc just grinned. He saw dreamleafs effects on Pawnheck, he could smell it coming off Lyonette from the times hed had to confiscate the stuff. And he didnt care.

There was being a [Guardsman] like Klbkch did it, and being a [Guard]. You had to let things slide for friends. Relc understood that. He followed the law. But you couldfinagle things. Like a wire puzzle. He waved at Erin as she smiled at him.

Hey Erin, whats happening?

Relc! Wellits been sort of a quiet day. I was just chatting with Palt about this thingcome on, sit down. Do you want anything to eat?

I havent eaten much today. What do you have?

Uhuhhowzabout some stir-fry rice stuff? Ryoka made it.

Because you had rice, Erin. I need to take some with me when I go north.

Ryoka Griffin was sitting with Mrsha. The Gnoll was happily noshing on the rice dish Ryoka had insisted on making upon discovering that rice existed and that Erin had acquired some through Palt and Lasica. Ryoka fed Mrsha another spoonful as Relc brightened.

I like both those words. Stir and fry, huh? Isnt rice that chewy stuff? Lets have it! And somesome ice cream?

Ice cream for lunch?

Erin raised her brows, smiling. But she was already flagging Ishkr down. Relc chortled.

And blue juice! I can pay for it all, Erin. Im rolling in the coins today!

Wow! Did Zevara pay you more or something? Ishkr, the stir fry, a big plate, ice cream

The Drake snorted.

Captain Z? She never increases my pay. No, its this great thingbut wait. Howve you been?

Normally, when Erin asked what was happening, Relc didnt have much to say. He did his job. New blacksmith puzzles werent interesting. He could complain about Klbkch, or talk about interesting little events in his job. But his life was just that. Erin was usually the person with new stuff.

Wellwork in Celum is continuing. But Magnolia sent liketons of people to help. So Liscor isnt as needed. I suppose shes good at that. Joseph is teaching people how to play soccerfootball. Theyre actually outside of Liscor. Ekirras part of the kids team. I think Kevins helping with that. Uhuhoh! There was that thing with Palt! Some jerks are making this evil schemeright, Ryoka? Hey, you know Relc, right?

Erin twisted in her seat as Ryoka looked up dourly. Relc vaguely recognized her. He waved.

I think Ive seen you around. Did I arrest you or something?

She actually looked like someone hed tried one of his world-class pickup lines on. But Relc hoped that wasnt the case. Because he was fairly sure shed shot him down if that was the case. Hed never impressed a Humanwhat few of them had come to Liscor before Erin.

Ryoka stared at Relc.

No, you raced me. Ryoka Griffin.

Relcs eyes widened.

Hey, thats right! And you were with that crazy adventurer! UhRegrika! She was tough

He saw Ryoka flinch. Erin hesitated and Relc caught himself.

good to see you again. Yeah.

Yeah.

The young woman gave him a strained smile. Relc nodded awkwardly. Now, Klbkch would probably say dont bring that up again. So he wouldnt. Relc turned back to Erin.

Big stuff. But its all cool now, right? It was fun playing that kick-the-ball game! Think Liscor will put me on the team?

Erin grinned. Relc was aware he was fastbut the fine art of control where you kicked the ball was beyond him.

If you want to, Relc. I think theyre accepting applications. It could be a cool hobby, right?

Well, I have one. ListenIve got a lot of money now

Erin saw Relc reaching for his belt pouch. She called out distractedly as she noticed the position of the sun.

Ryoka! Is Mrsha done with her lunch? Shes got a play date with Ekirra and Visma at the park!

Got it. Am I taking her?

Mrsha nodded eagerly as Ryoka turned to her. Erin smiled.

Actuallythats Drassis job. But you can go with her.

I will. Mrsha, lets finish your lunch and then we canno, not like that!

The Gnoll began to gobble with her paws instead of her spoon. Ryoka, exasperated, tried to stop her. Relc grinned. But he was impatiently fishing something out of his belt pouch.

As I was saying, Erin.

Oh, sorry. What is it?

Its this new thing. I didnt get a chance to talk to you about itbutwait, let me give you the speech. Ive been making a ton of money off it. My side job, really. Here. Ive memorized it. So you can read while I talk. Look at how much gold I have! Its all because Ive been part of this grand investment thing

Ryoka Griffin was picking up Mrsha. But she slowed as Relc plunked his bulging coin pouch on the table and handed Erin a folded up bit of paper. She opened the crinkled paper and saw

A golden triangle. A pyramid, really. Her face froze. Relc leaned back in his chair.

Its called The Golden Triangle. Have you heard of it? Its the newest thing and everyones making money off of it. The way it works ishave you heard of investment?

He was smiling with excitement, ready to help Erin make a fortune. Of course, shed only be Copper-rank, not Diamond like him. But in time and if she signed people uphe was so caught up in the speech that he didnt see Erin putting down the paper.

for a small fee, you can join. And you get dividends, which means

Relc.

its a return each month, and you get more profits for everyone you sign up. I bet with your door you could get thousands of signups. Tens of thousands! Ive got a thousand so far, but I get credit for all the people you sign up, you see. And there are ranks

Relc!

The big Drake stopped. He looked down at the tone in Erins voice. She was staring at him, pale-faced. The Drake hesitated.

What? Erin?

The [Innkeeper] slowly looked at the paper. Then at Ryoka. She looked at Relc and shook her head.

Oh no. Relc

The Senior Guardsman saw it in Erins eyes first. He smiled, uncertainly.

What? Erin, have you heard about it? I bet not. I practically brought it to Liscor. Its most common in the Walled Citieswell, a lot of Merchants Guilds are on top of it. Big cities have lots of signups. But IErin?

It was in her eyes. The same look as when shed seen him with the Goblin heads. The Drake felt the world sliding. Desperately, he held onto the table. Pretended gravity still worked.

Its made me lots of money. Its great, really. Iwhats wrong?

Such a good day. But he knew. As soon as the young woman opened her mouth, the world turned upside down. Again. And like when hed quit the army, when Embria had run away to join up, when Klbkch had left, when hed been banned from the inn

The Drake was falling through an upside down world. And everything that should be

Wasnt.

It took Erin twenty minutes to explain. Ryoka Griffin stood there, seeing the Drake. He was a big guy. Not as big as Grimalkinwho looked like what every bodybuilder dreamed of becoming, too muscular.

No, Relc was just huge. He looked like the kind of guyDrakewho was a natural fit for heavy-contact activities. Put him in a ring with a pair of gloves and hed do well.

He was apparently a Senior Guardsman. Alsougly. According to Drassi. Ryoka didnt see it herself. She didnt know Relc, except that hed raced her twice and he was fast. Unfairly fast. Erin said he was a good guy, despite issues with Goblins.

What Ryoka saw was cracks. At first Relc didnt believe.

No, listen, Erin. Ive been with them for over a month now. Its solid. Look at this! Gold!

The young woman shook her head, ignoring the gold coins he slapped on the table.

Relc. Thats how it works. Youre making money because you were first. Its a scam.

No its not. They have investments. See, there are these adventurers and [Mages]the money goes to them and it comes back when they make big discoveries.

Which adventurers? What [Mages]? Relc, theyre made up.

The Drake pounded a fist on the table. Desperately. Ryoka saw it in his face.

No! Its not! I have names! See? This is one of the Marshland Riders team. Theyre Gold-ranks.

Right. Do they exist?

Do they exist? Erin, I have reports! I get them each month on what they did! They killed a bunch of Trolls last month!

But that could be a lie. Who are these [Mages]? Have you heard about them before the Golden Triangle?

N-no. Butlisten, Erin. I dont know what Palt says. What does he know? Hes just aan [Illusionist]. Look, this is real money. Everyone I know has been getting it.

Ryoka Griffin broke in, then.

Does everyone get money? People who just signed up dont get much, right?

And the Drake hesitated. He looked up, slowly.

Not yet. But they will. They just need to

sign up more people. Right? They get the profits. Thats why you have money, Relc. But what about all the people you sign up?

Erin reached out and touched Relcs claw. He jerked, as if the touch were electrified. The Drake looked around, holding onto the money pouch as if it solved everything.

W-well. They just have to sign up more people. It works, Erin. I dont see how thats

Relc. How many people are in Liscor? If you signed up a thousandand all those people need to sign up a thousandthats already ten times Liscors entire population. And what happens to the people they sign up?

The Drake opened his mouth. He hadnt thought of that. He lifted a gold coin in a shaking claw.

But the investmentthat makes more money. Right?

It doesnt exist, Relc. The entire thing is the money people get from signing more people up. Itsjust words.

Cracking. Mrsha was looking at Relc. Ryoka slowly motioned for Drassi to take her away. She didnt notice the watchers. She was focused on Relc.

It wasfamiliar to her. Like when she had run south, to the Bloodfields. The same look in the Drake. He shook the coins at Erin, desperately.

How can it be fake? Merchants Guilds are in on this, Erin! Nobles!

Im sure they are. It just means they were all tricked. Its happened before.

Erin and Relc looked up at Ryoka. She spoke from experience. It had happened in Earth. So many smart people, allegedly smart people, had joined up to these schemes. Because what was sold wasnt the idea itself in pure, logical form. What was sold wasthe allure of it. That was how a con worked.

And Relc was at the heart of it. The Drake shook his head as Erin and Ryoka spoke.

No. Itsyoure wrong. It cant be. Why would I get gold if it was fake?

You were lucky, Relc. You were first. But its going to fall apart. Please. You have to stop. Tell people its not real.

It is real! It has to be!

The Drake stood up. Ryoka felt a twinge of alarm. Relc pushed down on the table.

Dont say its fake! That cant be true!

Why? Why not?

Because it cant be

That was all he had. The Drake looked around. Erin stared at the gold coins.

Relc

No!

He brought his fists down on the table. Ryoka saw the entire table jump. The wood itself cracked. Erin stood up, backing away from the table as the other guests looked around. Relcs fists tightened.

I didnt come here toit was a great thing. Its not true. Youre mistaken.

He looked up, shaking. Ryoka felt sick to her stomach. Relc had signed up one thousand people. And they had all probably tried to sign up their friends. You didnt have to pay gold to enter The Golden Triangle, but it was encouraged. You got to start at a higherrank if you did. But the bare minimum was just silver.

How many people were signed up? Why hadnt Erin heard of it? It was spreading like rot through Liscor, and all the cities. That was why.

Relc. Listen to me. You can stop this. You have to spread the word. Wewe need to speak to the Council. Erin, people have to know.

Ryoka spoke urgently. The Drake was shaking his head. Erin looked up.

Tell the Council?

Yes. Everyone has to know. Wheres Montressa and Beza? If Palt knowsdoes Wistram know?

Ryoka had been avoiding them. But this was different. She feltshe knew this was the work of someone from Earth. It had to be. Someone had invented a Ponzi scheme and unleashed it.

Ill get in touch with Krshia. I think shes working. We can tell her about it. Relc

Shut up!

The Drake hit the table again. This time it cracked. Ryoka flinched as the wood itself gave way before the [Spearmaster]s fury. Relc stood there, panting. Ryoka reached for Erin. She had seen this, felt that rage.

But Erin Solstice didnt back away. She looked at Relc. And Ryoka feltshe withdrew her hand.

Relc.

The aura of the inn was heavy around Erin. Not pushing on anyone. But Relc looked up. The young woman stood there. Staring at him gravely.

Not without kindness. That was the hardest part. The [Innkeeper] hesitated. But then she spoke.

Its not real. The Golden Triangle is fake. RelcI know you put so much time into it. But it is going to fall apart. Ryoka and I know it. Because ofwhere we come from.

His eyes widened. Ryoka opened her mouth, but Erin went on.

Believe us. Believe me. I know its not real. Someones done something cruel. And I cant force you to take my words. But Relc. It is bad. And if you keep selling the Golden Triangleyou cant be in this inn. Im sorry.

An ultimatum. Ryoka felt the wrongness of it. She tensed.

Erin

It was her way or nothing. That was Erin Solstice. Relc inhaled, heavily. His fists were clenched, his eyes hot.

Is that it?

No. Its not. Erin, dont ban him. Keep talking.

But its wrong, Ryoka.

The [Innkeeper] glared at Ryoka. And the City Runner felt a hot flash. This was Palt and drugs. If Erin hated somethingshe opposed it with all her might. She was as stubborn asas

Ryoka. But Erin Solstice didnt know what it was like to feel everything falling apart. And that was what was happening to Relc. The table began to reassemble itself, thanks to Erins Skill. But the Drake was alone.

Relc. I know its hard to accept. Listen to me. Its no ones fault. We only know because

The Drake moved. Ryoka paused as she reached for him. He looked at her for a second, and then at Erin.

So thats it? Im banned if I keep doing this?

No.

Yes. Im sorry, Relc. But I know its bad.

Erins voice was level. Ryoka hissed. Relc glanced at her. His claws were tight. Ryoka expected him to take a swingperhaps not at Erin, but at the table, maybe. It was what she would have done. The worst part was that Erin had no proof. It was so hard to convince someone in the thick of a scam that it was false. Ryoka searched for words

And Relc nodded. His shoulder slumped.

Feels familiar.

The two young women stared at him. So did the other guests. Relc looked around. It was easy to describe Guardsman Relc. He was

I did this once, didnt I? About the Goblins. I got kicked out and thenturns out I was wrong.

The Drake reflected to no one at all. He looked at Erin.

You were right about that. Looks like Im always the idiot. That sounds right. More than anything else.

Erins face fell.

I didnt mean that, RelcIm just worried aboutlisten

She reached out. Relc backed away. He reached for the money pouch, the gold coins. And then he looked at Ryoka, helplessly.

Its all fake? Every bit of it?

She could almost feel him spinning, falling in his head. The City Runners throat constricted.

It is. Listenyou didnt know. Sit down. Relax. You didnt know.

You have to

Erin, shut up.

Ryoka turned on the [Innkeeper]. How was she not seeing Relcs pain? But the Drake just turned away as Erin blinked and Ryoka grabbed at her.

Nah. I get it already. Its gotta be true. I keep doing this. Klb would have warned me. Lets see

He stared blankly out a window. Ryoka turned to him.

Listen, Relc

Ive got to go.

He spoke dreamily. The Drake began walking for the door. Erin and Ryoka both followed.

Relc! Wait! Im not mad at you. I justcome sit back down. Lets talk about what to do.

Erin reached for him, but the Drake was speeding up. He walked out of the common room. Towards the magic door. Drassi disappeared through it with Mrsha. The Gnoll waved excitedly at Ryoka and the City Runner had almost forgotten about the park. She saw a figure disappear through the doorway after the two. But that wasnt important.

Relc

The Drake paused at the door. He looked back at Erin. In complete darkness, falling again and againthat was what Ryoka thought he must be feeling. But shedid not know him.

Erin.

The [Guard] spoke. He leaned on the door, looking very tired. The [Innkeeper] halted.

Relc?

If youre rightIve got to fix this. Save my seat. Ill make it right. Youll see.

His claw tightened on the doorframe. Then the Drake slowly walked into Liscor. Ryoka Griffin stood there. She blinked, once. Erin turned to her.

What does that mean?

It meantRyoka thought. She saw Relc walking through the city, tail dragging, shoulder slumped. Holding his bag of coins. She breathed a word.

Oh.

It meant he was going to do the right thing. Relc was indeed spinning. The world turned upside down and kept throwing him about. He hated it.

Spearhis spear that he always carried was familiar. He knew it. Everything else? He hated how nothing else made sense.

It was such a good thing. It couldnt be true, could it? But Relc trusted Erin. She had been right. She wasa friend.

You had to stand by friends. 1000%. He had been wrong once. That was Relc. Good old Relc, [Sergeant] Relc, the idiot. Now that he thought about itit made sense.

Why would I be doing well in the Golden Triangle if it was real, huh? Me?

The Drake laughed to himself as he leaned on a wall. He still felt dizzy. Aimlessly, he looked around. Where did he start? They were everywhere.

Start at the last place you were. In the battlefield, you fought the enemy in front of you. Relc clung to that. He began to run.

He ran back through the city, towards his apartment. The bag of gold, his profits from the Golden Triangle in one claw. The gold was real. But it was fake. The Drake, panting, stopped by an apartment next to his house. He hammered on the door.

Eventually, a Gnoll woman opened it. She blinked at Relc.

Senior Guardsman? Is this about the Golden Triangle? Do you need more money? I havent gotten my certificate

Relc felt in the coin pouch. With shaking hands, he produced ten silver coins. And looked at them. The Gnoll womans enlistment fee. And that was the minimum.

For a long time, the Senior Guardsman stood there. Head bowed. So much so that the Gnoll woman grew nervous. But eventually, he looked up.

The thing about Guardsman Relcin a sentencewas this. He was still a Senior Guardsman. He didnt enforce the law like Klbkch. But he had earned his rank. He had spread the Golden Triangle through Liscor because he was Relc. To the same people who had voted to give him the rank. The Drake clenched his hand on the bag of money. Then he shook his head.

No. No. Misstheres been a terrible misunderstanding. Listen. The Golden Triangleis a scam.

He didnt believe it himself. Part of him hoped he was wrong. But the Gnoll womans eyes widened. And Relc felt the illusion fading. Like a magic curse on him, only one made of lies and words. Hopes and dreams. He breathed out.

Heres your money back. Spread the word. Its fake. Dont give money to it. Listen

That was the first house he visited. The first house was easy. Relc held the little bag of coins. Then he went into his apartment and got the rest. At first the pouch jingled. Then it was thin.

Empty. But there were more houses. The Drake walked. And never saw the shadows creeping up on him from behind.

This is a disaster.

He believed. It did not take him long. Palt had given the speech to Grimalkin and talked for nearly forty minutes before the Drake saw the enormity of the problem and gotten him an audience.

But Chaldion believed in ten minutes. Not because he was better with numbers, but because he believed in the worst. That was a [Strategist]s job. And when he believedhe acted.

Magus Grimalkin? Send word. I need a [Senator]. And the Watch Captains on duty. Every one of them. Call for an emergency meeting of the Assembly of Crafts, on my authority. The Watch Captains will arrest these high-ranking members of the Golden Triangle at once.

Palt stood in the [Healer]s clinic as Chaldion tried to rise. She came in.

Grand Strategist, you cannot leave. You need to recover

My leg is nearly healed. Ill address the Assembly from this bed if I must!

The Drake snapped at her. He struggled to get up, but the Gnoll woman pushed him down with one paw. Grimalkin nodded.

I can present the information, Strategist. Ill be back.

He was muttering a [Haste] spell even as he left. Palt saw him flash out the door. The Centaur shuffled his hooves.

Can I assume Pallass will take action, Grand Strategist?

At once. You have my word. The other Walled Cities will need persuading. I can just see some of those idiots in Salazsar refusing to believebut this Golden Triangle dies in Pallass today.

The Drake snapped. He lay back in bed as the [Healer] fussed around him. The Drake looked up at Palt.

So Wistram knows?

The Academy might. But my Master sent me specifically. Myfaction is privy to a lot of information the rest of Wistram does not have, so I was sent immediately, Grand Strategist. I have no doubt the Academy is combatting this situation as best they can

Palt smoked from his cigaruntil the [Healer] snatched it from his lips. He sighed. He had to be cagey in representing Wistram. Chaldion just looked at him.

I am sure they are. Well, you have my thanks for your faction.

His tone made it clear it only went that far. Palt nodded.

My investigation is complete, Grand Strategist, and I have made my report to my master. Eras much as I was able to discover.

You dont know who is behind this fraud?

Palt winced.

No, Grand Strategist.

The trail had gone cold from the Adamantium-rank Dullahan. He had persuaded her to tell him how shed gotten wind of the schemebut it was just coincidence.

The originating member of the triangle in Pallass knew someone in Oteslia who joined before she did. As far as I can tellthe Golden Triangle has roots in the Walled Cities. Everyone points to that. But Oteslia or another Walled CityI dont know which. Not Pallass.

We shall uncover that. Its enough to go on. Stay here. I need to address this situation. Now.

Palt did. The Watch Captains came hurrying into the room, panting. The [Senators] soon thereafter. When Grand Strategist Chaldion summoned them, they came.

This is the situation. There is a trick at work in PallassThe Golden Triangle. Some of you may be aware of it. I do not care. It is a scam, meant to take money and then collapse. On my authority as Grand Strategist, I demand it end. Today.

They argued, of course. Two of the [Senators] had given funds to it. High-ranking members of Pallass had too! How was he certainChaldion shouted at them until the [Healer] made him quiet down.

That was the scam. The brilliance of it. You didnt know for certain it was a scam. And so long as you could cling to that, you were ensnared. It took force of will, experience, or just a streak of pessimism as deep as Chaldions to believe.

And he did. Chaldion did not play games. Within twenty minutes, the Watch Captains were sending their [Guards] after the people Palt had interviewed. The Assembly would be addressed by Magus Grimalkin and the nature of the scam hammered into their brains. Chaldion had sent a priority-[Message] to the other Walled Cities and incredulity was already flooding in.

Palt stood there, listening, explaining for Chaldion when the old Drake grew tired. Saliss poked his head into the clinic and no one stopped him. He listenedand believed quickly too. Pessimism ran in the family.

Trouble emerged when the numbers started coming in. Chaldion looked up.

How many are part of the Golden Triangle?

Sir. I was just on the 6^th floor and did a quick headcount. Even just the [Guards] and people I talked tothats already three thousand and counting. It wasnt even the entire 6^th.

Watch Captain Venims face was pale. Palt did the math. Even if they all gave the bare minimum, that was already 1,500 gold pieces in circulation. And he just bet theyd given more. If you assumed all 9 floors had that at a minimumand that was just a sparse headcount

Pallass might have as many as 50,000 people at least. The numbers could be double, triple that or even higher. Which would mean at least 25,000 gold pieces in this fraud. Againthe number could be exponentially higher.

Chaldion nodded tightly.

Arrest the largest members of the Golden Triangle. And issue a warning that no money is to be given out! Tell the Mages Guild they are to refuse any transactions of that nature.

Sir, the Mages Guild is autonomous

The Drake slapped the armrest of his magical bed.

Do it. Or I will arrest every [Mage] in the damned Guilds! What is Wistram doing?

Perhaps if Pallass were to issue an official complaint, sir?

Chaldion glared at Palt. But he exhaled.

I will draft one. Perhaps that will lead the Academy to act as well as your faction?

The Elusive Lot might have planned this very occurrence. Palt felt a shiver. Chaldion was a trusted voice. He nodded.

I assume so, Grand Strategist. However

Grand Strategist!

A [Guard] raced towards the clinic. He was nearly thrown back by the security in front of it.

Allow him to enter! What is it?

Chaldion looked up. The [Guard] was pale-faced. Palt felt an uneasy stir on his neck.

Sir. The Gnoll we were meant to arrest is dead. His throat was slit. The Dullahan woman hasdisappeared.

Slowly, the Grand Strategist and Venim turned. They looked at Palt. The Centaur went pale.

Mage Palt. Explain this.

II had no idea.

But Palt did. The Elusive Lot did not play games. They were pranksters. Tricksters. But when they stopped laughing, they were scary. Chaldion slowly looked around.

Change of orders. Venim, find those people. Take them into protective custody. Mage Palt?

Yes, Grand Strategist?

The Centaur was weak-kneed. The Grand Strategist looked at him.

Your faction has now interfered in Pallass. I will speak to them. Now. As for my goodwillyou are not arrested. Yet. Your master will speak to me immediately.

Yes, sir.

Palt was sweating as he raised a finger to his temple. Damn them. Then he had a thought.

Oh no. That meansits happening everywhere.

Chaldions good eye opened. He bellowed after Venim.

Send a [Message] spell to the cities!

It was also a lesson about Wistram that both Chaldion and Palt knew. They fought amongst themselves. They could be petty, fractured, terribly inefficient. But they were also Wistram Academy. They had more money than The Golden Triangle could have dreamed of, and the reach

People were dying. But only a few in each city. The gangs were aware. And they had been part of The Golden Triangle, or aware of it. The Elusive Lot had ties everywhere, and if they worried about their actionswell, it curried favor among the underworld.

No one liked being taken for a ride. And who would know the Elusive Lot was behind it? Only Palt, Chaldion, people who had ties with gangs. For the rest of the worldnews of The Golden Triangle was spreading. Slowly. Too slowly.

The scheme had already run through Liscor. Not as badly as other cities, perhaps. But enough money had been taken. Relcs coin pouch was empty. His little stash of coinsall but depleted. And it only covered a fraction of what had been spent.

He saw it now. The Drake walked down a street, body aching. People had shouted at himor not believed. Hed handed out coins, sometimes to bemusement, and seen that they were just going to invest it into the Triangle. They thought he was mad.

That was the worst part. Seeing what Erin had surely seen in him. The Drake hurt.

Perhaps that was why he walked into the ambush. He should have seen it coming. He did, actually. The empty street, the warning of his [Dangersense]it gave him precious seconds of warning.

Stillit was too late. Eighteen figures moved out on either side of the street. And one of them was huge.

Bearclaw grinned at Relc. She didnt need to say a word. The Drake chilled as he saw the figures. He didnt need to ask. He swung his spear up.

Damn.

Not now. He was off-duty. He wasnt wearing his armor. Klbkch wasnt here. The Drakes body came alive as he looked around. Nine in front, nine in back. [Thugs], [Rogues]each one armed. Swords, daggers, mainly. Few bigger weapons like spears. A club

Bearclaw had her steel claws. She grinned at him.

You mocked me. Hello, Senior Guardsman Relc. Youre in a lot of trouble.

Im always in trouble. Back off. Its been a really bad day, alright?

The Drake snarled. He looked around, putting his back to a wall. He reached with one claw for his belt. His whistle

He didnt have it. He only put it on when he was on-duty. Relc bellowed.

Guardsman in trouble! Call the Watch!

The others chuckled. Relc was pretty sure he was out of earshot. Or if a Gnoll could hear himthey might have been silenced by fear.

No ones coming. And no ones going to find you until Im away from the city. You shouldnt have bothered me, Drake.

The Gnoll woman had a big smile. Relc looked at her. She looked like a big, thug of a woman. Overconfidentuntil you looked at her.

And saw how many people shed killed. New [Soldiers] nowRelc had seen them freeze up on the battlefield. Even trained, a [Soldier] whod never had to hack an opponent apart would hesitate.

Not her. And not him. The Drake said nothing as both sides closed in. Bearclaw was mocking him. The gang shed pulled together was wary. They knew Relc. And the Drake was justsilent.

Not going to say anything, Relc? You had a big mouth when you arrested me last time.

One of the [Thugs] licked his lips nervously. The Drake holding the long dagger saw the [Guardsman] look at him. His eyes flicked to the dagger.

Breint?

The Drake jumped. Relc glanced at the dagger and at his face.

Youre not going to sneer at me again. Liscor is ours after this.

The Drake vowed. Some of the gang muttered nervously. If theyd killed someoneit was one or two, in fury and the heat of the moment. They had no idea. No idea what it was like to wake up and know you were going to kill someone.

Bearclaw knew. Relc saw three others with thatlook. He marked them.

Breint. Didnt I laugh at you?

Yeah. Are you laughing now, Relc?

The other Drake lifted his dagger. The [Sergeant] looked at him. Slowly, the Drake shook his head.

Not today. Last time I laughed because you were under arrest. Today? Im going to kill you, Breint. Walk away.

The [Thug] wavered. So did the others. This wasnt the Relc they knew.

Bearclaw halted. She was no idiot. She recognized Relc. Her eyes narrowed. She nodded to the others and snarled.

Enough. Take him.

A window moved. A Drake with a magical wand who had been pointing at Relc unleashed a spell. A beam of light flashed down. The Drake had seen it. He was already moving.

He charged at Breint. The Drake put his dagger up. An idiot. What use was a dagger on the battlefield? It was good in alleyways, close quarters. But Relc had a spear. Longer than a sword, versatile. A weapon that could halt a charging horse, attack from a distance

The spear went through Breints throat. Relc twisted, and the enchanted tip swept clear. Half of Breints head sagged as he went down. He spun, and Bearclaws paws deflected a slash. She snarled.

The gang was frozen for a second as the Drake collapsed, blood littering the ground. They looked at Relc.

But youre a Senior Guardsman.

One of them said. Relc looked around. The Gecko of Liscor twirled his spear. He ducked another flash of light. Then he disappeared. A Gnoll found a spears tip in his gut. Bearclaw snarled as the street devolved into chaos. Before that moment, Relcs words echoed.

Im off-duty.

At the same time, a Gnoll girl was running around Liscors playground. Laughing. She was having fun. Ryoka wasnt here. But Mrsha and Ekirra and Visma were playing. The Gnoll boy was babbling about the soccer lessons he was taking.

Mrsha had no concerns. Some of the adults watching the kids play in the enchanted playground grumbled, bored.

Did you hear about the Golden Triangle? I heard it was fake.

Cant be. I got silver from it. And I gave money just the other day. I havent recouped butmy entire familys in it.

I heard The Wandering Inn is saying its fake. You know? The Crazy Human swears it.

Wellshes crazy. Um. Did she actually say that?

People are saying Senior Guardsman Relc was going around giving money back. Its got them worried, all Im saying.

Relc said that? No way.

Im telling youthis citys getting weirder. Faugh. First a Lizardperson [Architect]now this game of football? At least he can fix the sewers.

The Drake talking with the other adults looked confused.

Theyve been clearer than ever. Whats your problem?

The Gnoll woman held her nose.

Its been smelling lately. Cant you smell it?

The Drakes, and some of the Gnolls shook their heads. The Gnoll woman grumbled.

Anyways, Im just saying. I might get out of the Golden Triangle. Give no more moneymaybe ask for a refund. What do you all think?

So caught up were the adults that they didnt notice the gang moving up the street. Drakes and Gnolls, walking casually. But their eyes were locked on Mrsha. The white Gnoll was racing higher, with Ekirras ball in an impromptu game of capture the flag. She giggled as Drassi entered the gossip.

Im telling you all. The Golden Triangle is bad news. I heard it from Erin myself. And Ryoka. You want to get outthey were telling Relc about it

She too didnt notice the gang. They were coming up the street, murmuring.

Get to the safe house. Whoever grabsthe rest split up. Theyll be smelling, so throw down scent-destroying vials. Dont let the kid howl. [Silence] spells. Got it?

The others nodded. They squared their shoulders, relieved they werent the ones selected to go after Relc, or the inn. They walked forwards, hands disappearing into pockets or their sides.

At a time like this, there was no Ryoka Griffin. She was out, looking for Relc. Erin Solstice was in her inn. And a second gang was lingering outside the magic door, peeking inside at her. The Horns of Hammerad were in Invrisil. Griffon Hunt was preparing to journey away. The other teams werent there.

No magic, no heroes. No miracles, either. There were only the [Thugs]. They looked at each other. Then, one with a hat adjusted it.

Before we begin, gentlemen, I wonder if wed have a quick chat insofar as it came to the kidnapping of little Gnolls.

The others stopped. The posh voice and the hat didnt match them. And the Gnoll looked at them.

No miracles. Justa serendipitous meeting. Not for them, either. They recoiled. The [Thug] had stolen among them like a shadow.

Who are you? Soot didnt send you!

One of them backed away. Wilovan smiled. He was tall. And he had a polished club of his own at his side. He tipped a hat to them.

Gentlemen. You can call me an interested friend. And my job is to safeguard a few good folk. That child isnt one of my priorities, but she is a child as it were. And my partner and I agreethere is good business and bad. And this is bad business, sirs. Kidnapping a child? For shame.

He was so polite. The gang shifted uncomfortably. One of them reached for a wand.

Back off.

There was one of him and eleven of them. Wilovan sighed. He adjusted his hat.

Sirs. Lets not cause a fuss. Why dont we walk into the alleyway over there and talk things out? I represent The Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings. Surely we can come to an arrangement?

Were with Mr. Soot.

One of them snarled. Another jumped, knowing the name. Wilovan saw them eying each other, faces set. He sighed.

The alleyway, gentlemen.

He gestured. The gang followed him. They spread out, two watching for others. Wilovan slowly removed his hat. He looked at the others as they filed into the alleyway. And the [Dangersenses] began to go off. But it was too late. The Gnoll looked around.

I am extremely disappointed in you all, gentlemen.

Two backed away. The ones standing watch turned their heads and jerked away. One took five steps.

No one on the street noticed. After ten minutes, Wilovan came strolling out the alleyway. He adjusted his hat as he placed it on his head. He was humming, under his breath. 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.

In The Wandering Inn, Ratici stood by the door. He opened it for Erin Solstice as she hurried through.

Miss.

Thanks, uh

Ratici, Miss. A pleasure indeed.

Erin smiled at him. Then she ran off, to look for Ryoka and Relc. The [Gentleman Thief] closed the door, as politely as could be. Then he looked at the other gang.

I believe we have an understanding, as it were, gentlemen?

They nodded, palely. One of them had known who Ratici was. In that sense, they were smarter. They filed out the door as Ratici pointed.

I trust your good man, Mr. Soot will take the warning. Some things are below even criminality, sirs.

Of course. Absolutely. They filed out the door. Disarmed, as it were. They hadnt even noticed him plucking their weapons out of their very hands. The Drake leaned against the door. Humming the same song that Wilovan sang under his breath.

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

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

The Gentlemen Callers agreed on one thing with the Elusive Lot, although they didnt work together. There was good business and bad business. A man had to have standards. Or he was no gentleman. But they had not interfered with Bearclaw. She hadnt gone after Erin or the child.

She had gone after Relc.

He knew the steel claws were poisoned when they raked across his face. He knew Bearclaw had a Skill because they opened up his scales and flesh.

[Iron Scales]. [Thick Skin]. Relc turned as the Gnoll woman charged him, slashing. His spear blocked a sword-thrust, dissipated a beam of black energy coming at him from the side.

He kicked Bearclaw off him. She was bigbut Relc was strong. He struck.

[Triple Thrust]. He said nothing in the shouting clash of steel that was one sound in the street. He could hear nothing above the roaring in his head.

Three strikes. Two sank into Bearclaw, stomach and shoulder. Deep. But she was too big. That damn fur was like armor. No wonder shed killed the others. High-level. Above 30

The third spear went through a Drakes chest. He blinked and fell over. Relc felt a stab to his back.

Dagger. He spun. The Drake blinked at the dagger that had gone only partway through Relcs side.

[Pierce Thrust]. The blow went through the Drakes leather-coated stomach and into the Gnoll behind him. Both cried out. Relc wrenched the spear free. He should have used it on Bearclaw. But she was retreating, howling with fury and healing up. That was the problem.

If he had someone to watch his back hed have ended her. But they were around him. As Relc kicked the dying Drake off his spear, he saw a flash.

[Whirlwind Dodge]. The Drake moved around the spell and it struck the other attackers. He pulled his spear out. How many Skills did he have left? Two. He used neither as he changed his grip on the spear.

The Gnoll with the wand probably thought he was out of reach. Eight feet away? But Relc tossed the spear as he extended one claw and took a step, caught it by the very end. He stared into a mess of a face and pulled the spear back.

Someone hit him from behind. The Drake staggered slightly and his spear moved again.

[Spear Dance: The Fish Leap]. His spear swept upwards around him, forming a deadly pattern of magical steel. He cut someone, he was sure of it. How many were dead?

Relc looked around. Blood seeped into one eye. He reached for a potion, drank it in a blur. The poison burned his face, side. The other wounds healed.

One eye was free. The Drake looked around. Bearclaw had healed completely. Damn. Hed killed five. But there had been more in the windows.

Take him.

The Gnoll howled. She waited as the others moved forwards. Looking for an opportunity.

Relc spun his spear, deflecting a sword thrust. He slashed as he parried, cutting the sword-arm and a Drake coming at him from the right. A spear could parry and attack! It had reachthose idiots looked at fighting like you had to do one at a time. A spear was art. When he had been a [Soldier]

Someone shot a crossbow through his shoulder from behind. Relc felt the impact throw him forwards. He turned, and the shooter ducked behind his comrades. The bolt had gone through Relcs shoulder. He heard a snarl.

When he had been in the army, he hadnt been alone. Klbkch had his back in the [Guard]. Where was he?

Klb

Bearclaw charged him. This time she swept him off his feet. The Drake went down. He was holding his spearbut Bearclaw had her claws. She slashed at him. Snarling, victorious. She bit him and he howled.

The Gecko of Liscor struggled to toss the Gnoll off. But she was heavy and this was how she killed. A [Brawler]. They didnt exist on the battlefield often. The Drake let go of his spear. Someone kicked it away.

He was so tired. Relc felt another flash of pain across his head. Another searing flash of poison. Blood was in both of his eyes. He reached down. Spears. He always carried his spear but hed dropped it. Youd be disciplined in the army for that.

Bearclaw opened her mouth blood dripping from her maw. Relc looked up. The Gecko of Liscor sighed as she raised her steel claws to rake his skull.

He planted the dagger hilt-deep in her stomach and began to twist. Bearclaw choked. Relc kept stabbing, his claws a blur. Standard.

[Flurry Strikes].

The Drake told her that, calmly. The Gnoll was trying to get off him now. Who carried one weapon? She rolled away, clutching her ruined stomach.

Relc got up. Someone hit himhe turned, shoved the dagger to the hilt and watched the Gnoll fall over. The others backed up.

The Drake looked about. Spear, spearone of them was holding it. The Gnoll jabbed at Relc. The Drake took his spear back. He broke something to get it. Not his bones.

Gecko of Liscor. Gecko of Liscor!

He screamed it at them. The same shout as if he was on the battlefield. Pride and shame. The Gecko ran. That was why they called him that.

He didnt run today. He advanced, the spear jabbing. They backed up.

crazy

Not paid enough for

Extend his reach. The Drake swung the spear with both hands, and the enchanted tip sheared through a chest. He heard a scream.

Come and get me.

He roared. The gang was no battalion. And their leader was howling. She was drinking another potion.

You

Bearclaw saw the Drake charge her. She dropped the potion, reached out.

She slashed across his chest, shoulders. He impaled her through the stomach.

The spear went deep. The Gnolls eyes went wide. They backed into the wall, and the spear went into the brickwork. But she held onto him. The Drake was yanking the spear sideways. But Bearclaw held onto the spear.

Kill. Him.

She growled. Relc felt something hit his back.

A spell. [Life Leech]. Or something. Worse than a bolt of energy. He grunted, dragging the spear through Bearclaws guts. She would die if he wrestled the spear free. But she was so strong

Someone was stabbing him from the side. A second crossbow bolt hit him in the lower back.

Should havekilled the crossbow

He was blacking out. The Drake heaved. He heard the Gnoll screaming. Where was Klb? No, he was gone. Embria? At work.

He was alone. The Drake sighed. He felt another hammers blow from behind. Slowlyhe let go of his spear. He turned and saw the [Crossbowman] aiming at his face.

Relc blinked.

Watch Captain Zevara sat in her office. Wearily, she reviewed all the things she had to do.

Expand the Watch, source better gear, work with 4^th Company, monitor the Antinium

An endless list. And that wasnt even with detailing security for the new city. She needed all these things. More artifacts, especially. She wondered if she could get more funding

No. She needed to go beyond Liscor. You could train new recruits, but other cities had [Guards] she could poach. With the right incentives, you could hire others. The new road south and the door to Pallass was ideal. This was her chance to make Liscors Watch a true force, not reliant on the army or adventurers.

At the moment, though, she was trying to fill a void. Klbkch was gone. And she hadnt realized how important hed been until then.

Klbkch and Relc. A duo that gave her headaches, mainly because of Relc. But they were her best team for trouble. Even Jeiss, their sword expert, couldnt boast a better combat record with Beilmark.

Who could rein Relc in? Who could be that useful, practical officer? WellZevara shuffled her papers. She looked up and stared at another potential recruit.

Soyoure applying to fill Klbkchs position? We dontappoint Senior Guards. Erm. However, this is a unique case. We could certainly use another representative of the Hiveum. Yellow Splatters, was it?

Correct.

The Soldier sat in front of Zevara. She stared at him.

Why do you want the position?

To foster respect with the Antinium. To replace Revalantor Klbkch. I am a Prognugator of the Free Antinium. I am also a Soldier.

Yes.

That was all Zevara could say. She looked at Yellow Splatters.

Erbut do you think you are suitable for the Watch?

She meant it morebut Yellow Splatters took it literally.

I am capable of fighting after sustaining large amounts of damage. My carapace is equivalent to chainmail without Skills. I am able to communicate with both Antinium and other species. With your permission, other Soldiers will also participate in Watch duties.

I see. Good points. But they cant speak

A Worker will translate for them. Or I.

The Watch Captain shuffled her papers.

Good points. Well, I can certainly see you working on aprovisional basis. Klbkch was a credit to the Watch. Umits highly irregular. But I can see

The Walled Cities were going to have a fit, but theyd want her to say yes. Yellow Splatters stood up. Zevara blinked, but he saluted.

When do I report for duty?

Ohwell

The Watch Captain was spared by a shout from the door. Beilmark threw it open.

Watch Captain!

Yes?

The Drake jumped, relieved. She shot to her feet. Beilmark was panting. It must be serious if she abandoned her desk. The Gnoll was wide-eyed.

Its Relc.

Zevaras relief turned to annoyance in a heartbeat.

Oh, Ancestors. What did that idiot do this

She stopped when she saw Beilmarks face. The Gnoll spoke slowly.

Bearclaw and a gang jumped him. Hes

She trailed off. Yellow Splatters looked at the two. Zevara was already running, vaulting her desk.

They found Relc in the empty street. [Guards] were holding back crowds. The first thing Zevara saw were the bodies.

Nine dead members of Mr. SootnoBearclaws gang. They had died fast, some with a single thrust to the heart. The work of a [Spearmaster]. And he had been fighting all of them at once.

Wing Commander Embria was already there. Kneeling, her crimson scales white. Zevara walked through it in a trance.

Bearclaw is still at large. I want her found and arrested. Send squads of twenty!

Jeiss was giving orders. Zevara just walked around a dead [Thug] with his throat slashed in half. She looked past Embria.

Relc?

She saw a bloody mass of cuts across his face. The Drakes face had been shredded by the poisoned claws. So had his arms, his shoulders. Hed been stabbed multiple times, and though the blades hadnt gone deep through his scales

The crossbow bolts had. There had been three shots. The first went through a shoulder. The second into his back. The third

Part of his cheek was missing. The [Healer] was frantically applying antidotes. But the Drake was breathing.

Watch Captain.

That was all Relc said. Zevara looked down. Relc held a sword. Not his spear. The spear was lying in a puddle of gore. The Drake hadtaken a sword from one of the thugs. The last three had been hacked down.

What happened?

Ambush.

That was all the other said. Bearclaw was on the run. Zevara looked at Relc. He gasped.

Damn Klbshould havewoken me up.

Be quiet. Hes lost a lot of blood, Watch Captain.

That wont kill him. I need my [Spearmaster].

Zevara swore she saw Relc grin. Then he closed his eyes. She looked at the [Healer].

Keep him alive. Jeiss. Beilmark.

They looked at her. Zevara inhaled, shaking. Now she saw Relcshe looked around. And fire and smoke began to leak from her jaws.

Bearclaw did this? Find her. Orders are to take her alive.

Watch Captain

Both protested. Wing Commander Embria was just looking at her father. The healing potion wasnt working right. The poison was scarring over, rather than just knitting his wounds, even with the antivenoms. She looked up as Zevara snapped.

Alive! That is the law, Senior Guardsman!

She saw them salute. Slowly. The Watch Commander saw Erin Solstice pushing through the crowd.

Relc! Relc! Pawn, get over here!

She ignored Erin. The Watch Captain was suddenly focused. She spoke.

Take every [Guard] not on the walls. Find Bearclaw. And Mr. Soot. Orders are to take them alive. Is that clear? And if one of them so much as throws a punchyou have authority to use lethal force.

She saw both Senior Guards nod. Zevara looked around.

Wing Commander? Wing Commander Embria!

The Drake looked away from her father at last. She blinked at his spear, lying in the blood. Zevara spoke as Embria gently picked it up.

We could use 4^th Companys assistance in

The Drake Wing Commander interrupted Zevara.

Well do it. 4^th Company will find this Bearclaw.

She hesitated. Then she bent to say something to her father. Zevara looked away, shouting orders. Sending trackers to hunt down Bearclaw. When Embria rose, she stalked past Zevara. And if she found Bearclaw firstthe Gnoll would die. Zevara didnt care.

The best laid plans of Gnolls and Drakes went astray. And this had hardly been the best of plans.

Bearclaw snarled as she dragged herself back to the safe house. She was bleeding. Even after drinking the potions, the enchanted spear had done too much damage to her guts. The Drake had nearly torn it through her midsection.

But she was alive. The gang had splintered, fled after Bearclaw had run, rather than fight the Drake who refused to die. Bearclaw snarled as she reached for the door. It stank. Her blood, the Drakes blood, death, and gore plus the damned sewer stenchshe pushed the door open.

Soot, you bastard! You tricked me! You never said he was

The Gnoll roared inside, weakly. She was going to kill Soot, then run. He had better have the door or the Gnoll. If hed run

He was inside. He hadnt fled. The Drake was sitting where shed left him. Bearclaw smelled blood. Her blood. It was in her nose, and the stinkshe snarled.

Wheres the Gnoll?

He didnt reply. Soot just stared at her. Dull-eyed. Bearclaw snarled as she stalked forwards, into the safe house.

What happened?

Close the door.

The voice came from Soot. Nofrom behind him. Bearclaw stiffened. One of the bodyguards? Thenshe saw something odd.

The room was shadowed. The bodyguards were gone. Mr. Soot, the Drake [Mastermind], justsat there. Staring at Bearclaw.

Nostaring ahead. Bearclaw looked around. And she saw a shadow in the room.

Someone closed the door behind Bearclaw. She spun. And a huge figure shut the door. Bearclaw reached for her steel claws. A Gnoll?

No. Thethingwas too big for a Gnoll. It towered over her. It looked like her. Vaguely. But something was wrong.

If Bearclaw was a Gnoll. This waswasa not-Gnoll. Like some bestial version of the Gnoll. Longer claws. Huge, corded muscle, rank, dark fur.

She smelled blood. And the stenchfirst masked by the reek of sewersfinally revealed that alien, bestial scent. The figure stared at her. Eyes both sharp and alive and dull of intelligence.

Someone coughed. Bearclaw whirled. A figure stood behind the corpse of Mr. Soot. And Bearclaw saw at last.

His head sat on his shoulders. But someone had made a parting in his skin. Theyd put the head back after theyd taken it off. But bodieswere so fragile.

The culprit was a huge figure. Bigger than the other Raskghar. She coughed again, a deep, wet sound. Bearclaw looked around. There were more of them in the room.

Who are you? What did you do with Soot?

As if she didnt know. But the figure just laughed. Then coughed again.

I. Am Nokha.

Her voice was deep. The words unfamiliar on her tongue. But she did speak them. Bearclaws fur was standing on end. She heard more coughingfrom the side.

The other not-Gnolls weresick. Now Bearclaw saw them, she saw the marks of disease on one, fur fallen out, sickness in their open sores. Others were coughing, or missing teeth.

What are you? Why did you kill Soot?

Bearclaw licked her lips. The figureNokhagrinned. She gestured at the dead Drake.

Mr. Soot? Yes. He said many things. Gave us potions. Didnt make us better.

She pointed. In a shadowed corner, Bearclaw made out a figure.

Several figures. The dead bodyguards. And among themone of the Raskghar. Another one of thegiant not-Gnolls. He was dead. Infection had consumed his corpse. Bearclaw could smell it now, rank.

They were all sick. But the oneNokhalooked healthiest of them all. She grinned as Bearclaw looked around.

Potions not work. But other things do.

The bodyguards. Soots bodyguards were mangled. Had they been eating them? Even in the tribes, that was madness. Bearclaw looked around, licking her lips. Then her eyes, adjusting to the darkness saw something else.

The Gnolls chests were torn open. Their hearts were missing. Nokha coughed again. Expectorating. But she smiled.

I was sick. Now, I am better. But it took too manyprey.

Imy gang is coming.

Bearclaws words were desperate. But the insanebeastignored her. She hadnt been keen on listening to Bearclaw anyways. The Gnoll woman backed up towards the door. But two Raskghar were there. They looked down at her. Bearclaw was huge. She wasnt used to being smaller, but they were all bigger than she was.

Prey.

Nokha muttered as the two grabbed Bearclaw. The fight was short. They held her down as she screamed. The Raskghar moved forwards.

You are strong. Good. Strength is better.

Her voice made it clear as to what the purpose was. Bearclaw was pleading now, trying to break free. But it was too late. Nokha looked around.

Her heart makes two. I want a pack-sister. Then we do things.

The other Raskghar grumbled. They wanted more hearts. They were allsick. Nokha had eaten every heart. Only she was Awakened. But the female Raskghar lashed out, striking one of the dissenters.

No more hearts. These only! The city is too watchful. Too many noses! Obey.

She snarled. The others backed away as the Gnoll flexed her limbs. She felt better. Months of being sick had made her weak. But this? Soot had had five Gnoll bodyguards. Five rituals. Nokha smiled.

Two true Raskghar are enough. We cannot fight them.

She spoke half to Bearclaw. The criminal was begging for her life. But the Raskghar didnt care. She smiled down at Bearclaw and patted her head. Like she would a Gnoll cub. A child of a species only related to hers. She spoke, clearly.

We are all sick. You understand? You made us like this. Surface-people. Light-walkers. Too smart. You are so smart. I, Nokha, understand this.

She tapped her head.

We must learn from you. You have so much to give us.

She heard a whimper. Nokha looked around. She pointed at her favorite Raskghar. The female Raskghar smiled and bared her teeth. Nokha nodded at the others. They could still feast. They were so hungry. Those few of them who had managed to enter the sewers were the strongest of the Raskgharthe others were in hiding. Sick.

But not for long.

As the others gathered around Bearclaw, Nokha went back to investigating Soots corpse. So interesting. She called out, once, amid the screams.

Save her skin. I want to wear it.

Thenshe had another thought. The Raskghar looked up and her mouth opened in a big smile.

And save her skull. I want to know how she thinks.

She had so much to learn. About herself. AndGnolls. Awakening was only the start. Nokha felt the power. And smiled.

By the time the Watch found the safe-house, only Mr. Soot was left.

Mr. Sootwas dead. His plans had been foiled. Bearclaw was on the run. She had probably left the city. All in all, it was a victory. Because no one had died. That was how it worked, right?

If you counted like that, sure. It took nothing else into account. Nothing

Like the Drake, sitting in his apartment in the darkness. Relc Grasstongue was alive. Healed, in fact.

Healing potions worked like that. Once you got rid of the poison, you werehealed. The [Healer] had been touch-and-go, but she had saved his life.

It was a miracle, really. A small miracle. Perhaps Pawn had been part of it. If sohe wasnt telling. The poison had been purged from Relc and now he was healed.

But he would have scars. Bearclaw had left her marks. The poisonous bite of her claws had been reduced by the [Healer]s ministrations and potions, but they were still there.

Raking marks on his face. Shoulderswell, at least the shoulders looked cool. But his facethe crossbow bolt had left another scar. Scales were missing, the raw flesh healed, but the scars lingered.

Hey. Its not like I can get uglier, right? Women love scars.

The Drake muttered to himself. He laughed. It sounded like a sob. He didnt look in a mirror.

He just sat there. Hed walked out of the clinic himself. He didnt want to stay there.

Alone, Relc sat in his room. His coin pouch was empty. And he was tired.

No one knocked on the door. The city was in uproar. But no one was coming. The Drake sat there. And so he was quite surprised when he heard the knock.

Hello? Are you in there? Can I come in?

Relc looked up. The voice wasnt familiar to him at first. He shrugged.

Come in.

Slowly, the door opened. And Ryoka Griffin entered the apartment. She saw Relc, sitting on the floor.

Around him were his puzzles. Magical puzzles, thrown around the room. His room was a mess. So was the Drake. Scars ran across his healed face. And his expression

Ryoka Griffin looked down. A little magical puzzle was lying on the ground. Two bits of enchanted wire. You were supposed to tease them apart over months of work.

The Drake had torn the puzzle into two pieces. Slowly, Ryoka Griffin hesitated in the doorway.

Isorry.

For what? Come in. Shut the door.

Ryoka did. The Drake didnt move. Relc glanced around at the messy room.

Sorry, I wasnt expecting company.

Ino one?

The young woman saw the Drake smile.

My buddys gone. I didnt think youd come hereRyoka? Right?

Yeah. Uhno one?

Lets see. Its not rent day. The Watch thinks Im at the [Healer]s. The kids probably outand Erinthats it.

The Drake counted on his claws. He got to four and gave up. Ryoka Griffin slowly sat. She didnt know if she belonged here. But

Um. Welltheyre all concerned. Your daughter is overturning the entire city to look for that Gnoll. Erins doing the samethe others are holding her back. Shes got everyone in the inn looking outthey think youre in the clinic.

Relc felt at his healed flesh. He laughed, shortly.

Why? I dont need to be. Potionsre easy. Not the first time I got into a fight. Back in the army, they slap you and tell you to go dig latrines even if you were just speared in the gut.

Sounds tough.

Yeah.

The two sat in silence. Ryoka wasnt Erin. She couldnt fill the silence. She saw the Drake just looking ahead, blankly.

I gave the money back. As much as I had. If I get more from the Triangle, Ill give it to people. Tell Erin that.

I will. Yougave it all away?

Every coin. Relc stared ahead. It had been such a good day. Could you turn back time? He doubted it. If it was that easy, every [Mage] would be a [Chronomancer].

Im fine. You can go back and tell Erin that.

Sure. I meanno.

Ryoka cleared her throat. She saw Relc looking up at her. The Drake blinked, slowly.

No? Why are you here?

I justwanted to check up on you. Sit here awhile, if thats okay.

Why? Im fine. See? Look at this.

Relc flexed one arm, listlessly. Ryoka looked at him.

I know. ButI think it hasnt been a fun day.

She heard a snort. She went on, quietly.

And I know that if I was here, Id want someone to check on me.

The Drake looked at her. Slowly, Ryoka folded her legs into a cross-legged position. She didnt understand. But she did, at the same time. Even more than Erin, who was so sympathetic. But not always empathetic. And there was a difference. She would be here in a heartbeat if shed thought Relc wasnt sleeping.

But here was Ryoka. The Drake turned his head.

Well, feel free to pull up some floorboards. But dont do that literally. I get in trouble for that.

The City Runner smile-laughed. She saw the Drake look at her. And she wasnt giving a speech. She wasnt good at that. But she was here. And sometimes that was infinitely more preferable to being alone.

Sorry about the scars. I know I have an ugly mug. Maybe they help.

The Drake went on, staring ahead. Ryoka glanced at him.

They lookgood. War wounds.

Hah.

No. Really. You dont look bad to me.

Its all my tail, really.

I cant tell.

The Drake half-smiled.

Yeah, thats the nice thing about Gnolls. Look, Im fine, really.

Sure you are. And Im a [Queen].

The Drake snorted. He saw Ryoka stretch out. After a while, she opened her mouth. Then she closed it.

Silence wore on. Aftertwenty minutes, the young woman looked around. There was a little boars head lying on the floor near her. She picked it up.

Is this a puzzle?

Yup.

Mind if I?

The Drake nodded. He watched, out of the corner of his eyes, as Ryoka found the little wire, and investigated the puzzle. After a while, he saw her frown.

Tricky, right?

Ryoka Griffin glanced up. She met his eyes for a moment and nodded.

Yeah. Youcollect these? I had no idea.

Its just a hobby.

He shrugged. But he watched as Ryoka bent the wire and frowned over the puzzle.

That was all. Relc kept expecting Ryoka to say something. But if sohe overestimated her ability to think of anything to say. She just sat there. Fiddling with the puzzle. After a while she asked him to pass another, easier puzzle over.

He did. The Drake sat there. In time, he ventured a comment on how the Golden Triangle was probably going to collapse soon. Ryoka agreed.

At some point, the Drake asked how he looked. Really. Ryoka glanced up. Gave her honest opinion. He nodded. Unconvinced.

By the end of the second hour, Ryoka had solved one of his puzzles. He showed her the cube. She puzzled over it. They talked. Relc began talking about other bad times he had nearly died. Ryoka Griffin listened. When he was done, she told him about the rubix cube, which she thought he might like.

Stomachs began rumbling after the third hour. The Drake saw Ryoka Griffin glance at the door.

Erins inn has food. Why dont you go there? It might be good.

He looked at her. Then slowly, got up. He might have ended up there anyways. Embria had found Mr. Soots corpse long ago and hadnt found Bearclaw. She would have gotten her father.

Or Erin would have, after discovering the clinic didnt hold him. Or Relc might have gone himself. But Ryoka Griffin had. She said only one thing, as Relc got up and left his flat, carrying some of his puzzles.

He was tired. His illusions about the Golden Triangle shattered. Scarred. It had been truly a terrible day. And sometimes you had them. That, Ryoka Griffin knew. And she had no Erin-words that could redeem even the worst days.

So she just said one thing, and they were the right words. The words she wanted to hear.

You did the right thing.

The Drake looked up. He paused. And then Relc Grasstongue grinned. The [Sergeant] rolled his shoulders. The [Spearmaster] looked around for his spear, and realized Embria had it. The [Guardsman] felt at his scars. And the Gecko of Liscor walked out of his apartment with the City Runner.

Relc looked at Ryoka. And then he nodded.

Yeah. I did, didnt I?

He felt just a bit good about that.

Authors Note: This was an interlude. I realized the side-story poll was going to end too late for me to begin work on the Wistram chapter, which I assume won. I dont actually know.

So I wrote two complimentary plot points into a single chapter. I hope it worked. It was one of those chapters where the villain dies, and no one else, so everything is fine and nothing really happened. Right?

Anyways, thats all from me. Side story next chapter? I dont know. The world is unpredictable. But Ill leave you with this and some art. Let me know how you liked it!

For today, the artists are a pixel art of Ryoka by Eris, Yellow Splatters in figurine form by Mr Momo! And finally, yashKetchum did a series, including Relc! And for some reason, Yoda-Mrsha. I cant make this stuff up. Give them all praise!

Ryoka by Eris

Yellow Splatters by MrMomo

Relc and others by yashKetchum

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