The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 2

The Great Plains of Izril, as they were called, were central to the southern half of Izril. A vast, wide, rolling landscape suitable for grazing flocks, fed by riverslush, in short. A plentiful land if you knew how to live in it.

Harsh for those who did not. The lack of fruitful forests and vegetation en-masse would repel Lizardfolk, who had long used all the wonders of Baleros forests to be tools, medicine, building material, and more.

By the same token, nomads of Chandrar used to Zeikhal, the Great Desert (there was a pattern in naming conventions), would see an abundance of potential, in the water alone.

Drakes hated it. They built cities, defensible strongholds, out of stone and wood if they had to. It was one reason why they had not colonized this vast area.

The second reason was that it was not theirs. The second name for this stretch of lands was the Gnoll Plains. Because the many tribes of Izril refused to give up this last place that was entirely theirs.

Many tribes moved across Izril of course. They mingled with the Drake cities, made their livings in places where the land was not fully claimed by the walls of their sometimes-enemies. But they had slowly been forced out of many places they used to call home. In the pastthey had known more plains, in north and south. No longer. Humans claimed that now.

And here was the truth many people forgot: the Plains Gnolls and City Gnolls that divided their species up broadly into two categories was a lie. Or a falsehood that had slowly become the new truth.

Once, there had been more. Gnolls of the forest. Gnolls who lived in the mountains. Gnolls of sea and yeseven those who were more at home underground. But their homeland had dwindled to a fifth of its size with the Human occupation of the north and Drake cities.

Small wonder some Gnolls called this the Waning World, the era of decay. And yetfive times a century, every twenty years, the tribes gathered.

The Meeting of the Tribes. While everything faded, they still came together. From as far as it took. To remember the past.

They were not gone yet.

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Hundreds of tribes had made their journey into the heart of the Gnoll plains. Smallonly a hundred at mostor large, passing a hundred thousand or even more, coming together in full strength at last.

Not all Gnolls; some sent representatives, not their full number. But here was Gnoll strength. The Azmuzarre tribe guarded the Meeting of Tribes, their descendants bearing Dragon-arms. And more tribes of similar power, old and new, were gathering.

Steelfur, who had created the Steelcloth armors so prized, superior to chainmail for their lightness and flexibility.

Gaarh Marsh, whose great protector, the Earth Elemental, had destroyed the walls of Drake cities.

Ekhtouch, paragons of their kind, known for their superior displays of physical abilityand superior attitudes.

Plains Eye tribe, one of the vastest, with many smaller or related clans, who trained the [Shamans] that held the magic of Gnoll-kind.

Weatherfur, who produced mighty leaders, a [General] of Pallass, and commanded the rains themselves.

The Ruinstrider Tribe, who had been a small, scavenging tribe until one of their own acquired a Relic-class artifact, and became a Named Adventurer.

Woven Bladegrass, who had engaged in multiple victorious campaigns against the Drakes.

And more. They were all gathering, meeting, exchanging ideas and of coursegifts. For the Meeting of Tribes would see each Gnoll tribe present something to be shared by all. During this time as summer ended, they would all benefit, and a tribes status would fall or rise depending on their actions here.

A small tribe might ally with a large one, or make beneficial marriages, acquire gifts or insightsor a large one be humbled as other tribes passed judgment.

This was the event that had begun four days ago. Let all Gnolls who remembered tribe and tradition gather! They had all arrived by the Summer Solstice, the countless Gnolls moving by foot or vehicle or mount.

Except for the band of Gnolls riding quickly into the Great Plains. They were a group of about five dozen Gnolls, two thirds mounted, the rest jogging along the riders and pack horses.

They were late. Late! Their leader, a female Gnoll, was kicking herselfand the others. Mostly with verbal tongue-lashings. The Gnolls set a dogged pace, but without movement Skills theyd only now arrived, and they had further to go to get to the Meeting of Tribes in the center of the plains!

We must be the only group of Gnolls so slow! Move up!

Krshia Silverfang shouted at the group of five-dozen. It wasnt even a large group. She had thought to take as many as three hundred, but decided there was no need for that amount of cost. Smaller moved faster, anyways, and they were rejoining their tribe. The Silverfang Tribe, known for wealth as they were canny [Traders] and, well, silver from mines of old.

However, this group from Liscor, where part of their tribe had gone to settle and work ten years ago? Laaaate.

They had been delayed on the road. They had been making perfect time to arrive by the Summer Solstice or even before. But something had halted their progress on the road.

News from their homeLiscor. They were not Plains Gnolls, not really, anymore. They were used to the city. And from their city had come terrible tidings.

Erin Solstice. They had stopped a daythen anotherto learn what had happened. To mourneven debate going back. Eventually, after conferring, Krshia had decided to go on.

She could not help Erin Solstice in Liscor. But perhaps at the Meeting of Tribes

It still slowed their steps. It made what should have been a joyous, excited group yearning to see their kin again after a decades absence silent, depressed. Clearly, it was all Erins fault for getting killed.

Ornot killed? A Gnoll panting after having jogged for three miles mounted the horse hed been letting relax. He sat in the saddle, drooping, as the animal harrumphed at the new weight on its back. Tkrn leaned against it.

He didnt know exactly what had happened. It was hard for the Gnolls to even explain. Krshia had triedErin was in a kind of stasis? Not dead, but unable to be revived and healed. Frozen?

Why would that stop her from dying? Tkrn didnt know. It soundedstupid. Even if someone had explained it to him fully, the idea of cryogenics was not something Tkrn would have accepted at face value.

To himErin was gone, barring some great miracle. And he sniffed into the horses mane.

They were all much the same. Krshia, for all she snapped, didnt push the Gnolls of Liscor. Tkrn looked ahead at the front of the group.

There was Raekea and her husband, Jekss, a Drake. There was Beilmark, sans family, riding with a grim expression. She was Senior Guardswomanand ahead of her Krshia herself, talking with one of the best [Potters] in Liscor, Heriml.

Many of the Gnolls riding in this group could be called that. Best [Smith], Raekea. Best [Guardswoman]Beilmark, and another Senior Guardsman Gnoll. Krshia, the unofficial leader of the Silverfangs and Gnolls in Liscor and Councilwoman of Liscorand so on.

And then there was Tkrn. [Guardsman]not Senior Guardsman. And unofficially, that Gnoll who had nearly been fired for letting a group of Drakes and Gnolls nearly kill a prisoner, Calruz, and looked the other way while they tortured him.

Fitting? Tkrn sat in his saddle. Erin aside, he didnt feel like he belonged. Of course, he knew he was securitya good half of the non-important Gnolls were [Warriors], [Archers], [Hunters]those who could escort the group the long ways here from [Bandit] and monster attacks.

But why me?

It seemed to the young Gnoll that he was undeserving of the honor of representing the Silverfangs of Liscor. He had a black mark. In fact, he had a black page in terms of how close hed come to disgrace.

Zevara had been on the edge of firing him for his conduct. Everyone else had been released from their duty as a member of Liscors watch, without bonus or pension or so on. Tkrn had been allowed to stay

But hed been demoted back to a rookie guards status, forced to work with the rookie patrols, and given unenvious assignments. Hed debated quitting with all the hostility towards himbut hed stayed.

What else would he do? He already had the class andit was what he knew. Fortunately, some of the Watch had at least talked to him, like the rookies. Jerci for instancea new Gnoll [Guard].

She was riding with the group too, mainly because she had relatives in the Silverfang tribe and her mother, a high-level [Scribe], wanted her to meet them.

But Tkrnhe urged his destrier forwards as the group slowed to cross a bridge moving over a long river. The ancient stone path funneled the groupbut he managed to slide ahead of the others.

Aunt. May I have a word?

Tkrn saw Krshias head turn. She lookedwell, the same as ever. TallGnolls were tall, male and female, with no difference in heights, brown fur thick, her eyes sharp. She was an expert [Shopkeeper], a former Plains Gnoll who had come to the city to work, and now a [Councilwoman] of Liscor.

The younger [Guard] had always known his aunttwice removedto be a leader of the Gnolls, ever since he was small. He barely remembered being a Plains Gnollhed left when he could barely walk on two legs to go to the city of Liscor with his family.

But he did know that Krshia had been important in the Silverfang tribe. Her sister was the [Chieftain].

Tkrn, what is it? Trouble?

Krshia looked at him, brown eyes glinting behind her frown. Tkrn shook his head as his horse stopped alongside hers.

No. Aunta word if youre not busy?

She hrmed, but nodded. They rode at the head of the group, as some Gnoll [Hunters] scouted ahead.

What is it, Tkrn?

IIm just wondering what will happen when we reach the Gnollmoot, Aunt.

She looked blankly at him.

The what?

The Gnollmoot. Erthe Meeting of Tribes, yes?

Tkrn corrected himself. Krshia gave him an odd look.

Who would call it a Gnollmoot? Who told you that nonsense, nephew?

Erin.

Krshias ears drooped. Some of the Gnolls listening glanced up. It was hard to have a confidential conversation; normally Gnolls didnt try to listen in, that was respectful. But every Gnoll knew that if you wanted to talk secretly, you dug a hole, cast a [Silence] spell, and then hoped no one was listening.

Ah. I forgot she called it that. Sillyhrmph. The Meeting of Tribes will be a grand event, Tkrn. With plenty to do! Not that I do not expect you to keep watch and obey! There will be time for that and festivities. I hope you have money saved.

I do.

Tkrn dully patted his coin pouch. It was the last thing on his mind. Who wanted to have fun? If he wanted to have fun, hed have stayed in Liscor and hung out at Erins inn for five minutes.

His aunt seemed to understand that and sighed.

It is hard, Tkrn. But we will do business on behalf of the tribe and thus deliver our gift and enrich all. That is important. We can do little in Liscor right now and may do good here.

Theres a war going on between us and Hectval. I should be there. The Watch will be fighting.

Tkrn mumbled. He heard a snort from behind him.

Beilmark. The Senior Guardswoman, paired with Jeiss, the best [Swordsman] in all of Liscor, shook her head. Tkrn had never known what she was known for; maybe just being reliable and good and high-level.

We should not have gone to war, no! At least, not without an army. Liscors Watch is not large enough and we dont train our [Guards] to fight in wars! In streets, in units, yes! We nearly lost a huge number of civilians. What is happening? We should be thereat least to represent on the Council.

She looked pointedly at Krshia and Raekea at that. The two Gnolls frowned.

Elirr is there.

He is only one. Thats an all-Drake Council.

Alonna and Jeiss are to be trusted, Beilmark. Even Lism, yes?

Hrm. If you say so, Krshia. Two months ago you would have cursed me saying his name. How things change, eh?

Beilmark gave Krshia a long look. Raekea the same. The female [Shopkeeper] fidgeted slightlybut Tkrn had no idea why.

What did you want to say, nephew? You will see the Meeting of Tribes soon enough. Which reminds me, we should explain to the young ones what to expect, Beilmark.

Krshia coughed into her paw, changing the subject. Tkrn saw her look at him. He hesitated, but came out with it.

Aunt. Why did you choose me to come with you? Of all the Gnolls in the city?

The older Gnoll frowned mildly. She was in her early forties, but still yet to show real signs of age; grey fur and so on.

You are a [Guardsman], Tkrn.

You know what I mean, Aunt. There are more Gnoll [Guards] than just me. Jerci I can understand more than me. You know Imin disgrace.

Tkrns ears drooped. If his tail had been wagging, it would have done the same. But you couldnt get more depressed, even thinking on his mistakes.

Krshia exchanged a glance with some of the other Gnolls. They slowed a bit and she and Tkrn rode ahead.

Tkrn

Everyone knows what I did, Aunt. Or failed to do.

When the group of [Guards] and civilians had begunpunishing Calruz for his actions in the dungeons and with the hateful Raskghar, Tkrn had turned a blind eye. He had been angry. But he had also known that the Minotaur was a prisoner.

He had wavered, but not told anyone. Not stopped it. Not even done more than talkuntil Mrsha had been in danger. Then, and only then hed drawn his sword with the Watch Captain.

But not enough. Tkrn felt as though his fur was paintedred with shame. As though everyone were always thinking of what hed done when they looked at him. They probably were.

Krshia knew this too. She eyed him, pursing her lips, as if to say something. But as she glanced ahead, across the incredibly flat landscape, her lips quirked.

She almost smiled. It was not a super-happy smile, but it was stillTkrn saw her reach for her side and pull something out.

Ah, it is much to say, Tkrn. But sayinghere.

She handed him something. He stared as she proffereda belt knife?

It was hers, made of good steel by Raekeas forges. Wornprobably years old. There was even a notch in the handle, worn smooth but made by some cut or accident long ago. Tkrn blinked as he took it.

What, Aunt? What is this?

Your answer.

And with that she kicked her horse lightly and it shot forwards. She left Tkrn with the belt knife. He stared at it.

Something wrong? Krshia, let me

Beilmark shouted after Krshia, riding after her. She paused as she saw Tkrn with the object.

Whats that, Tkrn?

I asked AuntI asked Krshia why she took me after what I did, Beilmark. And she gave me this.

The Senior Guardswoman eyed the knife. She blinked, wrinkled her brow, then groaned.

Oh, the knife. Bite my fur, shes doing that? Well, do your best.

She shook her head. Almost amused, she rode after Krshia. Tkrn stared at her back. Another Gnoll passed.

It was a bit of armor for me. Ah, this brings back memories!

Chuckling, he rode with Beilmark after their leader. The Gnolls passing Tkrn as he slowed chuckled, or shook their heads. They seemed to know what it meant, the older ones. Jerci just gave Tkrn a blank look. But that gesture somehow made the Gnolls look ahead, straighten slightly, even in their grief.

They were heading into the plains. For themhome.

They were coming home. Tkrn stared at the belt knife. He looked around.

But I hate riddles.

His plaintive voice was ignored by all.

-

Later that day, Krshia looked up as the others were having a brunch on the road. Tkrn had patted his horse down and given it a bit of stamina potion and they were just about to go.

Ah, nephew. Do you have my belt knife yet? Or have you not understood?

She smiled as he squatted down around the small fire and boiling tea. He hesitatedBeilmark, Raekea, and some of the older Gnolls were sitting there. They looked up and he flushed under his furbut he nodded.

I think I do, Aunt.

He proffered her the knife. Krshia regarded it, but didnt take it. Tkrn had thought for about two hours as he rode; there wasnt much else to do. The Gnoll Plains, love em or hate themgot sort of similar after you stared across the flat, flat landscape for a while.

Its a lesson. You want me to understand it. You gave me the knife becauseof this.

The Gnoll indicated the one obvious thing on the knife. Raekea didnt stamp her blades; she trusted the quality to will out. The tool was old, but still sharp as a razorhed cut his finger while playing with it. Yet that notch on the handle was noticeable.

Its damaged. A bit. You should really fix the gap.

Ive been meaning to replace the handle for years. But I never get around to it. Your point, nephew?

Tkrn took a breath. He thought he was right; it was obvious and there was no other answer he could think of.

Well, the knife is me, isnt it? Ive made a mistake. But I can still fight andand do whats needed. Thats why you took me, right?

He waited, as the small group of Gnolls looked at each other. Their faces were unreadable, but then Krshia stirred. She took the belt knife, carefully put it in her belt, and patted the notched handle.

Hm. Hrm. Well now. I like that answer. I think Ill take it. What do you all think?

Tkrn blinked. He saw the other Gnolls grin toothily. Beilmark slapped one knee as a laugh burst from her throat.

I like it too! Good answer, Tkrn! Although, if it were a notch on the blade Id disagree! I wondered if hed come up with something.

She chuckled. The others did too. Tkrn looked at his aunt.

Wait. Was that the answer?

She shrugged.

I have no idea. It sounds good, though.

His jaw dropped.

But I thoughtyou gave me that knife becausewhy did you give me that knife?

To see what you said.

She winked at him. The young Gnolls eyes bulged. The other, older Gnolls laughed harder because of it. Raekea pulled herself upright and fondly patted Tkrns leg. She offered him a fresh cup of tea, chuckling.

Sit, Tkrn. Dont be too mad. My mother did the same to me when I was your age and ruined one of her crucibles. Its a time-honored traditionalthough among Plains Gnolls. Krshia, is that what inspired you?

The [Shopkeeper] ducked her head modestly.

I thought it was appropriate. I wondered if Tkrns parents had done it to him, but he was always dutiful.

Tkrn turned redder as the others chuckled.

You mean, you didnt know what Id say and you didnt have a lesson?

Mm. Pass the tea, Raekea. Whats this flavor? Mint? Eugh. I hate mint.

Krshia sipped from the cup as she sighed.

Its a good answer, Tkrn. It has bones in why I did take you. You are my nephewmore than that? I thought it would be good for you to see the Meeting of Tribes. But that is a Gnoll way of teaching. Every Gnoll of the Tribes learns that lesson. It helps us understand how you think. Sometimes the answer is very good. Sometimes, not. Right, Beilmark?

How, he thought? Tkrn blinked. He turned to the Senior Guardswoman. Embarrassed, Beilmark scratched behind one ear.

Ah, well, many are younger than you when we are given something. I spent two days with the dagger my father gave me after I lost a horse. I wanted to know, why do you put up with me even though I make such bad mistakes? Came up with many stupid suggestions he refused to take. In the endI got him to take it back.

What was your answer?

Grinning, and very amused, Raekeas husband leaned forwards. The Drake was treating this as a holiday; he was the best [Smith] for tools and weapons, Raekea the best [Armorer]. Beilmark chuckled ruefully.

I think I said, because I can carry things for you. He laughed and decided that was good enough.

The others guffawed. Another Gnoll, a [Tracker], raised a paw.

I bought my mother a new bow after she gave me hers. I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Saved up for two months. She laughed herself sick and took the bow.

More laughter. Tkrn began to feel a bit better. Although he was still flushed as she sipped at the hot mint tea.

Children travel a lot and get very impatient, you see, Tkrn. We have to think up ways to keep them silent on the moveand hopefully actually grow!

Krshia reached over and ruffled the fur on Tkrns head. He sighed and sniffed.

Very well, Aunt. But reallyam I supposed to just learn and enjoy myself?

She became more contemplative at the serious tone in his voice. The others looked at Tkrn and he felt that unpleasant feeling. But at lastKrshia shook her head.

No, Tkrn. I did take you because I thought it would be good. But I could have taken many Gnolls, yes? I took you because we are related, because I know you, because you are a decent leveland because you did do the right thing in the end.

Only at the last moment, Aunt.

He hung his head. Krshia nodded.

Yes. Only then. Not enoughbut at least, nephew, I know you will do the right thing then. Next time, do it sooner.

It was a painful relief to hear. Tkrn looked up and she smiled at him. Then she sipped at her mint tea and gagged.

Enough wasting time! We are close to the Meeting of Tribes! I want to be there sooner! Sooner! Tea break ends in five minutes!

You mint-tea hating tyrant.

Beilmark huffed as she sipped at her cup, and then produced a canteen for more on the road. That was Tkrns first introduction to Plains Gnoll tradition. It would be far from the last. And as midday came, the rolling plains began to rise slightly. They crested a hilland saw the first smoke trails rising in the distance. Hundreds of them, thousands. A vast encampment in the distance. The Gnolls pointed and shouted

There was the Meeting of Tribes. And the Silverfang Tribe, their kin, were waiting to greet them.

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She heard and smelled them before she laid eyes on the Gnolls.

To be a Gnoll was to experience the world in ways that Humans and Drakes could only understand a fraction of. Their sense of smell and hearing was so poor! Then again, they could happily walk through places that had rank odors and barely complain about it.

And as Krshia had observed, keeping secrets was hard around a people who smelled and heard everything.

Stillthe wind. She sniffed the air and smelled the odor of thousands of fires, albeit terribly far away. Smoke, cooking scents, even bloodoils and steels in countless profusion. And the natural scent of the Great Plains.

To her, it was home. But she heard the howls from behind and in front of her as well. Gnolls stood in their saddles and howled greetings from afar. And the answering ones?

There was a timbre and pitch unique to a tribe. The Silverfangs were long, loud, with a curious warble thrown in. Krshia bared her teeth. Raekea exclaimed with a laugh.

Theyre waiting for us!

Of course!

The Gnolls picked up the pace, their maudlin mood forgotten for a moment. Krshia smelled a new scent coming directly at them as the wind sent it downwind.

Silver and spice. Not necessarily each Gnoll having one or the other, but there was that mix of both scents on the natural odor of Gnolls and so on.

Silverfangs were great [Traders], and they also had claimed old silver mines and worked them. Moreoveras the new Gnolls came into sight, loping across the ground from where theyd been camped, outside the central profusion of tribesKrshia saw decorations on their fur.

Plains Gnolls. Less clothed then their City Gnoll kin, except for the warriors. Also, bearing earrings, armbands, and of course, dyed fur.

Silver streaks in their fur, rather. Tkrn blinked as he saw the curious pattern on one of the Gnoll warriors fur along the mane of her neck. Krshia recognized it.

Warriors markings. In the past, they were more than symbolic. You decorated the neck and down your back and even your arms with a special silver dust dye. To ward away ghosts andbad things.

Krshia remembered wearing the same dye proudly herself. She had been a [Hunter], apprenticed to the [Shaman] for a year or twoher heart swelled with nostalgia and memory. In this moment though, it was more good than not.

Kindred!

The howl came from afar. Two of the Gnolls were riding back towards the Meeting of Tribes. Krshia slowed her gallop and laughed as she raised her hand.

Silverfang kin! Do you recognize us at sight alone?

It was a group of a dozen, minus the two heading away. They slowed, waving up at her as she slowed. Huge, toothy grins. They were half-warriors, half other Gnolls, wearing the traditional silver ornaments. Silver and ivory, silver and jewelthe Silverfangs had a motif and they let people know they embraced it.

Is that Honored Krshia of Liscor? Councilwoman Krshia, or so we have heard! Greetings, Aunt! We were told to sit here and not return until you arrived! We are glad you did; we want to join the Meeting of Tribes!

The female Gnoll with silver dye running in stripes down her mane and back spread her arms. Krshia dismounted. The two embraced there and then, and Krshia sniffed the younger Gnoll politely as she did the same.

We were delayed unavoidably. We are sorry, yes? I shall tell my sisterthe Chieftain the same! Is Chieftain Akrisa close?

Akrisa, her sister. Long had it been since theyd seen each other. The younger Gnoll beamedthen turned her head and sneezed.

Well met, Aunt Krshia! Yesshe camped the way you would be coming. And two of us rode to get her. Shell be here soonhow many are there? Sixty?

Just under.

Iachoo! We were ready for ten times that number if need be! But that is well. Honored elders, greetings!

She bowed, very politely to the older Gnolls in front in turn. That included Tkrn, which amused Krshia. Until she realized it was her mistake.

Tkrn, move back. Youre not Honored yet.

Beilmark laughed as she nudged Tkrn. The other Gnolls were dismounting to pat the Silverfang Plains Gnolls, hugthey were more intimate physically than Drakes might be, or Humans with formal handshakes and whatnot.

Some of the Silverfang Plains Gnolls began sneezing, and apologizing. Krshia raised her eyebrows.

Allergies? I forgetI have not asked your name.

No, Honored Krshia! Forgive me! I am Dekava! [Hunter-Warrior] of four full years since my markings. Its justyou smell of the city! Oil and dust and Drakes all over you!

Krshia blinked. They did? She hardly noticed, but if Dekava insisted, it must be so. She self-consciously sniffed herself, then smiled.

Not that bad, surely!

No! Just different! Apologies! Will you introduce us?

Krshia nodded. Ah, yes. This was back home alright. The request was more than just formalityshe pointed, singling out the six Gnolls.

This is Honored Beilmark, Senior Guardswoman of Liscor. Honored Raekea, [Armorer] and Councilwoman of Liscor

The eight Plains Gnolls bowed slightly to each in turn. Memorizing the names of the six Honored Gnolls. Of course, Tkrn and the others knew them as the same, but Krshia noticed Tkrn blink as Dekava bowed to Beilmark, placing her paws together as she bowed.

A warrior of the cities! Honored Beilmark, it is good to meet you! We would love to see how they fight there later. And an [Armorer]! We knew you were coming, Honored Raekea! Our smiths will wish to exchange knowledge.

And I will be glad to do so. Well met, Dekava. And you are?

They made a point of saying Honored each time. Which was much like City Gnolls. ExceptTkrn coughed.

Beilmark. Do you want the guards to spread out or?

Beilmark half-turned.

I think were fine, yes, Tkrn? The Azmuzarre tribe patrols. Just keep them nearby.

Dekavas ears perked up. She turned to Tkrn.

Ah, you must be Honored Beilmarks son?

No.

The other Plains Gnolls blinked.

Hernephew?

No.

Husband?

They eyed Beilmark. She snorted with laughter. Tkrn shook his head.

Im Tkrn. [Guardsman]. Regular Guardsman of Liscor.

Dekavas look of confusion turned to one of understanding. She smiled and seized his paws. She shook his hands vigorously with hers.

Ah, I see! Pleased to meet you, Tkrn! Theyre [Guards]. The same group.

Ah. The others nodded. Krshia coughed, but only half in amusement. She was going to have to remind the others to always say Honored Beilmark and so on. Shed forgotten how seriously

Ten years. Her head turned as she heard another howl in the distance. Massed voicesshe looked around and stopped.

There came the true Silverfang Tribe. Nearly a thousand Gnolls loping across the ground, and leading them, a familiar form and voice. She howled again and Krshia answered her.

Akrisa Silverfang was, in fact, shorter than Krshia. But far more athletic. She did not stand behind a counter all day. She raced across the grass, her tribe racing past her.

Wow.

Tkrn stared. He had scarcely seen so many Gnolls at once! Nothat wasnt correct. He saw countless Gnolls every day in Liscor. But here was a mass of furry bodies, fur ranging from blonde to blackand not a scaly tail to be seen among them.

A Gnoll tribe. They bounded forwards and, abruptly, stopped. Krshia and the sixty or so Gnolls from Liscor were on foot, hurrying forwards.

Sister! It is good to see you, yes!

Krshia called out joyfully. She saw her sister raise a paw, smiling. But she had abruptly stopped. And the thousand or so Gnolls shed brought abruptly halted behind her, leaving her in front. They raised their heads

And Krshia halted. She had been going to run and embrace her sister as much as Dekava. But the sudden halt in the mad rush of exhilaration at seeing her kin was jarring. She eyed them

Er, form up behind me.

The other Liscorian Gnolls blinked. But they formed a rough wall behind Krshia and advanced, slower.

Who comes before the Silverfang tribe?

A voice shouted before Krshia could close the fifty or so feet between them. Krshia stopped again, blinking. That was ritualisticshe answered reflexively after a pause to search her memory.

Kin from afar! Seeking to meet those with our blood and will!

The Gnolls ahead of her paused. One shoutednot Akrisa. A Gnoll next to her. Krshia recognized a [Shaman]s markings and blinked again.

We greet our kin from Liscor! What do you bring, kin who have been gone so long?

Krshia frowned, hesitating. She hadnt meant to do this in front of all.

We bring ourselves, and our knowledge from a city far away! To join Silverfang to Silverfang once more!

She replied. The [Shaman] standing next to Akrisa paused. She saw him whisper to her sister. And Akrisa shook her head slightly.

What else do our kin bring?

A murmur of surprise ran through both sides. Krshia hesitated. She turned, and whispered.

Tkrn. Go with Jerci and the others. Grab the book.

The book, aunt?

Yes. Now. Hurry.

Tkrn and a few younger Gnolls hurried back to a horse with only one burden in the center of the caravan. Even nowa group of eight Gnolls stood around it, as they had the entire way here.

Of course, it looked just like a covered bundle in a blanket. But as Tkrn and the others fussed around it, unstrapping it and lifting italthough even Mrsha could have dragged it, light as it wasit was revealed to be a vast square of something.

A tome. They brought it over and the Silverfang tribe stirred expectantly. Krshia was staring at Akrisa. But her sister refused to look at her. She was staring at the sky as the [Shaman] called out.

What does our kin bring from the city where they have been gone for so long?

We bring knowledge! A gift for the Meeting of Tribes!

Krshia called back. She was gettingnot angry, but perplexed. She recognized the forms. She motioned the three Gnolls supporting the tome. As they passed her, she stopped themthen removed the blanket.

The giant magical book shone in the light. The writing on the tome, bound in some magical leather she had no way of identifying, was as pristine as if it had been printed a second ago. Not a sign of age

The pages were brilliant, beautiful, without imperfection. Far from common parchment. The book, to even Krshias limited [Shaman] knowledge, glittered with power. Even for Tkrn, who had no knowledge of magic whatsoever, he felt a presence. His fur stood on end.

The Silverfang tribe sighed as they saw it appear. The [Shaman] himself made a sound.

Thatis that what the Silverfangs of Liscor bring?

Yes. And this one presents herself before Chieftain and tribe. Are we welcome, kin?

Krshia approached as the book was brought halfway forwards. She spread her paws, looking at her sister. Uncertainly, Tkrn and Jerci and the third Gnoll tilted the book so all could see.

Thenand only thendid Akrisa look down. Krshia saw her sisters face.

Older. Older by two years. Not that muchand yet it was when you grew up together. Still young. A younger Chieftain now, compared to their mother. Silver beads hung in her mane; she had a single earring on the left, a miniature silver fang, the tip marked by ruby. Their mother had worn that.

A variation on the warriors patterns on her mane. Like Plains Gnolls, she only wore a type of breast band and loincloth in the hot summer air. Both patterned fabrics, comfortable and beautiful.

She carried a spearthe Silverfang Chieftains spear. Appropriately, an enchanted spear, closer to a glaive since it was curved.

She met Krshias gaze now, brown eyes deep, and her voice was softer than Krshias, but calm as she nodded.

You are welcome, kin. Present yourself.

Again, Krshia hesitated. This was not what she had imagined. But she approached, and then, knowing she should, knelt in the grass. She looked at Akrisathe [Chieftain] was already moving. She touched Krshias arm, and gently bade her to rise. Then, she embraced Krshia.

Kin. You are welcome, my sister. You and the Gnolls of Liscor! And you bring a great gift with you! A gift worthy of the greatest of tribes! Let it be said!

Her voice rose and she turned with Krshias arm in hers, thrusting it up into the air. Thenthe Silverfangs with her howled and shouted, throwing themselves forwards to cluster around the magical tome, grabbing the surprised Tkrn, Jerci, hugging them

All as it should be. But why the ceremony? Krshia turned to Akrisa, and the two shared a look. What should have been them embracing and laughing turned into a single moment of

Honored Krshia! Honored Krshia-aunt!

A shape hit Krshia in the leg. She staggeredand saw a little Gnoll racing around her. His fur was darkera mix of her and Akrisas brown and black. He had two black spots around his eyes, such that he looked almost like he had a mask on.

Cers!

Akrisas pause turned into a note of exasperation. The little Gnoll clung to Krshias leg. Then he let go, running about the two.

Mother, this is Honored Aunt Krshia, yes, yes? And thats a magic book! Are there more! Can I see it? Motherthey smell! Mother

Cers Silverfang, enough.

The [Chieftain] of the tribe was exasperated as she spoke to herson? Krshia stared. But she had received news of it. It was justhe was nearly Mrshas age! A bit younger, and so full of life and chatter it reminded her of, well, Ekirra. And if memory served

Satar. I told you to watch your brother.

Exasperated, Akrisa turned. And there a blonde Gnoll with the [Shaman]s staff trotted forwards, looking hugely embarrassed.

I tried, MChieftain. But he escaped me. Because he bit my arm.

She glowered at Cers. He flattened his ears.

I did not.

Satar Silverfang and Cers. Krshia knew one and had heard of the other, though he had not been born last time she visited. Satar had been just a child, and shyly greeted Krshia with an embrace.

Honored Aunt Krshia.

Satar. It is good to see you. And this must be Cers, yes? I am your aunt.

Hello! I am Cers!

He laughed, purely full of energy and excitement. Unrestricted and untamablelike many Gnoll children his age. In factpossibly worse than a City Gnoll because the second thing he did was dash at the horses.

Wait, thats dangerous k

Beilmark called out. But the young Gnoll leapt onto the back of one of the horses, swinging himself onto it. Bareback, he rode the surprised animal forwards.

Mother! Horses!

Cers, enough!

His ears flattened and he dismounted as his mother looked at him. It was an adult-look, the kind that told a child this was the last straw. Krshia was busy inspecting Satar.

She looked like her father. Krshia wondered if shed meet him. Cers on the other hand? He wasclearlynot Satars fur type. Nor was he from the same father.

The [Shaman] had black fur, and a speckled pattern of russet-red on his tail and ends of his legs and arms. Cers hadnt inherited that, but Krshia greeted him.

Shaman Cetrule, it is a great thing to meet you once more.

Indeed, Honored Krshia.

They exchanged a more formal hug, sniffing each other. Krshia was still taken aback at how shed met her sister. She looked at Akrisa.

Sister

Chieftain.

The one word stunned Krshia into silence. Akrisa looked at her warningly, then raised her voice.

Silverfangs! Back to the camp! Quickly! Put that blanket on the artifact. Shaman Cetrulecan you mask its magic? Even I can feel it upon my fur.

I will try, Chieftain. Honored Krshia, did you bring anything to mask it with?

We used a blanket

Some mud, then. We did prepare. The mud-blanket!

Krshia blinked. Suddenly, the Silverfangs were moving. The Plains Gnolls brought something she half-recognized.

It was a mud blanket, a word for a rather peculiar Gnollish invention. It was, wellmud encased in a holding material. It was usually fabric, woven such that the mud didnt escape.

Why did you need a blanket of mud? Well, to keep the heat in! It was an insulator that they used in some yurt-type housing that needed to resist super-cold situations or the opposite, heat. You could create steam-baths with it since it really helped keep the moisture in.

However, this was a special one. Krshia saw-smelled silver mixed liberally in with the mud. The heavy fabric was draped over the tome. Instantlythe magical aura faded.

Impressed, Krshia blinked. She turned to Cetrule.

You came up with that?

At the Chieftains request. We will use that to hide it. Bring it to my tent. I will safeguard it, until the Chieftain desires it presented.

Krshia opened her mouth againthen saw her sister look at her. She closed her mouth.

To the camp, then. We return in celebration! Our kin have returned and our great gift is here!

The Gnolls cheered. They helped the Gnolls from Liscor mount and return, whooping and howlingbefore being admonished to keep it a secret. Still, the mood was celebratory.

Only Krshia was confused at how she had been welcomed.

-

The Silverfang camp was on the edge of the gathering of the Meeting of Tribes. And Tkrn, swept up by the chaos of it all, saw the Meeting of Tribes at first as a vast, sprawling network of lights.

He understood more as he approached. It was not, at first glance, the largest sprawl of tents and Gnolls imaginable, a chaos of people. It was in fact organized. For a given value of organization.

Each tribe had their own area. Each one with tents, eating, cooking spaces, and so on. Not all were one tribe; some were mixed.

But between each tribe was a generous amount of space. A kind of neutral ground in which other things were set up. Places for smiths to sell goods, activities, communal eating grounds

Private and public was a good way of looking at it. Obviously as well, there were good places; the areas near the river where the Meeting of Tribes was taking place was already filled with countless tribesnot right at the border, but close enough to make gathering water simple.

Most tribes wanted to be in the center of it, such that the center of this sprawling area was filled and there were only gaps on the outer rim where the latest tribes to arrive were placed. Thus, the worst place to be was the one where you had to walk to both river and to get to the center area.

Which was where the Silverfang were. In fact, they hadnt even properly camped.

A thousand Silverfangs had come to greet Krshia and the others and Tkrn had naively assumed that was all there were. He was wrong.

Nearly ten times that number or more were spread out, a vast conglomerate of tents and Gnolls. They looked up as the ones who had greeted him came racing back, howling the good news.

We will establish our position at last! Now we know our kin are here! Inform the Plains Eye and Azmuzarre tribes!

The [Chieftain]Akrisawas shouting. His Chieftain? It was an odd thought. Tkrn was so caught up as he, Jerci, and the other younger Gnolls stared at the kin they had never met or known, that he nearly missed Krshia turning.

Tell the Plains Eye and Azmuzarre tribes?

Azmuzarre has organized this, Honored Krshia.

Chieftain Akrisa spokea bit stiffly for sisters, Tkrn thought. He saw Krshia hesitated.

Of course. But Plains Eye?

They are forming a map of all the tribes. They would want to know. In fact, I have not yet met with their Chieftain. I was holding off until you arrived. They will want to meet us.

I see

There was a second layer running to the camp that Tkrn did not quite understand. He did not, but Beilmark looked up and blinked.

Plains Eye must be even more powerful if were presenting ourselves to them. Ah, were back not a minute and its like we never left, huh, Raekea?

She sighed. Tkrn turned to her.

What do you mean, Beilmark?

He saw the Senior Guardswoman frown.

Its Honored Beilmark, Tkrn. We should have rememberedbut it has been nearly a decade. Call me that unless were around friends. Raekea too.

Do I have to do that, dear?

Her husband wondered aloud. Raekea laughed.

They make an exception for outsiders, Jekss. Butits tribe matters. We should have explained

Whats there to explain? Just be polite. Were City Gnolls these days. Did you hear that introduction? Kin from afar.

One of the older Gnolls sighed. The Gnolls of Liscor murmured, but quietly. Tkrn blinked. He began to understand that greeting was more than mere tradition.

-

What was that, Akrisa? We have been sisters for four decades and you did not acknowledge me until I presented our gift?

The Chieftain of the Silverfang tribe lived in a tent far bigger than Krshias apartment. Contrary to what many might thinkyou could build some fantastic temporary structures with bags of holding. Krshia could have fit three apartments of hers into this space and had room to spare.

A vast, domed ceiling, thick walls with the mud blanket insulators that kept sound outall enchanted of course. She recognized a [Shaman]s markings against insects on the walls, one against prying, and one more for cooling.

Three marksan extravagant use of power for all but a [Chieftain]. Each one took a toll on the [Shaman] to upkeep, however slight. Well, Silverfang was plenty large enough to support the spell easily and perhaps it was one of the other [Shamans] who had cast it.

Thirty minutes had passed since the welcome. The other Gnolls were in camp, getting settled, being welcomed.

Krshia was in Akrisas tent. She would sleep herethe Gnoll families did. In fact, there were rooms within the huge tent, formed by walls of cloth.

Luxury beyond Krshias apartment. But she was too upset to appreciate it. She turned to Akrisathe [Chieftain] had put down her spear and was sitting.

Silkap. I have some. You must be hungry. Silkap and bread?

Akrisa looked past Krshia. The Gnolls furious glare did nothing. Krshia folded her arms.

Yes. Please. We only had brunch.

Theres a jar there. Ill get some bread.

The [Chieftain] roserathershe got someone else to get some freshly baked flatbread. Krshia had already undone the jar and put a huge amount of the Gnollish spread in a bowl. She was glaring as Akrisa reappeared. Krshia grabbed the bread, tore a piece off, and held it up sarcastically.

This kin from afar thanks the Chieftain for the food. We share it as Silverfang alike.

She pasted some silkap onto it and bit. The fact that it tasted really good after her long trip didnt help. Hot bread, silkap tasting of meat, some chive, strong with lard like their mother made itmm. She masticated furiously.

Rather than rise to the bait like she normally would, Akrisa just helped herself.

Thats quite good. You should say that tonight when we eat in public.

The City Gnoll stopped mid-chew. Her eyes narrowed.

What? Akrisa, you are tempting my patience.

I am, yes? Well, that is terrible, no? For kinmuch less sistersI should have given you an embrace. A kiss and welcomed you without ceremony or gift! How could I?

The [Chieftain] murmured softly. Krshia nodded furious agreement.

You humiliated me in front of my people.

Hrm. Your Gnoll-people. Your Liscor-Gnolls. YourCity Gnolls.

We are of Liscor, now! But we are still Silverfang! What has gotten into you to make you so distant! Whats wrong with you? You should be rejoicing! I have brought a great gift! I

Krshia was snatching another piece of bread when Akrisas paw moved. She reached out and, before Krshia could dodge, snagged Krshias ear.

Between two fingers. Krshia yelped.

What are you

Her older sister twisted her ear.

You little brat. You were always like this. Why are you so mean, Akrisa? Why do you not hug me? What happened to the dozens of spellbooks we sent money for you to buy, hrm? What about the [Fireball] you told me blew up our gift? Why are you three days late?

Ow! Let go of

Akrisa twisted her younger sisters ear harder. Krshia yelped. And she had forgotten.

Firstly, that her sister had never been less temperamental than she herself could be. Second? She was an older sister. And some things never changed.

You come here late, and you think I can just run over on all fours and lick your cheek? Twist my tail, Krshia! I am a [Chieftain] now! I have to establish you are returning and make you follow some traditions or let half the tribe accuse you of being favored! Which you are! You are mad that I made you show everyone the gift our tribe has labored for ten years to bring after you said it was exploded?

I told you we got a new one!

And there were weeks of the entire tribe fearing we had lost all! For that matteryou act like there is nothing wrong? What happened to the warriors I sent to you, hm, Krshia? What happenedto Brunkr?

Abruptly, the fingers let go. Krshia leaned awaybut suddenly her anger was gone.

Oh.

Oh?

Akrisa looked at her, almost disbelieving. Krshia hung her head.

I

If you say you forgot, your cousin will kill you. And she will have to find a way to turn you into a zombie, because I will kill you first.

Akrisas eyes flashed. Krshia raised her paws.

I did not forget, sister. I would never. It is justanother important person was lost to us recently. That is why we were delayed. We were grieving.

The older Gnolls face flickered. Abruptly, her ire went out and she sat down.

More death? Another Gnoll? No? Either waythat city seems to bring death. So many. Not that the plains are ever safer. But BrunkrMenoa mourns. I made her stay. But she will want to speak with you.

I brought his ashes and belongings.

Good.

They sat once more. This time, Krshia didnt take the silkap. She hadforgotten. Somehow, Erin had wiped the memory of it.

Warriors to aid youkilled by Gazi Pathseeker before she rejoined the King of Destruction. Brunkrlost to a Named Adventurer who turned out to be false. Regrika Blackpaw. Our kin, eaten by our foe thought lost to time, lost in battle with monsters from the dungeon. This is what I hear, Krshia. I have feared for you for the last year.

Akrisa spoke now, directly to Krshia. The younger Gnoll hung her head.

I sent word each time. Butit must have been harder to hear it.

It was. Time and again? Six times, the tribe asked whether your going was a mistake. Whether it would be best to travel to Liscor to bring you all back, rather than to leave you in what seemed to us to be death and danger. What is happening there?

Much. A dungeon, athere was an inn. I cannot explain it, Akrisa. It is a longer story. And a sadder one. The Human I wanted to bring? She isgone.

Akrisas gaze darkened.

More sadness. Krshia

She reached out. Krshia guarded her ear, but this time Akrisa just drew her into a one-armed embrace.

I am sorry, Krshia. I am. We have much to say. It is just that I could not welcome you with open arms. Not after what was lost. You had to present yourself, and even then, I did not make you ask or wait upon my judgment. Some wanted that. If only to preserve my power.

What? Preserve it? Are that many trying to unseat you as Chieftain?

Krshia blinked. Akrisa let go of Krshia and gave her a crooked smile.

Aside from the usual malcontents, you mean, yes? Only one. And she sits across from me.

Krshias mouth fell open in denial. Akrisa waved at it as she took some silkap and bread.

You have done too well. A year before? I could have welcomed you, the loss and accidents aside. Now? Councilwoman Krshia, who sits on a Drake citys Council comes here. Some wonder if you are a Chieftain of the Liscor Tribe instead of a sister to the [Chieftain].

I would never

I know. But they said it. That should have quieted them down. Just do say something before we eat.

Krshia stared at her sister. She saw Akrisa sigh. Then look up. Unbidden, but in unison, the two began to chuckle.

Ive been gone too long from the tribes. Not a day back and it is all the same.

Akrisas chuckle was more rueful.

A bit. Some things have changed, but I did not upset the old ways of the tribe. Ah, Krshia. It has been too long. Sit. Tell me what needs telling before Cers scampers in. He will want to know all the storiesbut some things must be told only to me, mustnt they? Well, perhaps tonight with Cetrule.

Krshia relaxed. Nownow she felt like she was back. The uncomfortable welcome began to make sense. And her own guilt? She remembered it.

Brunkr. It felt too long for how shortly ago it had been. She ducked her headbut more silkap was offeredand Akrisa got up.

Some cheese! I have goatsunless Cers took it to snack on. Aha! There it is.

She produced some crumbling cheeseand then a brie for contrast. And some baked yellat, and some wine. It was hardly the most expensive spread, but it was filling and tasty. The two properly broke bread now.

Theres too much to say, Akrisa. ErinI can tell you all her story. For it is a good one. But enough to let me say that I am a Councilwoman thanks to her. And that Liscor is a city with its own troubles. Vast ones. The Antinium

Madness. The thought of you living with them under you? I still shudder.

Akrisa shook her head. Krshia sniffed.

They are quite nice. In factthey have names. They are a people now, a proper one. Perhaps even allies.

You must be joking, no?

Not at all. But that is for you and Cetruleeven Honored Gnolls to hear. Let me think. For us two? WellI am a bit mixed on how I feel, but I am a [Royal Shopkeeper] now. Level 33. And I have some interesting Skills there. A Level 11 [Councilwoman]oh, and I leveled up in [Shaman] after all these years.

Akrisas eyes widened.

Royal? How did that come about?

Part of the story. I met a [Princess]there is one living in Liscor. I did not write to you of that. But it is my hope we meet her, when we summon Mrsha.

The Doombringer? You wrote of that, Krshia. The [Longstrider Scout] I sentVvrow? He thought you were mad.

She had sent Vvrow to coordinate things. He had been impressed by Krshias classbut perhaps that was one of the reasons Akrisa had had trouble. Krshia sniffed.

White Gnoll-child. Not a Doombringer. I intend to prove that to the tribes.

Good luck. I cannot believe it myselfbut I will listen! Do not give me that glower, Krshia.

Akrisa took another sip of wine. Krshia sighed.

She is a good child. A [Mage]! She learned magic from the book, Akrisa. It can be done!

The Gnoll [Chieftain] coughed.

Stop telling me things while I drink, Krshia. It is going to come out my nose. So many developments in one year! Because of that Human?

Krshias face fell. Stillshe waited as Akrisa took a longer draft of wine.

Im also sleeping with that Drake I wrote to you of, Lism. On the Council.

Akrisa sprayed wine onto the floor and her fur. Krshia laughed so hard she fell over. Her older sister threw the empty cup at her.

You littleyou are mad! Mad andLism? I thought you wanted him dead!

Things change. Ohand by the way. If you want me to get you better wine, give me a barrel and Ill give it back to you after a month or two. [Appreciating in Value] is my Level 30 consolidation Skill. I have some gifts from Liscor that have increased in value in my care.

Akrisas jaw dropped.

What? You must be joking with me.

Not at all. Here, let me just

Krshia went to her bag of holding and belongings. She reached in and fished out the first of the gifts she had brought from Liscor. She handed something to Akrisa. It was a bottle of wine.

I bought this for barely a few silver on bargain. I didnt taste this one, but I had a second bottle of the same and it was the cheapest, foulest wine I could think of. Its been in my care since I got the Skill, about four months now.

Her sister eyed the label and cheap glass.

It looks like its not worth the cost of the bottle.

Well? Lets have a try.

The Chieftain of the Silverfang tribe gave Krshia a long look.

Im reminded you were a trickster, Krshia. If this is one of those pranks like the time you covered our old [Shaman]s tail in sap

You wound me, Akrisa. Im dignified in Liscor. People respect me.

Ill bet. Well

They poured a cup. Akrisa sniffed suspiciously and Krshia held her breath. She hadnt opened the bottle, and the uncorking made her heart flutter. But the first sniff made both Gnolls do a double-take.

That cant be right. It smells like

Akrisa dipped her tongue into the cup. She did a little taste and her eyes went round. Krshia inhaled a proper bouquet. She took a sip and gasped.

Oh, that is good.

Marvelous. But its

The two looked at each other. Then they both began to laugh. Krshia chortled and Akrisa took a huge draft and smacked her lips. Then she began to guffaw.

Cers! Cers, where are you? Come here and have a drink of your aunts wine!

She laughed as she poured a cup of the finest grape juice Krshia had ever had into a cup. It tasted like it was made of excellent grapes, butKrshia was laughing as the tent flaps opened and a Gnoll raced through.

Grape juice? Where? It smells so good!

The little Gnoll could detect the quality even more than they. Krshia scratched at her head, bemused.

It must have been closer to grape juice than wine! Either that or? I dont know how my Skill works!

Have you tested it? Sip, Cers! Well share this at dinner with the others. Its the product of your aunts hard work!

Its so goooood! Do they have this in Liscor all the time? Its so tasty! My tongue feels like its sparkling!

Cers took a sip, and then rolled about on the floor happily. It was such an innocent thing Krshia laughed and felt her heart gladdening for the sight. She talked as the boy raced out with the cup to show his friends.

I have tested it! Kept it secret, mainlybut the key is that it takes time. A week is barely enough time to notice much! Mind youI have tested it.

And?

It works on two objects at most. There is aa limit to the expense I think it can reach. And as of yet, it does not work on magical objects.

Ah, these limits make sense. And you are only Level 30.

Krshia nodded. She was an odd Gnoll, she would admit herself. She had reached Level 30 by consolidating her [Trader] classbut she had still achieved it in ten years of coming to Liscor. And she was a [Huntress], a [Shaman], and a [Councilwoman] now. All parts of her life.

So we cannot give you magical weapons to keep. What about quantity?

The Gnoll winked.

Well, I had tested it on smaller objects since people ask questionsit has to be where I sleep, you see? In my actual care, not my shop. But if you would like to roll a barrel of something into my tent

And it was status, status, even for providing free things. The Silverfangs were tentatively setting up a field with some Gnolls with more clothing explaining the game. The Plains Gnolls listened, some drifting back to the Meeting of Tribes, some willing to give this a shot.

Inkar looked at both games. And she knew.

Ohshe hadnt actually seen the broadcasts. The Longstalkers had debated getting a scrying orb, but Eska had called it frivolous and their [Shaman] agreed. They didnt need to stare at something all dayalthough Deskie had privately told Inkar that the weavers were going to buy a cheap one so they could work and watch!

But Inkar had not seenanythingyet. Until a week or two ago she had thought she was the only person in this world.

Then she had seen the crashed airplane and known. Now? She saw the game and had another thought.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Do you know this game? Baseball? Where does it come from?

She began asking the other Gnolls around her, urgently. Most had no idea, but a watching person uncrossed his arms long enough to inform her in a slightly surly voice.

Baseball. Comes from Liscor. Its been on Wistram News Network. Liscor, again. We need to head there, Merrik.

Later. We still cant move Yerra.

Hrmph.

The Minotaur snorted. Inkar gave him a wide-eyed look, but thanked him, ducking her head. He nodded.

Maybe I should try it. The swinging of that bat seems very much my style.

Well, if I play, its going to be that. Youre not going to get me running after a ball all day. Pekis down for it, though.

The Dwarf indicated the Garuda, who was already joining the Gnolls kicking the ball around and listening to the rules.

Tkrn! Will you help us explain the rules? I forgot how many players there are!

A Gnoll waved at a younger one trotting across the ground. Inkar looked at the Silverfangs. It was unlikely they knewthere was not a Human in sight here. But she had to ask.

She walked forwards. And someone grabbed her roughly.

Thats the one. Colorful garmentssmells of animals. You, Human. How did you get into the inner camp?

Inkar looked around. The Minotaur and Dwarf turned back. An angry Gnollin fact, three of them with an unfamiliar tribes markings were glaring at her.

What? II wasnt anywhere.

Inkar lied desperately. She might have told the truthbut these were not friendly-looking Gnolls. They werent necessarily warriors either. They looked like camp-Gnolls. But angry ones.

Liar. One of ours saw you in the inner camp! No non-Gnolls are allowed there! The Decles Tribe is going to find out how you got in. Come with us.

One took Inkars arm in an unfriendly grip. She shook her head.

No! I am with the Longstalkers Tribe! Let me go!

She protested. One of the Gnolls snorted.

Longstalkers? Thats some tale. Theyre good, traditionalists. Not like the mavericks.

He cast a glance at the Silverfang tribe and shook his head. Inkar didnt see what was wrong with this game, but the Gnoll clearly did.

If you are, the Chieftain will find out! Come with us!

His grip tightened. Inkar yelped.

Ow! Stop!

Here now. At least escort her without tearing her arm off.

Merrik, the Dwarf, scratched at his beard. The Gnoll from the Decles tribe snarled at him.

Back off, outsider! This is tribe business and this Human broke our laws!

Merrik frowned, but the Minotaur put a hand on his shoulder.

Tribal business, Merrik. We respect the laws or Feshi would have our horns.

Pah.

Inkar wasnt resisting. She marched with the Gnolls, reluctant to cause an incidentand besides, Eska could sort it out. It was uncomfortable, but she was moving with the Gnolls right until a Gnoll ran into the four, panting.

Oor. Late by a minute. The panting Gnoll had run everywhere, trying to track Inkars scent through the Meeting of Tribes. He would have arrived sooner if he hadnt lost it at the checkpoint.

Wait! Shes with us! Longstalkers tribe! My Chieftain sent me to go with her!

He gasped. The three Gnolls halted. One eyed Orr.

Were Decles tribe. This Human was in the inner camp

Yes! Yes, shes with our tribe! Sorryshes with us.

Orr! Inkar sagged with relief. But the three Gnolls didnt seem happy with that. One eyed Orr suspiciously.

You might not be Longstalkers. You could be a random Gnoll. And why would the Chieftain of the Longstalkers make such a foolish mistake?

Orr bristled at that. So did Inkar.

Chieftain Eska has her reasons. And both Ekhtouch and Greenpaw know a human is with us!

The Gnolls snorted at Greenpaw, but frowned at Ekhtouch. They looked at each other uncertainly, but their leader bared his teeth.

Fine. Then our Chieftain will investigate both matters! Come on.

He tugged Inkar and she yelped. She was willing to go with them, but did they have to drag her? Oor frowned.

Thats not necessary. Well go to Longstalkers first if we have to. Let InkarrHonored Inkar go.

The Gnolls around looked up. The Decles Gnolls gawked.

You must be mad. Honored? This is a bad ruse. Youre both coming with us.

Oor reached for Inkar.

I dont think so. If you want to askask Longstalkers or Ekhtouch! Inkarr, Im sorry. Lets

Dont.

The other Gnoll pushed Oor back. The [Warrior] stumbledand then his eyes narrowed. He looked at the three. They glared back, fur rising. Inkar tried to say something.

Oor, its fine. Well sort it out. Peacefully.

Im not going to let them drag you to another tribes camp like a criminal, Inkarr. I am Longstalkers warrior! Let her go!

The other Gnolls shook their heads. One growled.

Decles doesnt answer to Longstalkers. Follow us if you want to, but were taking her

He yanked Inkar and she stumbled. That was the last straw. Oor went for him. Which, in the annals of combat decisions wasnt the most intelligent.

There were three of them and one of him.

-

Tkrn was busy showing the other Gnolls proper form for swinging. He didnt notice the fight and commotion at first. Then he heard a shout.

Stop! Stop it!

He looked up. So did other Silverfangs and Gnolls. One called out.

Whats that?

Fight. Two other tribes. Dont worry; Plains Eye or Azmuzarre or a Chieftain will sort it out.

Reassured, the other Gnolls went back to the game. There was always minor stuff like that; even this morning, Tkrn had seen Akrisa break up a fight between the children of the Silverfang tribe. But his attention had been diverted. Then he heard the second shout.

Stop! Help, help!

He turned and dropped the bat. It was unconscious. In the outfield, Jercis mother, an avid player of the game, was warming up her glove. She saw Tkrn turn and go running.

He was a [Guard]. A member of Liscors Watch. He might not have been Beilmark or Klbkch-level, but there was one thing a member of Zevaras force learned and that was that if someone called out, you ran.

[Guards] got paid to run towards danger.

Not blindly of course. Tkrn was already scanning the crowd. Looked like a classic brawl to you. And that was a female voice shouting for someone to stop.

It never occurred to him that he was out of his jurisdiction. Baseball had brought him home. So Tkrn bellowed, reaching for his side reflexively.

City Watch! Out of the way!

Gnolls turned and moved aside as he rammed through them. It workedalthough their response was a bit different than Liscors citizenry.

What did he just say? City?

Tkrn halted as he saw the scene. Zevara had taught him well.

Assess the scene for critical threats. Weigh the odds.

It was three Gnolls beating on a fourth, with a young Human woman being held back by one as she tried to drag them back. By the looks of it, the Gnoll being knocked around had given as good as he got; two Gnolls had bloody noses and looked a bit battered.

But three versus one wasnt an easy fight. And it was definitely this Gnoll receiving a classic beat down now. Tkrn strode forwards.

Alright, break it up! City Watch! Who started it?

The tone of command worked everywhere. The Gnolls and crowd turned. They stared at Tkrn.

City Watch? Who are you?

The one holding back the young woman blinked. And Tkrn remembered that he was not in Liscor. His authority waveredand went out.

ErSilverfang tribe. You cant just beat that Gnoll to death!

He pointed at the Gnoll [Warrior] who was trying to swing dizzily. One of the Gnolls growled.

Stay out of it! Were Decles tribe, and this Human was in the inner camps! A Gnoll tribe brought her in! We didnt start this eitherthat Gnoll came at us.

Tkrn saw one knock the dizzy Oor backwards. He noddedand unconsciously interposed himself between the fighting Gnolls. Oor stopped. And the crowd murmured.

Hed done it now. But the [Guardsman] in Tkrn was telling him to do one thinghis brain another. What was he doing? Krshia would have his tail. But he remembered what shed said.

You did the right thing in the end. Next time, do it faster.

I think hes had enough, dont you? Lets all calm down.

The Gnolls eyed him, but it was another skill that any member of the Watch learned. Reasonable tones got you a long way in a heated situation.

Fine. We have the Human.

I didnt do anything wrong! Oor! Are you okay?

The young woman protested. Tkrn frowned. He was stepping on the edge, he knew, but he held out a paw.

Hold on. What has she done wrong?

She was spotted in the inner camp!

The leader was losing his patience fast. But the crowd was watching and he needed to justify himselfeven if he clearly thought it was a waste of time. Tkrn looked at him.

You have eyewitnesses? On what authority are you taking her?

Eyewitnesses? Were not conducting some city-investigation! One of ours saw her and we identified her! Were bringing her to our Chieftain. Stay out.

The Gnoll snapped back. Tkrn tilted his head.

I have a truth stone. You didnt even ask her if she was in the inner camp?

That was proper procedure. Some of the Gnolls looked amused as the Decles tribe Gnolls stared at Tkrn.

Hes got a point! Leave the poor Human alone! So what if one slipped into the inner camp?

Shut up. This is our tribes business!

Your tribes business? Says who? Youre Decles. Not Plains Eye.

Were traditional! And Humans shouldnt be allowed at the Meeting of Tribes! Any more than these other outsiders! Drakes especially!

The Gnoll snapped. He gave an unfriendly look to all the non-Gnolls around. Tkrn frowned. The atmosphere was turning ugly. Confrontation did that. He wished he had a calming Skill.

The Gnoll behind him tried to push forwards, heedless of the danger.

Shes not an outsider! Shes part of our tribe! Our Chieftain calls her Honored! Shes our guest to the Meeting of Tribes! You have no right to take her!

The Gnolls listening were surprised. The Decles Gnolls? Contemptuous.

Thats reason enough to bring her!

Soyoure arresting this Human because she went into the wrong camp? Despite being there because she came with a tribe?

Tkrn made sense of it at last. One of the Gnolls shot him a warning look.

Shes a Human in our sacred grounds. Thats enough. Now, weve wasted enough time! Move aside!

He went to shove past Tkrn. And both Oor and Tkrn blocked him.

No. Thats not good enough. Youre not Plains Eye and this Human has a right to be in the camp if a Chieftain vouches for her. Its your tribes will against

Longstalkers Fang! And Ekhtouch and Greenpaw vouch for her!

The crowd blinked at Ekhtouch. The Decles Gnolls snarledbut they sensed they were losing ground.

It was a debateor a quasi-one. Tkrn blocked the path of the Gnollsbut he had a bad feeling he knew where this was going. And he didnt have any backup. He looked around

Enough!

The Gnoll in front of him took a swing as Tkrns head turned. The [Guardsman] was ready for this, though.

[Fast Leg Sweep]!

The Gnolls fist never reached him. He went over backwards with a shout of surprise as Tkrn moved. Oor leapt over him and tackled the second Gnoll. The third growled and Tkrn reached for his baton

And remembered he wasnt on-duty. Also? Not wearing his leather armor or chainmail. He raised his fists and blocked a furious punch. Ow. Tkrn lurched backwards, his hand-to-hand training coming to him. It was Relc who taught that. And Relc taught

Tkrns fist hit the other Gnoll in the solar plexus. The Gnoll coughedand the one Tkrn had downed was scrambling up, Tkrn obligingly kicked him in the stomach. Oh

Shit. Suddenly, it was a fight. The two Gnolls took on the three from the Decles tribe as the crowd watched. Tkrn moved back, keeping them from getting around him. Watch training. He was actually better than a Gnoll [Warrior] in this kind of scramble. His heart was pounding. But more than that?

He knew Krshia was going to kill him.

-

It was one fight among many in the Meeting of Tribes. And in an area of miles upon miles, no one was coming to break it up right away.

Anyways, it was normal. So many Gnolls of different tribes and there was always a quarrel. Sometimes you had to let it ride out.

The danger was inescalation. But as of yet, the crowd was just watching. And to the surprise of the Dwarf, he wasnt holding the Minotaur back. If anything, Venaz was calmly holding him back.

Not tempted to join in, Venaz?

What am I, a savage, Merrik? This is clearly a dispute over law. Wed be interfering in a serious way if we got involved. That Gnoll with the leg sweep is doing well.

Indeed, it was three versus two, but the Longstalker [Warrior] and the Silverfang city [Guard] were holding their own. The three Decles Gnolls werent exactly the highest-grade trained combatants. And no one was throwing out more than a [Quick Strike] or [Leg Sweep].

A proper brawl. But only five contestants. The young woman was hovering, but wisely not actually joining in. All five Gnolls were fighting as more Gnolls abandoned the game or came over.

Whats happening? Are they fighting? Whats the issue?

Some of the Gnolls turned their heads, catching more interested parties up.

Fight over a Human being where she shouldnt. Those two are defending her. Silverfang and Longstalkers, I thinkthe other tribes Decles.

Hrm. And the Human broke the rules?

Thats what theyre fighting about. Hey, you want a pop-the-corn?

A Silverfang Plains Gnoll offered some of his gift to the newcomer. The Gnoll snorted. He watched as Tkrn, bloody-mouthed, got one of the Gnolls in an arm-bar.

Youareunderarrest.

The Gnoll wheezed. Another Decles Gnoll was on the ground, stunned or unconscious. Oor was beating down the third in a reversal.

Tkrn was reaching for his cords, which he did have on him. And he was wondering what to do next. He didnt have Zevara or a patrol of [Guards] to help him haul the Gnoll off. He should just find Krshia, Beilmark, or a Silverfang and

Someone broke the ranks of the circle of onlookers. Tkrn was restraining the cursing Gnoll. He heard a voice.

Which one of you is Decles tribe?

Me!

The two Gnolls on the losing end of things shouted. Tkrn turned his head. He saw a Gnoll with thick, almost metallic gray fur nod.

Understood.

Then he grabbed Tkrn and hit him with an uppercut that sent Tkrn flopping off the downed Gnoll. Tkrn stared at the sky for a second and then jerked. He sat up. The Gnoll with the strange fur was standing over him.

What are you

The other Gnoll kicked at him. Tkrn rolled away. He saw the Gnoll advancethen pivot and kick Oor off the third Decles Gnoll. The two awake Decles tribe Gnolls jumped the Longstalker [Warrior] again from both sides.

What are you doing?

Supporting allies. Steelfur tribe.

The Gnoll cracked his paws. Tkrn scrambled up. He hesitated. Did he just say

The other Gnoll lashed out with a much faster punch than the other Decles Gnolls. Tkrn dodged it and countered. His fist struck the other Gnoll in the jaw; the Steelfur Gnoll didnt even try to dodge.

Ow.

Tkrn felt like hed just punched chainmail. Spiky chainmail. He stared at the other Gnolls fur. Steelfur. Oh Rhirs hells

-

Now whats happening? I cant see. Give me a ride on your back, Venaz?

I would rather die. Another Gnolls joined the fighting. Seems to be on the side of the Decles tribe. Hes taking apart both of the other Gnolls. Well, it is three to two again.

Venaz was commentating to Merrik and Peki. The Garuda was fluttering up.

Steel fur. Not fair, not fair.

Theyre losing.

Venaz agreed. He was munching on some popcorn. He offered the Silverfang Gnoll some coins, but the crowd was passing around snacks.

Isnt anyone going to help the Silverfang? His tribes here!

Merrik exclaimed. Some of the Silverfangs looked uneasy. They glanced sideways

Seven Steelfur Gnolls looked around. They were watching the fight where their lone friend had joined in. Merrik sighed.

Ah. Superiority by numbers. Good lads.

A few Gnolls shared Merriks opinion, but they had reservations.

We should do something.

Theyre Steelfur. You fancy fighting armor for fur?

Some of the Silverfangs were whispering. Someone was already running to get Akrisa, Cetrule, or another Honored Gnoll. In the meantime?

-

Tkrn felt like he was fighting mini-Relc. Not as strong or as fast, but nearly as tough, at least without anything more than his fists.

The young woman was trying to stop them, but a Gnoll shoved her off her feet. Oor was down againTkrn growled.

This wasnt right! He felthe looked at the young woman, who had been singled out for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but mainly for being Human. He remembered someone else who had had a bad entrance to a good city. His city.

Give up and lie down.

The Steelfur Gnoll advised Tkrn. The [Guardsman] shook his head. His face hurt.

Not a chance.

He backed up though. Even one-versus-one, he was going to lose. The Gnoll advanced and Tkrn saw his buddies keeping back the Silverfang tribe. Tkrns head was ringing. Was he in Liscor?

Assess the situation. Weigh

Brawl incident. Escalation with member of Liscors Watch. Danger of accidental death or injury. Human civilian in dispute. At this point in time, [Guardsman], what is the correct move?

Zevara was bellowing in his ear. He knew the answer. Tkrn dizzily reached for his neck. He produced something. The Steelfur Gnoll went cross-eyed. Inkar, lying on the ground, stared. Then she reached up.

She covered her ears before Tkrn blew on the whistle. Every Gnoll in a hundred meters shouted in agony and clutched at their ears. Tkrn blew again before the Gnoll knocked it out of his mouth. Then he punched furiously.

Reinforcements! Another Watch patrol would be here in

A fist knocked him back into reality. Another one threatened to knock him out of consciousness. Oh, right. There wasnt more of the Watch

But the sound had definitely attracted even more attention. More people were asking what the heck was going on. Including some Gnolls investigating the weaving who recognized Inkars voice.

That cant be Inkarr, can it?

One of the weaving group looked over. More were hearing.

Its a fight over a Human! Some Gnolls want to kick them all out! Steelfur and Decles are kicking the fur off anyone who disagrees!

That was the garbled version of the truth that made its way out of the immediate event. Other Gnolls looked at each other. More went running for Krshia or Akrisa, but they were deep in their camp, discussing white Gnolls and Humans, ironically.

-

And Tkrn was out of time. Dizzily, he looked up; the other Gnoll had a grip on him and was punching him. He blockedthen his arm slipped. The Steelfur Gnoll raised an armInkar was being held back by the third Decles Gnoll, on his feet.

Someone grabbed the arm. The Steelfur Gnoll twisted.

Who dares

Enough. Stop this. Let the Human and these Gnolls go.

Someone spoke. Tkrn was too dizzy to make it out. The Steelfur [Warrior] wasnt about to listen to that, no matter how reasoned the tone, though. He spun

[Power Strike]!

He hit the other Gnoll in the stomach with all his might. Tkrn heard a whoof and groan from the crowd. The other Gnoll growled. The Steelfur Gnoll went cross-eyed, staring at his fist. Then the answering punch laid him flat.

Everyone saw the Gnoll hit the ground. They waited for the Steelfur [Warrior] to rise. His eyes were rolled up in the back of his head.

Erad!

The other seven Steelfur [Warriors] rushed forwards. They charged Tkrn and the other Gnollthe second Gnoll spun. The Steelfurs Gnolls were fearless. Their fur was steel thanks to their Chieftain! They

saw the magical sigils light up. They tried to stop. Merish hit a second Gnoll with an elbow in the jaw, then picked up a third and tossed him. The [Shamanic Warrior] squared off against a fourth and punched.

Tkrn got to his feet. His head was ringing. Suddenlymore Gnolls were fighting. One seized him and he saw more Decles warriors flooding into the fight. They jumped the lone [Shamanic Warrior]for all of five seconds.

Then more Gnolls shouted.

Thats Merish! Plains Eye tribe to me!

Gnolls spotted one of their kin under assault by Steelfur and Decles. They charged away from their posts and entered into the fray.

Wait, stop, st

Tkrn kicked the Decles Gnoll who was shouting. Too late for both! He grabbed Inkar and dragged her back.

Protect civilians in a brawl

Stay back!

He shouted. She nodded, wide-eyed.

What had been a five-person fight was now in the dozens. And the reason was getting more muddled by the second. Three more [Shamanic Warriors] and a number of Plains Eye Gnolls without [Warrior] classes ran forwards.

Whats happening? Merish! Merish!

An angry little Lizardman was hitting Gnolls with his staff. But he was one of the few using weapons.

-

Whats happening? Why are they brawling?

Its a fight over whether Humans should be allowed into the Meeting of Tribes at all! Theyre trying to kick that Human out!

What? Inkarr?

The anti-Human Gnolls were increasing in number. Whereas Tkrn and the Gnolls embroiled in the fightingnow Silverfangswere trying to shelter the one Human in the midst of the chaos.

Three students of Baleros watched, increasingly antsy despite the Minotaur assuring them it was a Gnoll affair and they were compelled not to interfere. They saw some of the Decles Gnolls grabbing at Inkar as the [Guardsman] tried to block them. It was looking bad

The Steelfur Gnolls were just too tough for anyone but Merish and the [Shamanic Warriors] to go fist-to-fist with. Two joined the Decles group and they were dragging the young woman away. She blinked out of existence and the Steelfur [Warrior] snarled. He turned and saw her running.

Stop!

He ran after her. Tkrn was shouting.

Halt, criminal!

But he was embroiled in the fighting. The Steelfur warrior lunged at Inkar and ran neck-first into the arm. The second figure threw him to the ground.

I like Humans! Whos bullying people?

She cracked her knuckles and removed the spectacles. The coughing Steelfur Gnoll tried to get upthe female Gnoll hopped on his chest and then leapt forwards. Merish was tangling with four Gnolls at once.

Emper! Elgrinna! Get over here!

She leapt and drop-kicked one of the Steelfur Gnolls in the back. They both fell downand the unknown Gnoll hooked a leg as she came up. Then she shoulder-tackled another in the gut.

The angry two tribes found more outsiders joining into the fight. A Stitchman stopped a charging Gnoll with a palm to the chest. Inkar saw the Gnoll go flying and stared as Emper lowered his hand.

[Force Palm]. Stay behind us, Miss.

The [Monk] bowed to her again. The Dwarf just grunted.

Im going to kill LemmingSuxhel, watch our backs!

She lowered her head and charged headfirst into a groin. Emper strode forwards and the other Gnolls around Inkar were flung back. Not by a physical blow, but by a look.

The Gazers five eyes swung from target to target, moving them by force ofsomething. The four adventurers were joining in.

Venaz was vibrating. Merrik was staring at the female Dwarf, frowning.

I swear I know her. How many female Dwarf adventurers in Izril are there? Venaz, are we just going to stand here with our beards up our asses?

No! Dead gods! For the House of Minos!

Venaz charged into the fight. Peki and Merrik grinned. Althoughat this point it wasnt clear whom the Minotaur was fighting. It was just a brawl, and as Tkrn could have told you, at some point the reason behind it was lost.

The Gnoll staggered out of the fighting, spitting blood and feeling as though hed cracked at least one finger. He looked around for Inkar and staggered towards her. Something began to pick him up, lifting him into the air

No! He protected me!

Tkrn was dropped. The Gazer shifted her attention away. Inkar rushed forwards.

Wheres Oor?

Who? That guy? Hes

Either enmeshed in the fighting or out of it. Tkrn looked over his shoulder.

The fighting was still making its way towards her. Some of the Decles Gnolls were rushing past them towards the Gazer and Tkrn and Inkarr. They passed some older, female Gnolls.

It is Inkarr! Shes in trouble! Go find Chieftain Eska! Or Deskie! Now!

A Gnoll exclaimed. One went bolting through the crowd. The Decles Gnolls passed the weaving circle Inkar had made friends with

One of the [Weavers] grabbed a Decles [Warrior]. She was twenty years older than he was, but she put him in a chokehold and two more went down and the older Gnolls began kicking them.

Tkrn was laughing even as he towed Inkar away. It washe looked at the young woman. She was different. But it reminded him of her.

Chaos for the right reasons. Merish yanked Gnolls away from Viri as the Lizardman insulted his opponents, hopping away.

Wheres the Human? I

Someone charged into him and punched the Gnoll. He howled and knocked his opponent flat.

The Humans not here! Back away!

He snarled at his smaller opponent. The Gnoll with white stripes on his cheeks hesitated, his paw raised to strike.

What Human?

Merish stared at him.

Why are you here?

We heard there was a good fight!

The Gnoll grinned and punched Merishthen regretted it.

-

Venaz was carefully demonstrating the superior fisticuffs of the House of Minos. He was aiming for the Steelfur warriors, who were a proper fight, when he saw an old Gnoll walking through the brawl.

Instantly, he snapped out of his fight-mode.

Old Gnoll! You! Honored elder! It isnt safe!

The Gnoll was short for his kindcloser to five foot five, which was a short Gnoll. He was gray, as old as the oldest Weatherfurs Venaz had met. The Minotaur blocked the combatants as he tried to steer the old Gnoll away.

Safe? Ah, its a fight. A fight. Good

The old Gnoll looked around. He was naked except for a single, very traditional, loincloth. He looked at Venaz.

Minotaur. Excellent.

He grinned. Venaz stopped. His internal warriors senses were tingling. He saw the Gnolls eyes open wideand then his teeth bare themselves. Venaz saw veins stand out under the old Gnolls furthen tendons.

Then the Gnolls eyes developed that spark ofragethat Venaz recognized in Minotaurs. His body seemed to convulse. And washe suddenly taller? Like, an entire foot taller at least?

Ahelder. I dont want to

Too late. The old Gnoll [Berserker] grabbed Venaz arm. And the Minotaur suddenly had serious reservations

-

Did someone just throw that Minotaur?

The female Gnoll who had been wearing spectacles blocked a punch with her armguard. Some of the brown paint flaked off and revealedinstead of the disguised leathera brilliant glow beneath. She punched back, then whirled.

Someone behind her! She raised a fist

And Tkrn held up his hands, shielding Inkar.

Stop, stop!

The Gnoll looked at Tkrn. She blinked.

Ah! Its the Human! Get her to safety!

Im trying! But its chaos!

Even the nearby tents and stalls were involved in hundreds of Gnolls fighting. Even if that was only throwing things or cheering on their favorite tribe. The Gnoll adventurer grinned.

Follow me! Well get you out! Emper! Where are?

There! There is the Human who started this!

A howl from the left. Tkrn and Lehra turned. Inkar, looking around for Oor, froze.

Warriors from the Decles tribe, including the original three. But this time

Theyd drawn their weapons. Tkrn groaned.

Oh no. Escalation.

The Watch knew this. Let a fight go on too long and eventually, if it wasnt contained or just a spirited brawl, it turned ugly. Someone drew a knife. And that wasnt necessarily the dangerous part. The dangerous part was

They have weapons!

One of the [Shamanic Warriors] with Merish shouted. Instantly, he drew a steel throwing axe. The Steelfur and Decles warriors around him scrambled back. And they went for their weapons.

No! Stop! No bloodshed!

Someone cried that out. But it was too late. Ill will or the desire to fight had turned into real bloodlust. The Decles Gnolls advanced. Tkrn reached for the sword or baton he hadnt broughtbecause the Meeting of Tribes was supposed to be safe.

Stay behind me.

No, Ill run! Dont

Stop.

The female Gnoll adventurer looked calm. She blocked the way as the armed Gnolls advanced. They aimed their weapons at her.

Move aside! We are Decles tribe and we will have that Human even if we have to draw blood to do it!

They were beyond reasonand indeedthe inciting incident was too petty for this. The female Gnoll held her ground.

No. Youll have to go through me to do that. And you dont want to do that.

Watch out! Theyre not going to stop!

Tkrn shouted at her. She just grinned at him. He heard more howls.

Silverfangs had arrived at last. Dekava had arrived with her spear, but that was just adding to the danger. It was going to be a battle!

Enough! This has gone on long enough! By my authority, that Humans under my protection!

The female Gnoll shouted. The Decles Gnolls charged, heedless. Tkrn looked around for a weapon. A torch on a pole. A baseball bat! Something to save the suicidal brave Gnoll

The adventurer raised her arm. And the flaking brown paint on her armguard fell off. The Gnolls staring at her saw a flash of light on a metal beyond steel. She raised her arm and shouted.

In the name of the City of Stars!

The gauntlet glowed. And thenthe Blade of Mershi flashed. The Gnolls around her cried out. Tkrn shielded his gaze. And when he looked again, the Gnoll was holding a spear. Her body was covered in segmented, glowing armor.

The armor of stars. Drake armor. The last heirloom of the Walled City of Stars. The Decles tribe halted as Lehra Ruinstrider, Named Adventurer, lowered the blade.

Everyone halted. Merish, panting, shielding Viri. Venaz, Peki, and Merrik, as Feshi and some Weatherfur Gnolls halted, skidding forwards.

Krshia and Akrisa, with Beilmark and some of the Silverfang tribes best warriors.

Wide-eyed, Dekava, Tkrn, and the others turned. Lehra lowered the spear, looking a bit embarrassed. She scratched at the back of her helmet.

Darn. And here I was hoping to keep my cover for at least a day!

She laughed as her team formed up around her. A Gazer [Wizard], a Stitchman [Monk], and a Dwarf [Axe Thrower]. Members of one of the most famous Gnoll-led teams in the world, and one of the few Named Adventurers of her kind.

Stargazers Promise, and Lehra Ruinstrider, the [Magical Warrior].

The fighting stopped. Mad with rage they might be, but the Decles tribe wasnt suicidal. Nor did anyone want to challenge the Named Adventurer. Not even Venaz. Tkrn, panting, saw more Gnolls flood forwards in the sudden silence.

Is that Lehra? The Stargnoll?

Chieftain Eska stared for only a moment. Deskie didnt even stare.

Inkarr! What happened? We heard the Decles tribe was kicking up a storm after you and came. Are you hurt?

The old [Magic Spinner] checked Inkar over, and then the Longstalkers were surrounding her. Not just them; eighteen of the Ekhtouch and Chieftain Orelighn of the Greenpaw tribe was there with his people too.

What is happening? Why are my warriors engaged in a brawl

Another Gnoll strode through the chaos. Krshia and Akrisa approached as Chieftain Eska looked up. Lehra turned and gasped.

Chieftain Iraz!

The Chieftain of the Steelfur tribe was one of the most famous Gnolls living, such that even Tkrn knew his name. And Steelfurs might was founded on his Skills.

His fur looked like metal itself. And it was apparently tougher than even steelsort of a misnomer for the tribe, then. Tkrn saw him halt.

Silverfang. Greenpaw. Longstalkers Fang. And Steelfur. The Chieftains regarded each other in the aftermath of the fighting. And this too was familiar. Tkrn looked around.

All you need now is a crazy Human to serve cake.

He saw Inkar jump and look at him. Krshia stared at the slightly-dizzy grin on Tkrns face.

What happened here? Lehra, those are my warriors youre pointing your spear at.

The Chieftain of the Steelfur Tribe was first to speak. Iraz looked at Lehra. The much-younger Gnoll looked guilty.

Sorry, Chieftain Iraz. I didnt mean to pick a fight with them. It was justthey were going to throw this Human out and I had to stop them.

Throw a Human out?

Irazs brows came together. Instantly, the Steelfur warriors protested. They hurried forwards, clearly worried.

Not that, Chieftain! We were coming to the aid of Decles, who were in a fight over custody of the Human who broke the Meeting of Tribes laws.

She did not!

A howl came from the back. Oor stumbled upright, extremely battered but furious. Eska gasped.

Oor! Who did this to you?

Those brutes went after Inkarr for being in the inner camp! Even though I said Ekhtouch and our tribe vouched for her!

And Greenpaw!

Chieftain Orelighn added. Iraz looked around.

Chieftains Akrisa, Eska, Orelighn. Are your warriors mixed up in this?

It appears so. One of our kin came to the aid of Longstalkers Fangs. We just heard of it, Chieftain Iraz.

Tkrn winced as Krshia and the other Gnolls glared at him. But not too long. Oor was still talking.

They didnt take our word for it. Nearly twisted Inkarrs arm off and said that their tribe would decide things even after I told them to go to you, Chieftain Eska!

Is this true?

The Decles Gnolls were off-guard and unhappy at the sudden change. They glowered, and one spat.

The Longstalker warrior attacked us first! That Human was in the inner camp and we did exactly what we should have when one of ours spotted her!

You didnt think to ask Plains Eye or the tribe involved before dragging her off? As for my warriorsdid you jump into the argument without even establishing whether Decles was right?

And who would not take Ekhtouchs word? If we vouch for her, one has either lied and used our word without our consentor there is nothing to say.

One of the Ekhtouch Gnolls sniffed haughtily. That actually helped since every Gnoll rolled their eyes at this. The Decles Gnolls were quiet. Iraz looked around, vexed. It was Krshia who coughed.

No tribe is entirely without fault. Perhaps we should make amends and come to the truth later.

Well said. Inkarr, you will come with us. And if anyone would like to argue, come forwards!

Deskie snapped. The esteemed weaver looked around for a challengeeven Decles wouldnt step up to that one with her.

But they werent happy. Tkrn relaxed slightly as the mood deescalated. Iraz turned to Akrisa, Eska, and Orelighn.

I will speak to Decles Chieftain. He will be furiouslet us talk later.

Skies willing. Thank you, Chieftain Iraz.

He nodded curtly and strode off. Half the Steelfurs went with him, but the other half remained to help fix the damages.

In the aftermath of a fight in Liscor, Tkrn was used to outrage. Drakes coming out in safety to assign blame, the Watch taking names and damages for punitive fines and so on.

This was different. The tribes were helping fix the damages, talking, making upand, surprisingly, doing so with a fair amount of goodwill. A Steelfur warrior rubbed her jaw as she offered a paw to Merish and he took it.

Good fight. Nice to see other tribes can still punch.

Another Gnoll commented. Tkrn shook his head. This would have been the start of some serious grudges in Liscor. But the Plains Gnolls had a different attitude towards fighting. Sometimes it was necessary.

Then againthe Decles tribes Gnolls just spat and stormed off back to the inner camp. Someone tsked.

They drew weapons first and they cant even acknowledge a good fight? Someone should have slapped all of them as cubs.

A Gnoll with those markings on his fur who had come for the good fight groused. It was an old Gnoll with grey furthe same one Venaz was avoidingwho walked over and kicked him.

You dont beat children, you fool. You beat adults. Children are too small to understand, and too fragile. That was a good fight. But we missed it because all of you were too slow!

He growled. Tkrn, reaching for a potion, eyed the newcomers.

What tribe is that?

Dekava glanced over as she produced a potion to help tend to his and the other Silverfangs wounds.

That has to be Wild Wastes. They train [Barbarians]. [Berserkers] too. If I know that old Gnoll, hes a famous one.

Too right! And there was no one to fight. I wanted to take on another Named Adventurer.

The old Gnoll had heard her. Lehra Ruinstrider was surrounded by admirers, but he seemed to be interested in her for entirely different reasons. He grinned.

You were two feet taller in the fight.

[Berserker]. Were Wild Wastes tribe. And those Decles Gnolls needed a good initiation ritual. I am Berr. Some called me Honored Berrigral. But I dont care. You, youngling. You fight well for a City Gnoll. Shame you havent fought enough.

He gave Tkrn a gap-toothed grin. Here was a scary old Gnoll. He reminded Tkrn of Tekshia.

Initiation ritual, Honored Berr?

To toughen up young Gnolls. We dont beat cubs. But we do kick out the stupid of our young warriors when theyre nearly of age. Every Gnoll thinks he or shes the toughest [Warrior] in the world. So. We make them fight a cow when theyre sixteen.

The two young Gnolls looked at him.

You meana Razorhorn Bull or something like that, Honored Berrigral?

He looked puzzled.

No. I mean a cow. An angry one.

So just a bull.

Mm. They dont have to be male. We dont give them any weapons. They get to fight with their paws versus a cow. All those spitfire Gnolls think theyre so strong until a cow sits on their legs. They usually dont die, though. Thats what those Gnolls need. Traditionalists. Always arrogant.

Isnt Wild Wastes a traditional tribe?

Berr gave Dekava a blank look.

I suppose it is. But we dont care. Good fight, younglings! Call me if you have another. Especially if you get Iraz. I want to see if hes any tougher.

He wandered off. Tkrn stared after him. Truly, the Meeting of Tribes brought all kinds of Gnolls.

Krshia smacked him. Then she pinched his ear.

And what were you doing?

Aunt! I was just trying to helpmy ear!

Tkrn whined. Krshia was in the middle of tongue-lashing him when someone came over.

Excuse me. Please do not be too angry atTkrn? He helped me. I would have been hurt otherwise.

Tkrn and Krshia turned. Inkar had come over with the Longstalkers to apologize and thank him. Chieftain Eska nodded, a touch warily, at Akrisa. Krshia let go of Tkrn. She smiled, ruefully.

At least he did some good this time. You areInkarr?

Inkar of the Longstalkers. Yes.

Inkarr the Traveller. And she is Honored Inkarr. I think of her as a granddaughter!

Deskie put in fondly. Krshia blinked, but she smiled.

Honored Inkarr. I am Honored Krshia. And this is my nephew who causes much trouble, Tkrn!

He hung his head. But Inkar nodded at him.

Thank you, Tkrn.

It was nothing. Im uha [Guard]. I just acted on instinct, Miss Inkar.

She blinked.

Say that again.

I acted on instinct?

No, my name.

Inkar?

The young woman was delighted. She clapped her hands.

I knew someone could say it!

Tkrn realized he hadnt put the rolling rs on the end of her name that every other Gnoll did. A city accentInkar was laughing.

Oh good, shes safe. And is this Silverfang? I was going to play baseball.

A commotion. From the side came Lehra Ruinstrider, as some of her tribe kept the crowd back. Tkrn and the others stared. Half the Gnolls bowedbut she grinned.

Hello. Is it Tkrn and Inkar? Im Lehra.

She casually stuck out a paw. Inkar hesitated, then she took it, and Tkrn did likewise. He blinked at her.

Youre the Stargnoll. The youngest Named Adventurer in

Dont call me that. Just Lehra is fine. And youre from Liscor, right? The city withpopcorn. Ive been dying to try it, but not even Oteslia had any!

Popcorn?

And cake. I heard you have special, tall cakes. And ice cream and

The Gnoll looked longingly at her team. Half of them rolled their eyesand when a Gazer did it, that was something.

This was the moment. Merish was shaking his head, a bit embarrassed. But he too was looking at the Human. Tkrn was speaking.

Thank you for helping. I justwe have Humans in my city. So when I thought someone was trying to get rid of one because she was Human

I like Humans. My entire team is like me!

Lehra grinned. Merish looked at Viri, who was hopping forwards, excited to meet a Named Adventurer. And that was the attitude. He himself remembered a glorious company. It had been so short

You too. Hello. Thank you so much for coming to help.

Inkar smiled shyly at him. Tkrn turned and began to thank Merish profusely. The [Shamanic Warrior] waved it away.

I am warrior Merishof Plains Eye. I only did what I thought was right. This is Viri, from Baleros.

What a strange group. Venaz listened from afar, remembering his own business in Liscor. Tkrn was trying to assure Lehra that it wasnt actually that hard to get popcorn.

You can make some with dried corn and oil. And salt. Andyeast, although that might be optional. But we have some if you want. And cakes, I think.

Really? Can I buy some?

Tkrn shrugged. A second later, Chieftain Akrisa nearly knocked him flat. She smiled at the Named Adventurer.

The Silverfang tribe would be honored to give you as much as you want, Adventurer Lehra. You and your team! And to a warrior of the Plains Eye tribeplease, you are all friends this day.

Merish ducked his head, more reserved than Lehra, who was practically dancing at the idea. She turned to Akrisa.

Chieftainare you all from Liscor? Did the Silverfang tribe go there? I hear theres all kinds of exciting stuff that way!

Not our tribe, Honored Lehra. But our kin work there and have come all this way to join in the Meeting of Tribes. This is Honored Krshia, my sister, who leads them. You know Guardsman Tkrn. Here is also Honored Beilmark

They did the introductions. Tkrn felt odd, standing next to such an important Gnoll. He saw Inkar keep glancing at himand then at the baseball field, currently being repopulatedand then her Chieftain.

Is this where baseball comes from? They are playingbaseball, Eska.

A meaningful look. Tkrn nodded, without seeing the way Krshias eyes sharpened at the correct pronunciation of the game on first go. Anda Human among Gnolls. She nudged Akrisa ever-so-slightly as Eskas ears perked up and she stared at Inkar.

Yes. A Human in Liscor invented the game. ActuallyI know Joseph, the Human who made soccer. Football, rather.

Really?

Different emotions. Viri was excited and Merish, tired, was happy to see that in the Lizardman. Simple and plain. Lehra was interested.

Venaz curious as he came over to introduce himself.

Inkar? She blinked. Krshia Silverfang looked at her, and then saw Eska and Orelighn looking at her sharply. She smiled.

And she knew. She stepped back as she let Tkrn talk to this chance group, of extraordinarily important people. Feshi, who trained under the Titan of Baleros and whose tribe was as great as the Plains Eye tribe represented by Merish? The Named Adventurer, the Stargnoll?

That was one thing. But most importantlyshe looked at Inkar. Whom they called Inkar the Traveller. Krshia bared her teeth as Akrisa watched her.

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Later that day, Elirr, taking a break from another Council meeting to discuss the war with Hectval received a simple missive from the Silverfangs at the Meeting of Tribes. He read it, reading the hidden code in the [Message].

Please prepare Mrsha to come. She will be needed.

Alsosend one of the Humans. We have met another.

His eyes widened. And the Meeting of Tribes truly began as Tkrn met new friends and people after a game of baseball and a fight.

It was almost like the old days.

Authors Note: Why~ is it such a long~ chapter~?

I might have been able to do this in two parts. The tradeoff would have been a more boring chapterbut more expansion on the Meeting of Tribes and scenes.

There is definitely more to say, though, so perhaps this is fine. Either way, I hope you enjoy! We are three chapters in and Im already tired of counting.

But I might be getting back into the stride of things. At least, I am enjoying Gnoll cultureare you? The Meeting of Tribes was actually supposed to be before thisby like a Volume or two before I realized how much there is to say.

So it goes. But more Gnolls and people are meeting. And Im sure there will not be any dramatic results from all of this.

Ahem. Thanks for reading and Ill see you next time!

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