The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 52: MN

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The Meeting of Tribes had begun to lose its luster. After months, the tribes had, ironically, had enough of each other. There was a natural flow to the events; at first it was a twenty-year mega-reunion with all the celebration and fun you could want.

Then you got the traders, the pacts from tribe-to-tribe buying goods, making alliances. Lastly, and this was now, was the deliberation of Chieftains. The wrangling, the decisions, some great, others less so, and then the Meeting of Tribes would break up with good accomplished and, hopefully, benefits gained for all, even if some more than others.

Someone had thrown a hammer into that cycle, and it was called Drakes stealing our magic. To another extent, Raskghar.

Much had been said by important people on television. But the truth was that what was done had been done for a long time. There might be traitors. There certainly had been injustice, between two peoples who had been friends and mortal enemies. It was a complicated situation.

The end result, though, was that the adults had lost their cheer. They waited, sensing the worst on the horizon. Did they want war? No, for many reasons. But you looked around and realized that Drakesmaybe a few Drakes, but maybe quite a lothad stolen your magic. Stolen your future, your childrens future. Engaged in the kind of treacherous actionscould you forgive it? You thought of other tribes, driven out of their homelands. A friend killed in a city, past wars

And you wondered if one of your own people had helped them. That waseven worse. So the Meeting of Tribes was waiting, and that twenty-year gathering now sounded like, instead of a moment of unity and strength, the precursor to something terrible. [Shamans] looked up and spoke of this era.

The Waning World. Perhapsone of the last ones? At least, one of the last to have even memories of great magic.

That was the conversation for the worried, the old. However, it was not all Gnolls. Some had done this before. The amateurs saw the sky falling and thought it meant the end of everything. Some people whod had it fall on them before looked up and went to find a stepladder to prop it back up.

A laughing pair of children raced around the Meeting of Tribes, followed by an awed crowd of lesser children. In the pecking order of youth, they won, and so Cers and Gnoll cubs from every tribe followed in their wake.

Of course, they were careful. They stayed away from the biggest thoroughfares, and it was odd, because they were very different, from temperament to height and even age.

Nevertheless, Gireulashia and Mrsha raced about, often with Mrsha clinging to Gireulashias shoulders. Chieftain Torishi had a careful eye on them, even if she was busy, and she smiled to see it.

Feshi thought it was incredible, but Gire looked and acted younger. She still displayed hallmarks of Ekhtouch; for instance, she had already learned Mrshas paw-language and they often used that to talk.

Im glad youre here, Mrsha. Things were so boring at the Meeting of Tribes until you came.

Mrsha rolled about in some grass and then sat up and stared up at Gire. She had barely gotten started seeing all the Gnoll tribes and things to do. She signed back emphatically.

Nuh uh.Boring?

What about playing games? Sparring? The races on horseback, good things to eat? Amazing sights? Gire sighed.

Boring. The games are, at least, and Im not allowed to eat much. Sparring isnt fun. Races arent fun. Things you can do easy are boring, right?

Mrsha raised her paws to say that if she could become Mrsha the Legged and beat Ryoka in a footrace, shed do it nonstop just to prove she could. But then she thought about it and had to nod.

This was true. It was no fun to play Ekirra in chess. Even Mrsha could beat him unless she closed her eyesand only because he rearranged the pieces.

Hard things are fun.

It was odd to hear Gire, who was capable of the most erudite language, talking like that. But on the other handit was fundamentally true. Mrsha tilted her head.

What things are hard for you?

Gire searched for listeners before leaning in conspiratorially. Cers waved at her; he and a bunch of children from four entire tribesLongstalkers Fang, Greenpaw, Ekhtouch, and Silverfangwere following the two leaders respectfully.

Kick the ball, Gire!

Gire had one of Josephs footballsnot one of the autographed onesbut a nice, bouncy ball. She obligingly kicked it.

The Gnoll children stared up as the ball flew over the walls of the Ekhtouch tribes enclosure. Past the Meeting of Tribes. Over the heads of some Gnolls riding about on horseback. Cers stared at the ball, mid-dash after it. He glanced back, realized no one was going to race him for it, and, whining, went to hike to get it back.

The [Paragon] looked at Mrsha.

Magic. Magic isnt easy.

Mrshas ears perked up. That was another thing they had in common. Gire leaned down to whisper to Mrsha so that even the other Ekhtouch children couldnt hear.

I want to be a [Wizard]. I know I can do it, even if I have no magical talent. Or go to Pomle and learn more than just hitting things. Or be an artist. Or

Her face screwed up and she glanced towards the busy tribes. Ekhtouch and all the Chieftains were debating what must be done, what would happen next vis vis the Drakes and all this international attention. Gire waved an exhausted paw at it.

I dont want to do that. I dont just want to fight and lead. Thats boring.

She turned back to Mrsha for a nod of understanding. What she got instead was a [Relc Kick] to her shin.

Mrsha bounced off and lay there, stunned. Curse your defense! Gire blinked down at her and picked her up and patted her.

What was that for? Are you okay?

Since violence was clearly not effective, Mrsha the Pacifist shook a paw at Gires bewildered face. She had to explain, because Gire looked hurt.

Dont say that. You can do something. Dont be a stupid Lism. You can do something to help. I envy you.

Gires brow furrowed. She glanced at Mrshas small frame, then her own. She looked at Mrsha, and her ears flattened a bit. She half-nodded, then stared at the card Mrsha had held up to use proper names.

Sorry. I forget. Umwhats a Lism?

Mrsha tried to explain what the most objectionable form of creature in the world was to a bewildered Gire, who thought it was a kind of evil, money-grubbing salamander until she realized Mrsha was talking about a person.

Yet. That wasnt why she listened to Mrsha alone. Not just because Mrsha was a white Gnoll or [Druid], or her connections with Liscor. That was all part of it, but she had a mysterious power. That was why Feshi watched her play.

Mrsha had brought something into the Meeting of Tribes. A perspective from home. Feshi watched as she waved her paws, puffing up her chest, swaggering about clumsily on two legs.

Dont be a Lism. Be a Relc! Punching things hard was a very valuable ability! Ever seen a [Relc Punch]?

But Im too young. Chieftain Firrelle says that all the time.

Mrsha scoffed. She blew air out of her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

Young? She knew some people who were only one or two years old. And they were shooting Wyverns, taking namesliterallyand chopping up Flesh Worms.

Mrsha slowed. Her ears drooped, then she met Gires gaze with determination.

You can do something. Something bad is happening. Isnt it?

Gire bent down.

Yes. It might be war. It could bevery bad.

She grew somber, with uncanny perception of all that might come to pass. Most children wouldnt understand that, not entirely. Yet Mrsha just sighed.

Then we should do something.

Gire looked astounded.

What, just like that?

Mrsha rolled her eyes. She reached up and Gire put her huge paw down and held her hand.

Thats how it works.

Gire listened as Mrsha told her a story from home. Feshi, sitting on a chair and watching Mrshas animated paws moving and Gires face as she listened, murmured to herself.

I really wish I knew what she was saying.

She stood up to ask Mrsha to tell her as wellor Gire to translate. That was when one of the Weatherfur [Guards] trotted forwards. He touched her shoulder. Feshi looked over and saw a grim Gnolls face.

What is it?

Theyre declaring war on us, Feshi. Chieftain Torishi needs you.

Feshis fur began to rise. Gire looked up, and Mrsha paused in her story. The first howl rose, breaking the other sounds in the Meeting of Tribes, followed by horns, other calls.

So it began.

Who began it first? Nobefore that.

Did you believe in synchronicity? A confluence of events? The same realization, or action, occurring simultaneously across the world? Just like how an invention could be realized by multiple people concurrently without them ever collaborating.

It was not random. There was a pattern, made of pieces that were connected and genuinely unrelated. Yet consider

The Meeting of Tribes already had the potential to enflame tensions between Drake and Gnoll populations. The show of force made enemies of the Gnollsor people who thought they might be enemies of the Gnollsnervous.

However, it was also a time of weakness as much as strength. The authority of the Gnolls travelled to the Great Plains, but many tribes could not send everyone. Thus, they were actually weaker, split, with their most important Gnolls absent.

Yet who would make an enemy and invite the wrath of countless tribes? No one wanted to be the first to pop up. Not unless there were too many targets to count.

Oryou thought war was an inevitability.

There were other flashpoints. The city of Marwsh was one such city that flipped its traditional stances fast. It had seen a beloved Senior Guardsman stabbed in the streetsand it was not the only Drake settlement to clash with strange Plains Gnolls who left behind few survivors.

Add to that the Gnollish reaction. Gnolls across Izril had already seen tribes wiped out in Chandrar. Now it came to light there was a continent-wide Drake conspiracy.

It wasnt the Gnolls who threw the first punch, though.

Grand Strategist Chaldion had convened one of the inner security councils of Pallass. He smoked on a puffer. General Dulm of 1st Army, General Shirka of 3rd Army, General Edellein of 4th Armythe regulars of these get-togethers had been joined by two more [Generals], several high-ranking [Senators], and other officials. One of the [Strategists], a Garuda, cleared his throat.

Youre sure, Grand Strategist?

Chaldion stubbed the cigar on the ashtray for a moment to respond.

Im confident in this: what youll see from the Gnoll side are fights, smaller raids, maybe, thefts, burned grain silosnothing in the vein of actual military action. The Tribes have concentrated their strength in the Great Plains. No tribe will make war; young hotheads no doubt took matters into their own claws. That is quite different from a declaration of war. How many battlezones are emerging?

A lot are simply declarations, Grand Strategist. But theres a few armies on the move. Mostly around the Great Plains region. After the Woven Bladegrass tribes sacking of cities

Naturally. And how many Walled Cities have issued some declaration of war?

None. Yet.

Edellein glanced up at the yet. The [Strategist] understudy to Chaldion looked up. The Garuda saw Chaldion nod.

Then whos pivoting?

Zeres army has moved the siege of Oteslia wider. Fissivals army is moving faster, and a Wall Lord Dragialah, the former Wall Lordwas spotted en-route to meet them. I see detachments from Salazsar, but that might be in response to the Oteslian siege; the Gemscale family banners are in greatest proximity and theyve called representatives of at least two Gem Regiments.

What about Manus?

Chaldion puffed on the cigar again. The [Senators] listening shifted. Technically, Chaldion was under house arrest, and there would be a public hearing discussing his actions. He would not actually be forced to bear witness.

And if anyone wanted to protest outside of his guarded home, or throw things, they could. They could also demand he was removed from his position and the Assembly of Crafts would hear them out and vote on the issue.

None of that stopped Chaldion from being right here. He wasnt giving orders; he had been placed on a kind of military probation. He was just listening. And speaking. And theyd do whatever he suggested.

Manus has sent two forces. The first one is unrelatedI am bringing it up in case officers were not aware, and in light of possible maneuvers. However, it headed north weeks ago. Plural. A small group of high-level [Soldiers] led by none other than Spearmaster Lulv.

General Edellein interrupted, suddenly tense.

A strike on the Antinium? Thats the last thing we need.

The Garuda [Strategist] ducked his feathered head.

No, [General]. They skirted the Hivelands and headed north.

Ive been aware of it. Possibly unrelated. They might do somethingwell review the Hectval-Liscor war later. What is this second army?

Chaldions eyes sharpened. The [Strategist] bowed.

Breaking news, Grand Strategist. Itsa large force. Under anti-scrying effects, they left the city fast. Our [Informants] believe it might be as large as eighty thousand alone, and if they pull from garrisons on the way

That was standard procedure for Manus. Chaldion stopped.

Why would Manus send an army? They have as much desire as we do to not see this escalate. I can understand Zeres and Fissival taking a position against the Tribes. This?

Another thing, Grand Strategist?

Chaldions one good eye glinted.

What?

Dragonspeaker Luciva is leading the force herself. Theyre bearing southwards; theyre skirting the Great Plains by our projections of their travel. Maybe its Zeres? Or Oteslia?

The Grand Strategist just drummed his claws on the table. His eye flicked back and forth. Everyone else was guessing too, but did they have all the facts? Chaldion cursed under his breath.

Did he? What Chaldion saw, individual, conflicting motivations aside? He stared down at a glowing map of Izril.

Individual battle zones between Drake cities who wanted battle and had the most hostile relationships against Gnollish tribes in the region. Strike first if its going to be a fight.

Idiots.

But the thing about this kind of war was that other cities and tribes saw the fighting. And the potential for it to spreadhe was watching a wildfire tossing embers into the sky.

General Duln. Im minded to pull the reforming 2nd Army into the city. I suggest the Assembly of Crafts votes to mobilize the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th armies. Now.

They were going to needall of them. Of course, some of these battles had begun before this war council could even convene. Chaldion needed to put out fires in Pallass region of control.

Gnolls were dying. And if they diedDrakes would die too.

Six days ago.

It was as he dried his socks he realized a few things. Firstly, that it had been a while since he had to self-launder. Or that he needed a spare change of clothing; he had enchantments, spells, and a wardrobe under normal circumstances.

For that matter, his socks were cut from a bit of linen meant for bandages. Hardly the kind of thing you really wanted.

Secondly? It was really hard to dry socks inside of a hat. Also, it didnt do anything for the odor, or his good mood.

Niers Astoragon debated trying to make a fire to dry them, but hed have to do it on Birds head. That aside, someone might ask why Birds hat was smoking.

Again.

It was amazing the kind of things you could get away with if you had Bird as your cover. He was sounpredictable. For instance, Niers engineered strange situations. Were running low on game? Ohwhats this, a flock of geese? They just happened to be going that way? What a coincidence. Yes, how coincidental. Not like someone with [Battlefield Awareness] guided them towards that using Bird.

On the other handthem nearly being found out by a suspicious Drake patrol who were beginning to see through the disguise Skill? Instead of a Niers-level solution, they were ambushed by a pack of evil geese because someone had shot their leader and it had landed on the patrol leaders headthat was Bird.

There were a lot of bird-related deaths, was the point. Niers felt no sympathy for the Fraerling-eating bastards. Hed been nearly force-fed to baby hatchlings

Seven times in my life. Thats about three too many.

Bird tilted his head and Niers went sliding across Birds smooth head. He kicked an antenna and Bird tilted his head back straight. The clothing line hed strung between both antennae thankfully didnt snap.

I do not understand. Why is four an acceptable number of times to be nearly eaten by baby birds?

First time is for the experience. Second, you refine your crowd-fighting abilities. Third? You get to figure out your best escape tactics and youre learning from your mistakes; how to fight off the parents, trick them, beat the children, escape the nest, and so on. The fourth time you deserve because its happened four times. The other three just suck.

Bird nodded.

I shall bear this in mind. I have not yet been abducted by giant birds and transported to their nest, but I have high hopes on this matter. I am told Rocs are very big.

Niers stood there, head in his hands, as he was wont to do after hearing a Bird-ism. Not exactly in pain or exasperation. Justamazement.

It was actually kind of gratifying. Niers had fun with Bird. He also got angry, annoyed, and was sometimes shocked or impressed, and that was excellent. He felt good around Bird. He pinned the last sock up and turned.

Weve lost Mrsha.

Bird stopped talking. He was riding along, and, ahead of them, Numbtongue was chatting with the Gnoll [Hunters] leading them to meet with their tribe.

Are you sure? I believe these [Hunters] may help us, especially if we communicate we are looking for Mrsha, as you said. They may also have seen her.

Niers Astoragon shook his head. It had been three days without a major lead, despite their marathon-run across the landscape.

Gna and Snapjaw have lost her scent, even with tracking Skills. Somethings happened.

Bird was silent for a long moment.

Is she dead?

Niers checked his enchanted sword.

If she was, I think wed have heard about it. If she was, I think those damned Plains Gnolls wouldnt be marching into cities. We may hear more from this tribe. My hope is the girl was clever or lucky and lost them. Bets from the top go: Magnolia Reinharts agents found her. She got in touch with a [Druid]. More white Gnolls or their allies rescued her. She was aided by some friendly, high-level individual like a Courier orsomeone. Or Jexishe, the Friendly Creler, crawled out of the ground, defeated all the white Gnoll hunters, and carried her off to Smile-Land.

Bird rode in dead silence and Niers counted the seconds until he replied.

I think you made that last one up.

I said it was in order of likeliness.

Niers waited. He smiled to himself. After a minute, Bird asked in a very uncertain voice.

Is there a friendly Creler?

You could have fun. Bird still had his faults. One of which was that he sounded genuinely unsure about the existence of Jexishe. Niers smiledthen sat, pulling out a tiny copy of a map hed made back at the inn.

Weve lost her, Bird. Im not going to pretend or sugar-coat it. Ive done this before. Weve lost the quarry and you dont always find the trail. We have to reconfigure our objectives.

What do we do next, then?

Go back to Liscor?

Bird slowed his horse. Fierre glanced up; he was riding at the back of the group, since the Gnolls were guiding them, but only the Vampire knew exactly how important Birds odd muttering to himself was. Only her.

Ulvama cracked open one eye and peered at Bird as she lay on the wagons back. The Antinium, marching next to the Goblins, who were chattering and eying their strange counterparts from another tribe, all turned to stare at Bird. Then snapped forwards when he noticed them.

We have come so far, Niers. We cannot leave now.

We can and we must, if thats the most practical answer, Bird. I understand your feelings, but I teach my students this: just because you invest something in a battle, or take lossesyou dont keep pushing. Sometimes you walk away because youre just adding to your losses otherwise. Sometimes you just lose. I dont suggest thats happened here. RatherI think our next goal is taking me to either Oteslia to link up with this Lyonette or Reinhart herselfalthough that puts me in perilor Zeres. I get to my company, and come back with reinforcements. But your role might be ending.

Bird absorbed that slowly. He looked around. Niers modulated his voice, gently.

Its been a good journey. Youve all levelled, Ive seen interesting things, but let me be clear: we cant take you to the Great Plains or any big city. Goblins, Antinium, and this groups high-level, but not cut out for a mass battle.

We have not fought yet.

Good. Sometimes thats the adventure you want. Listen, BirdIm keeping my ears open. Well visit this tribe, and keep moving. Either way, youre stuck with me for at least a week or two more, so I can finish training you. Im interested, especially in that Antinium with the aura.

They were projects. From Snapjaw to Fierre to Ulvama, and Gothica especiallytheir new auras and abilities were interesting to Niers. But he had to keep moving. Theyd lost Mrsha, and thus the band, the fellowship, was in jeopardy of simply losing their way. Better to send them back than get them killed.

Bird nodded slowly. He peered ahead as the Gnoll [Hunters] led them towards their tribes home, set around the foothills these alternative Goblins had come from. Niers put his bare feet up as his socks dried and decided to cut another ventilation hole.

Bird, well get Mrsha. Trust me. I think wed know if she died. You cant believe youll be the force that finds and saves her, though. Its like I told Jexishe at the Battle of the Bravessometimes you have to play second-fiddle to the real heroes of the day.

I believe you are lying. Are you? Please tell me. I am getting confused

The Lomost Gnolls were strange. Numbtongue felt he could say that. There was weird like Bird, who was slapping his top hat for some reasonNumbtongue turned and stared at the Antinium, then back to his riding companion.

Irry.

Hm? Whats up, brother?

The Gnoll grinned at Numbtongue, who was another Gnoll as far as he could tell. It was amazingand disturbinghow powerful Birds Skill was.

Numbtongue wanted it. He wanted it with everything he hadand he didnt want it at all because he felt he shouldnt have to hide. It was that kind of complicated feeling. Also, Numbtongue was fairly certain this wasnt Birds power, and Snapjaw and Badarrow both agreed. Ulvama wouldnt tell them what she suspected, but the senior Hobs werent idiots. Bird was Bird, but he wasnt Erin.

Explain it to me again. Why are youfine with Goblins?

Numbtongue glanced over his shoulder at the strange Goblins who had the white handprint on their clothing or skin. They grinned and waved at him. Irry eyed him.

Whyre you okay with them, Numbtongue? Im more shocked, frankly.

Iknow Goblins. From an inn. At Liscor. They come in as guests.

Liscor. Liscoroh, the northern Drake city. Ive heard it coming up recently. Thats a strange inn.

You have no idea.

Numbtongue smiled sadly, and Irry glanced at him, then gestured at his hunting party.

Its not my choice. Not that I think theyre more than peststhey will steal your supplies, and if they dont like you, theyll toss crap all over your tents. But these Goblinsre not like ones elsewhere, either. It was ten years back. The Second Antinium Wars. The Goblin Kings war.

Numbtongues ears perked up. He glanced at Irry.

He fought in the north.

And Goblins invaded the south. You mustve grown up in Liscor. Humans like to talk about it. But brother, your [Shaman] never told you abah, City Gnolls.

Irry shook his head. He glanced at some of the other [Hunters] and one of them, a female Gnoll, grinned at Numbtongue.

Dont mind Irry. Hes never set foot in a city. A real [Savage].

She winked at him, and Numbtongue resisted the urge to blush. Because he felt it was that kind of wink. But it was more surprising than anything else to see a Gnoll do that.

Irry sighed, but he went on.

One of the Goblin Lords hit the coast. More Goblin tribes were joining the armiesthey cut north, but they were massive. And the Antinium were attacking too, fighting Goblins, Drakesour tribes were fighting too, of course. Most went to the Great Plains for shelter. Ours? We were cut off.

The other Lomost Gnolls nodded. Most would have been children at the time, given their ages, but a few had been old enough to remember it. One of the older [Hunters] took over.

Antinium armies fighting Drakes. Goblins wiping out entire cities. One tribe appeared near the Drake city closest to ours. Thats Bentill. Not that wed have been that sad if they wiped out the city.

Honored Calar!

Some of the other Gnolls were shocked. Irry just grunted. He whispered to Numbtongue.

They hate our guts. Partly because of the Goblin thing. They also claim this is their land, despite our tribe having been in the region for ages. They used to be more friendly.

Honored Calar went on.

The Goblin Tribe knew where we were too. Goblin King rampaginghe hadnt been killed by Arcsinger yetand it seemed like theyd wipe us out too. Their Chieftain took the tribe forwardswe were backed into the hills, and Bentill was hiding behind their walls. Then

He spread his paws. Numbtongue waited, and leaned over his saddlehorn.

Then what happened? Honored Calar?

The Gnoll gave him a steady look.

Nothing. Two more times Goblin armies came by; the Ghostly Hand tribe gave em some warriors. They squabbled for four days, the second time. Later, when the Goblin King diedthe Goblins knew it instantly. They packed up, vanished into the foothillsthats the group there now. The rest split up. Into other tribes, I think. Most died.

Numbtongue struggled to understand.

So this tribeGhostly Hand. They didnt do anything?

No. They never attacked. Our Chieftain and [Shaman] think what they were doing was protecting the cityor our tribe. From other Goblins attacking us. We did make contact a few times. There was fightingBentill still calls them monsters. We dont have a treaty, but thats how it works. We try to chase them away from roads and dont ask for adventurers. Theyre usually content to stay out of sight.

Irry glared at the Ghostly Hand Goblins, who waved at him, grinning. They stared at Numbtongue. They knewhe was a Hob. But they were patently confused and amused by the Skill disguising him.

Hrr. Ive never heard of that story.

No one believes it when I meet other Gnolls or travellers! But you must have one too, eh? Howd you meet Goblins at this inn?

Numbtongue glanced past Irry as the other Gnolls riding with him perked up their ears. The female Gnoll gestured at his guitar with clear interest.

You said youre a [Bard]. Do you have any songs or is it just music, Numbtongue?

The Hobgoblin looked at her. Then back at the long line of strange guests of the inn. Without a word, he slowly unslung the guitar. He normally hated to play on demand, and rarely, if ever, sang words to a song.

This time, unbidden, he began to strum as he rode along. He didnt have a perfect songand it occurred to him that more than the Redfangs, more than Liscorthis was the song he should have learned. How would you even begin? The Lomost Tribe and the Ghostly Handsif you could believe that, it was strange.

His tale was a true story. It began something like thisand the Ballad of the Thirteen Redfangs was part of it. ButNumbtongue began composing something far longer. An epic. Which might start like this.

On the hill outside of Liscor sits an inn

Look up at the sign before you go within

The music and Numbtongues voice floated down the line of travellers. Lady Salkis raised her head and frowned at him.

He sang so well, for a Goblin. He wasnt like what shed expected at all. He hadnt drawn his sword oncenor had she killed anyone. And yetshed levelled.

And yet, this was slightly fun. If only she wouldnt get in trouble once she got back. The Bloodfeast Raider sighed. She went back to poking an object with one claw, gingerly.

Come on, work, damn you. Im nearly out of charges for my [Repair] wand

The glowingthing she had taken from the City Runner, who was now a famous Courier, stubbornly refused to unlock. Salkis was tempted to throw it, she was so frustrated. She shooed away a little Goblin.

Damn. Also, someone tell Numbtongue you cant rhyme inn with within. Its not poetic enough.

You cant? It sounds good enough to me. Whats that thing?

One of Salkis more permanent riding buddies was, ironically, Sergeant Gna. She still looked a bit gloomy about her new class, for all it sounded unique. She kicked at one of the Goblins who stuck out his tongue at her.

Salkis put up with Gna on the pretense of playing nice, but if there was any natural enemy for her, it was probably Gna, and vice-versa. She hastily tucked away the device on her belt.

Some useless artifact. Trust meI know about poetry and that kind of verse. I lived in Pallass long enough; you get people like Sir Relz who tear you to shreds if its not all original and doesnt have proper meter.

She snorted. It was one of the things she hated about Pallass. Sergeant Gna glanced at her.

Younever said why you left. Just tired of home? You fight very well during practice. They teach you how to fight like that?

I had good [Tutors]. And I levelled during the Wyvern attack.

Ah, right.

Gna nodded, smiling awkwardly. Salkis wondered if shed have to kill Gna before this was over. She wondered what would come next. She was in this for the long haulif only because if she levelled even once more, it justified any duration of travel, bloodshed or not. Absently, she reached for the odd glowing device, the iPhone, it called itself

And groped at her side. She looked around.

What theyou little bastard! Give that back!

One of the Goblins ran off with the smartphone, cackling. The Gnoll hunters turned back as Numbtongue slowed in his playing. The Goblin tapped and stared at the glowing iPhone, agog, dodging as Salkis wheeled her horse around. He dodged through the lines of Antinium who slowed, Workers and Soldiers, some Painted, some not, his claws flashing. The Goblin leapt for the underbrush where he could hide and sneak away with his prize

An Antinium caught him by the scruff of the neck. The Goblin dangled, staring at a Soldier with weathered armor. He waved, grinning uncertainly as Salkis herself halted.

The Soldier did not wave back.

He had no name.

Names were for Antinium who were Individual, or at least, Autonomous. They were the new Antinium. The ones who had come this year and the last; Antinium who levelled up and took names and had created the Painted Antinium, a new generation.

He was glad of it. But this Antinium, who held the Goblin back towards the Drake named Salkis, was no Individual. He had not beenwhat, lucky? Unique? He had not been whatever it was that made the original chess group, and that might simply be chosen.

Chosen by the [Innkeeper] who had made it all happen. He had seen her, you know. He had been there, when Klbkchhezeim returned and ordered the Soldiers to take the city as Skinners undead army overran the defenses.

He had killed a Crypt Lord there. Not alone; it had been filled with spears and other Soldiers had helped topple it. But he had killed it, tearing off its head. Later, he had seen Skinner die, by Goblins.

He had also seen the dungeons monsters, both below and above-ground. Face-Eater Moths? He couldnt count how many hed killed. Suits of enchanted armor? At least sixty had died in his presence, even if he hadnt dealt the killing blow.

When the [Innkeeper] called, he had fought [Assassins] in the streets of Invrisil, following Xrn, the Small Queen. That had been an extraordinary moment, when he first saw the Small Queen. Even for him.

And he had lived longer than any other Antinium in the Free Hive that he had ever met, save for the Free Queen and Klbkchhezeim. Not that he talked. Not that they communicated.

He was six years old. A Soldier who had fought from the second day he had emerged from a Birther sac, till Belgrade had created his maze of trapsand even a bit after that. Despite thatuntil recently, until he had become an [Exemplar Warrior] and gained an aura

He was only Level 15. That was because he was an Antinium with no name, and they did not level quickly. It was not that he had fought less than other warriors of higher level. In factthe Soldier privately considered that he had more fighting experience than anyone but the little man in Birds hat.

He saw things. The others, Goblins and Antinium at least, noticed Bird was talking to someone. This Soldier? He noticed more. He was good at fighting. Soldiers were not actually good at fighting; that was just what other species believed. He was good at fighting because he had six years of nonstop practice.

But he was only Level 15. 17, now, with his class consolidation. It was the Soldiers observation that the Free Queen was correct and the lack of a name and identity or maybe the Antiniums nature meant they levelled slowly.

He could have vouchsafed this if she asked.

Shed never asked him. Klbkchhezeim had never noticed him. He looked for Aberrations, Antinium who expressed themselves. This Soldier just fought and obeyed. He had never stood out, never tried to do anything other than survive.

Then the [Innkeeper] had come and life had gotten better. He had eaten one of the first Acid Fly bowls and she had looked into his eyes and asked how it was. Soldiers and Workers stopped dying as much. Someone got rid of Klbkchhezeim. Aberrations virtually vanished.

So when Bird asked for volunteers, the Soldier had done something that would cut short his lifespan and stepped forwards. For the cute little white thing that stole everything but his meals. For the [Innkeeper]. He had still believed he would die, nameless, filling the gap in the lines so the Hobgoblins or others could do what had to be done.

But the tiny man had seen him and given him this. So the Soldier consideredperhaps.

Perhaps something. He couldnt even put a name to it.

He was so lost in thought he didnt notice Salkis until she trotted over.

Er. Thank you.

The Ghostly Hand Goblin was twisting in his grip, desperately tapping on the device he held. Which was like the devices the other Humans had in the inn. You see, this Soldier saw that too. You learned how to spot gaps in the inns wall, just like how you dodged traps when you were sent into the dungeon. Secret walls, magical tripwires

You can put it down. Give me that.

Salkis grabbed at the phone. The Goblin refused to give it over. The Soldier shook him, mildly.

Thanks. Just give him to me and Ill hit him until he gives me that. Hey, which Soldier is?

Salkis hesitated, lowering her voice since she remembered they had the Gnoll guests. She pointed at him as Bird rode forwards. The Worker tilted his head and he looked at the Soldier with no name.

The little man in the hat was there too. Bird tilted his head, left and right.

I do not know. This is a Soldier.

Yes, but whats his name?

Bird answered after a second.

He has none. He is not Painted Antinium. Nor is he anyone I know. Hello, you.

The Soldier nodded. This was so. Sergeant Gna blinked and Salkis and even the Goblin thief squirming in his grip stared at him.

What, no name? Hes one of the faceless bug bthe Soldiers?

That is so.

Bird looked at the Soldier again. He tilted his head.

A strong bug. He has the most highest levels of any Antinium here in fighting. Except for me.

Grammar aside, this was also true. Salkis and Gna blinked. After a second, Salkis reached out and tried to prise the phone free of the little Goblins grip. He opened his mouth and she yanked her hand back. She made a fistsaw the others watching, and lowered it.

You. Give.

Badarrow rode over and snapped. The Goblin gave up the iPhone sulkily, and Salkis sighed.

Thanks. Uhyou.

She nodded at the Soldier. He nodded slowly. Gna glanced at him.

Thats just like you Antinium. People should have names, you know.

She half-addressed Bird, muttering. The [Bird Hunter] tilted his head.

He can choose a name if he wishes. But he was not inducted into the Painted Antinium. Pawn could have done that.

What, doesnt that make you lot stronger? If youre on a suicide mission, you probably should.

Mm. Yes. Too late now. We dont even have any paint.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

Ulvama raised her head slightly. Gna waved a paw.

Yeah, or that weird Pawn-bug.

No, he is not necessary. I think.

Gna turned back to Bird.

What? What do you need for these, uh, Painted ants?

Her eyes sharpened and the Soldier knew she was going to write down whatever Bird told her. On a strategic level

He said nothing. No one asked him anything. To which the little man in the hat would have said, that was the problem. Sometimes you needed to

Bird was counting on his fingers.

Let me think. It is a complex ritual of the Free Antinium, the first of its kind. First you need an Antinium that has not been painted. Then you need paint. And then you need

He stared at his third finger. He lowered it.

A brush is optional.

Sergeant Gna and Salkiseven Badarrowgave Bird a slightly slack-jawed look. Gna hesitated, hand on her notepad.

Youre messing with me. I thought that makes Antinium stronger. Individuals, or something.

Bird smiled happily.

It does. I meanmaybe. I am a [Liar].

He waved all four arms. Gna looked around, at the Soldier, the other Painted Antinium like Touma the Great

Really? Thats it? Then give this Antinium some paint. I meanjust so we can tell him apart. And a damn name. If were going to be travelling with him.

She folded her arms, caught herself, and glared at everyone with as much hostility as she could muster.

I dont care. I hope you all get shanked. But if I have to ride with you

Badarrow rode over. He put an arm around Gnas shoulderor tried to as she flinched away.

You do care. Friend.

Gah! Stop it! Im not

She rode off with a gang of Goblins in pursuit, all saying friend. Salkis grinned, but she was fumbling with the reclaimed iPhone. The Soldier watched out of the corner of his eye as Bird trotted over to Ulvama, who had already begun grumbling, but was fishing out powders and water.

If that little monster broke iwhat in the name of the Ancestors assholes is

The light had changed. The Drake held up the iPhone and stared at it. She whirled around and the little Ghostly Hand Goblin poked his head back up from under Badarrows arm. But how?

The [Lockpicker] grinned. He wasnt quite sure either, but it was a lock. He picked locks. Salkis rode away from the Soldier, staring, tapping, as Bird rode back.

Hello.

The Soldier stared up at Bird. Bird stared back.

Antinium conversations being what they were, Bird eventually pointed to Ulvama.

Ulvama has paints. Would you like to become a Painted Antinium? You should choose a name. And, um, you have worth. Pat, pat.

He rode closer and patted the Soldier on the shoulder. Bird stopped. The two stared at each other for a while longer.

Please do not become an Aberration. This is my first time doing this.

On a lesser Soldier, maybe it would have provoked something. The Soldier with no name just stood there. He saw Ulvama slide off the wagon and stomp over.

This the Antinium? I paint all of them?

She made an exaggerated sighing motion as if this were a taxing effort, but she was keenly watching the Soldier. She held out a small tray with a bunch of colored bowls.

You take colors. Go paint. You need wagon, you go. There.

She waved at him. The Soldier stared down at the tray of colors. And, once again, he had been given something where no one had ever regarded him before. He walked obediently over to the wagon, sat down as Octavia edged over. She smiled at him.

Um. Hello. Ill give you some space.

She edged over further as Ulvama flopped back onto her bed of pillows, but both of them watched the Soldier. He sat there.

Now he would become a Painted Antinium. An Individual of sorts, or, at least, Autonomous. All he had to do waschoose.

An identity. A name. Like all the other painted Antinium. The Soldier sat there. Ulvama and Octavia began to mutter, but they eyed him, waiting. Then they turned and looked for Bird.

The Soldier didnt move.

Fierre watched the Soldier. Her fingers twitched on her notepad as she rode with the two Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings, at the back of the group.

Its worth nothing, Normen. Im telling you, the Goblin clearly misjudged the mark.

The younger man, who had served under Crimshaw and had a kind of triangle-hat, turned to Alcaz, the older Brother.

But why did he take it? And dont tell me it was just because it shone. Consider this, Alcaz. Whats more probable? Something that emits lightclearly magicalthat has zero value, not even on par with a Wand of [Light]or that its beating your Skill of [Ascertain Value]?

Alcaz paused.

If that were so, its warded or it goes beyond even normal magical artifacts. Which puts the price at roughly four thousand gold pieces, upper bar.

Normen whistled. Fierres ears perked up and all three eyed Salkis. Casually. As goodfellows or goodladies might. The two turned to Fierre and touched their hats.

Would you happen to have an insight, as it were, unto the value of said object, Miss Fierre?

Fierre frowned. She was in easy company with the Brothers, whom she liked, and could talk northern city-talk with, so she played their game of appraising various objects values, like Numbtongues sword.

I think its worth quite a lot. Or why is a Wall Lady of Pallass holding it?

Ah, but shes only the runaway daughter

Who steals the best objects before she runs away.

Normen and Alcaz looked at each other. Normen tipped his hat to Fierre and grinned.

Fairer words, Miss Fierre.

She grinned back. Then she went back to staring at the Soldier with no name, but an aura. Fierre had no aura. She had no amazing class consolidation because she was a Vampire and she was still upset. Even so.

[Exemplar Warrior], Level 17. The Titan himself had said that he was outstanding, capable of gaining an aura, and Fierre had her Ring of Appraisal on. What did an [Aura of Battle] entail?

I wish I was in a city. Then I could look up everything.

Normen and Alcaz nodded, but Fierre meant that in relation to auras. She hadnt ever needed to really research the topic, but she could probably buy a complete list of auras and their rankings in terms of relative power.

Same with classeshow exemplar was an [Exemplar Warrior]? Was it close to [Peerless], which was literally based on geographical or national standards? It could be deceptive, but

It was still very strong for anyone below Level 20. An aura plus a strong-sounding class on an Antinium with no name. The Titan was right, and Fierre was still dizzy thinking about her and the Titan knowing each other. Him sitting in Birds hat!

And yet, he was not the full quarry of her studies. Along with Fierre trying to learn how to use her own Aurathe Titans night-walk being a stepping stone for everyone who hadnt gained an aura from that aloneshe was observing the final outstanding member, the new talent.

Even the Gnolls were glancing back at her, although she just looked like a short Drake. But even under an illusory Skillwhat did it look like?

Because to Fierre, it seemed like a grinning flash of teeth. Two crimson eyes flashing amid the darkness. The darknesswhich extended downwards from her black parasol, lined with a bit of white and crimson cloth. Like shade amplified. Her clothing was dark, a copy of Fierres, and her hair was black, bangs hanging low over her face.

Gothicas [Aura of Midnight] wasnt a hypothetical. The Goblin rode under a shade of her own making, and the other Goblins kept sticking their hands in, or even faces, poking at her, clearly asking how they could do that.

She would swat at their hands or chatter back, but she was clearly pleased with herself. Not only thatFierre watched as Gothica raised one hand.

Glove.

The Cave Goblin handed the Gnoll [Hunter] a few silver coins that Fierre had no idea how shed gotten and he traded her some very small riding gloves made out of decent leather.

Ah, gloves? Good luck in making it if you can craft that. Nice Skill.

She nodded with distinct pride, and he rode forwards. Gothica set the riding gloves on her lap, produced some charcoal, and began turning them as dark as the rest of her clothing. She wanted gloves, dark boots, and, apparently, of a higher-quality than Fierres own clothing.

Gothicawhy are you dressing like that? Do you have to?

Fierre rode forwards and couldnt keep a peeved note from her voice. Gothica glanced up.

Yep.

Why? Does your class demand it?

Mm.

That wasnt an answer. Fierre blew out her cheeks.

You know, its my style technically. Youre just copying it. I dont know how you got the class, but cant you show some appreciation?

The [Goth] Goblin glanced up. She eyed Fierre, and to the Vampire girls amazement, blew the bangs out of the way with herFierres trademark scoff.

Peh. Your style? I do better now.

Fierre debated picking up Gothicano, Gothica and her ponyand throwing them off the side of the road. She snapped back.

Well, Im looking into your class, so do me a favor? Take off your, uh, clothes.

She slowed down as she realized the implication of that last bit. Normen and Alcaz looked up and then away. Gothica raised her eyebrows. Fierre tried to clarify.

I mean, get rid of the clothes. Put on some other clothes, brighter, and try using your Skills. Okay? Then we can establish if its related to the [Goth] class. How about it?

Gothica considered the question amiably. She nodded, smiled, stared Fierre in the eye, and replied.

Make me.

Fierre twitched.

Gothica, I know youre beingbut I could make you, so can we at least talk about it?

Gothica thought about it.

No.

She began to ride ahead, smugly. Fierre heard the other Goblins go, ooooh.

Fierre? You okay?

Garia raised her head from where she and Fals were plotting more travel routes, to show Snapjaw when she returned. She gave Fierre a concerned look, because she had noticed a commonality in Fierre and Ryoka.

They both had a temper. Fierre smiled at Garia, waved, and rode forwards until Gothica was in arms-reach. Gothica eyed her. Fierre smiled like the sunthat burning ball of fire that turned your skin to blisters in minutes

Her hand shot out and grabbed Gothicas parasol. The Goblin yelped and Fierre felt a twinge of pain.

Fierre! She put blades on the

Normen shouted. Fierre wincedshe remembered that, but she tightened her grip and yanked up. What was metal or glass to a Vampire, a real Vampire?

Up Gothica came, holding onto the parasol and kicking at Fierre.

Let go!

Up your butt!

The Goblin shouted back, with an amazing display of colloquial language acquisition. She started kicking at Fierres face, but the Vampire girl shook her so hard that Gothica let go. She hit the dirt as her pony stopped.

There. Now, will you listen t

Fierre turned and realized dominance had not been established. Because a furious Goblin leapt onto her own pony, and began to punch, claw, and bite. Fierre yelped and tried to ward her off as the pony panicked.

The sight of the two fighting over the parasol made Numbtongue sigh and stop playing again. He saw Badarrow riding over to break up the second Goblin fight, as the Soldier sat there on the wagon, paralyzed by the first choice he had to make himself, and just as Salkis opened the photos and videos app on Ryokas phone and began to really freak out.

Into this moment, Niers Astoragon, Titan of Baleros, saw it happen. He rose to his feet, staring. Bird stared too.

Give it back!

Say youre sorry for mocking me!

Up your butt twice!

The two were fighting and the Vampire was winning. She was stronger, faster, even under sunlight, and she was taller and heavier than Gothicaa very rare experience. The enraged Cave Goblin wasnt about to take this lying down, thoughbut as Fierre kept shoving her off, she realized there was no way she was going to get her precious parasol back by force.

So she stood back, as Fierre grinned mockingly, keeping the parasol high out of reach and the other hand blocking Gothica like the first [Footballer]a class that had not been invented yet.

Yet. But Gothicas eyes flickered and trailed towards the parasol, now devoid of its shade effect. The crimson glare narrowed. She raised her finger and Bird saw the faint shadow under it condense.

Likerainwater. Droplets of shadows gathered. Fierre went cross-eyed as a little orb of shadow gathered around Gothicas finger.

What th

The miniature bolt of shadows shot forwards and Fierre twisted amazingly in the saddle to avoid it. It shot past the ponys head and struck the rocks with a faint crack.

Dead gods, what was that? A spell?

Fierre was hanging sideways in the saddle. She stared up at Gothica.

Gothica, that was amazing! Was that your a

The [Goth] leapt on her and brought her, kicking and punching, down to the ground. Fierre unconsciously threw a punch and Garia shouted.

Fierre, dont

Fierre punched the shadows from Gothicas parasol as the Goblin grabbed it and felt like shed hit a wall of slime. Her fist slowedGothica grinned

And sent the Cave Goblin flying. Gothica bounced once, and Normen saw her smack into a horses hooves. Fierre stared at Gothica in horror, and heard the Goblin start screaming fury. She shot to her feet.

Gothica, I am so sorry

And yet it was the manifestation of an auras powers. A serious aura. Ulvama eyed Gothica in shock.

Thatshigh class. Isnt it? Ive only seen manifestations of auras twice back in Nerrhavias Fallen.

Octavia whistled. Ulvama nodded slowly. Bird began to trot over, speaking to Niers.

I wish you had given me [Aura of the Bird]. I am sure I would have gotten it. Then I would fly and find Mrsha. That Soldier is having trouble with a name. I vote we give him the name of Jexishe. She would not mind because she does not exist, is this not so?

Bird.

I am also in need of going poo. Maybe I can give this hat to Fierre? She is currently beating Gothica.

Bird. Shut up. Stop the group. Now. Were about to enter a battlefield.

Bird froze. He heard Niers tone, turned his head, and raised his voice.

Everyone! Halt!

Fierre stopped at the odd note in Birds voice and Gothica stopped trying to bite her fingers off. The Gnolls, Numbtongue, everyone glanced at Bird, first in amusement. Until they saw him draw his bow and put an arrow to the string. Bird spoke, pointing with another hand.

Irry rubbed at his eyes. How did? But then he saw the way the finger was pointing. Heard Birds voice.

There is fighting over the ridge line. Two miles ahead of us. Gnolls versus a Drake army.

The Lomost [Hunters] stared at him. Sergeant Gna looked away from the teasing Goblins. Salkis glanced up from the iPhone.

Inside Birds hat, Niers Astoragon put on his still-damp socks. His nerves sang. He heard it. He felt it. A familiar calling.

You idiots. You stupid, shortsighted idiots. You did it. Well done.

Irry galloped up the hill, and came back just as fast. He shouted, and half the Gnolls went to charge down the hill before Numbtongue and some of the others yanked them back. The Lomost tribe was under attack from an army from the Drake city of Bentill.

It shouldnt have surprised anyone. Niers Astoragon listened to the argument, but he was speaking to Bird and Fierre, who were huddled with him.

It makes sense. It completely makes sense with the Drake mentality. You saw what happened at the Meeting of Tribes. The Drakes have been implicated in the worst scandal in living memory.

But they want to attack the Gnolls and make it worse?

Fierre didnt understand. But thenfor all she was a Vampire, she was young. The Titan smiled tightly.

If you know youre going to fight with someone in a bar, do you wait for them to get themselves psyched up and ready? Or do you attack them when their back is turned? When theyre in the lavatory? Me, if I wanted to win, Id stab them as they were having a drink. This Gnoll tribe and Drake city have already been at odds. This was just the excuse.

It would be the first of many conflicts in this region. Niers could see it. His mind was racing ahead of this, considering the implications. For the Antinium, the South, other forces

But then he snapped back to reality. The others had never left.

Below the ridge, along the foothills of the Lomost tribes territory, a Gnoll tribe was under attack. Theyd clearly been retreating and possibly hoping to head higher, but outriders had cut them off.

Niers understood a few things instantly: the Drake army from Bentill had certainly caught them unawares. No Gnoll tribe went to war with their young and non-combatants.

They were in the center of the semi-circle formation. Defended by a wavering line of Gnoll [Fighters] and [Warriors] while their [Archers] exchanged shots with a steady Drake line slowly advancing.

Classic Drake attritional warfare. It favors them. Do you see, Bird? The Gnolls could flank and attack, even hide in an open setting. This army is making them protect their tribe. The [Commander] down there isnt a fool.

Bird said nothing. He was staring at the blood. The fighting. The Titan heard the suppressed shouting.

go down there and die. Dont be stupid.

Numbtongue was holding Irry back. The Gnoll was shouting at him.

Our tribe is down there! Our people.

I know. Shut up. You attack like that, youll die.

The Gnoll calmed slightly, because Numbtongue was staring down at the fighting. His grip on the other Gnolls shoulder was so strong it was beginning to bruise. Badarrow spat.

Bad fight. Cornered-death.

One of the older Gnolls whispered.

They cant be intending to slaughter the entire tribe.

Salkis just grunted.

Maybe not. They dont have to. Wipe out all the fighting adults and the tribes a goner anyways. Theyll have to leave.

She had less of an emotional reaction than almost anyone else there. Garia stared at her, shocked, and opened her mouth, but it was Gna who spoke. She was practically vibrating.

Dont focus on the future! Theyre losing Gnolls every minute, even with potions! Are we going to get down there or what?

The [Sergeant] was staring down at the battlefield. Numbtongue watched Badarrow as the Gnoll looked up. Then around.

The two City Runners, Garia and Fals, appeared horrified, but they were almost as surprised by her suggestion. The Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings exchanged bleak looks and adjusted their hats. Fierre and Octavia both seemed sick and shocked by turns.

However. The Goblins and Antinium were both silent. Bird was talking to himself, watching the battle, Pivr and Xeu were both watching in dead silence from their sections, while Numbtongue and Badarrow glanced at each other. Ulvama silently watched the Soldier with no name staring at the powdered paints. She was slowly, slowly pouring the red and silver dyes into basins of water. She watched the fighting narrow-eyed.

What were they thinking? Gnas pointing hand lowered slightly. These two species thoughthis was not their fight. Andshe looked down and cursed.

Thousands of Drakes. Lots of Gnolls. We are a force substantively in the dozens. As Revalantor of the Flying Antinium, I must add my strategic insight and say we will most likely perish in any maneuver.

Pivr clacked his mandibles open and closed. He saw Normen glance at him.

But in the interest of being likable, I will support any suicidal action, in theory.

Xeu glanced at him. She shook her own body side-to-side.

Impossible. Death is certain. Gnolls perishing. Let us move on.

She scuttled sideways, glanced backno one followed her, not even the Antinium. Xeu scuttled back, poked the nearest Worker, scuttled off. The Worker, Infinitypear, stared at her. Xeu stared back, nonplussed.

Brother, youve got a magic sword, dont you? At least help us get them up the slope. We can lure the Drakes off.

Irry pleaded with Numbtongue as the other [Hunters] drew their bows, arguing about attacking or setting up on one of the cliffs to shoot down at the archers. Numbtongue was still counting.

Yep. Thousands of Drakes. The Gnolls outnumbered themit might have been only four thousand [Soldiers] down there versus a larger tribe. But in terms of fighting adultshe saw children slinging rocks at the Drakes, but the [Hunters] here had iron arrows at best. Those Drakes had proper armor, proper formations.

His grip tightened on his sword. Numbtongue looked over and saw twono, threeGoblins standing to his left. Not the physical form of Badarrow, or Irry pleading with him.

Gonna die today?

Shorthilt stared down at the fighting. He raised his head. The Ballad of the Thirteen Redfangs seemed to play around him. By his side, Pyrite grunted.

Death. Probably.

He agreed, but he looked up at Numbtongue. The [Soulbard] silently spread his claws apart. What should I do?

Pyrite grunted again. He tried to pick up a stone and bite it, and his claw passed through. Shorthilt was silent. Pyrite glanced at the third figure, torn, only partly there, silently staring down, almost as if he didnt see the fighting.

Reiss, the Goblin Lord. Pyrite turned away from Numbtongue.

Why are you asking?

Indeed, Numbtonguealready knew the answer. But he looked around and saw the other Goblins. Young Goblins, and Antinium. Octavia tooand she was no warrior. She was less of a warrior thanErin.

He could not ask them to do something like this. He had promised to save Mrsha. However.

Badarrow was looking up. Snapjaw was flying low. They heard her cursing before she leapt off Icecubes back.

Bad-bad battle! Whats happening?

She landed hard, and the other Gnolls recoiled from the Frost Wyvern. Numbtongue eyed Icecube. He turned to Badarrow.

Badarrow. We need a plan.

Hm. Shoot and run? Hit [Commander] and run away?

The [Sniper] was trying to find the Drake in the enemy army, but he was unsportingly making the tactical choice of not wearing fancy armor or a helmet or sitting in the center of a clear command formation. He glanced up as Numbtongue put a hand on his Dragonblood crystal sword hilt.

You do that. Keep Octavia and others back. When the Drakes comerun. I will go with Gnolls.

Irry looked up. Numbtongue glanced around.

Only those who want to come with me.

Numbtongue?

Octavia seemed shocked, then horrified as she saw the Hobgoblin staring down at the battle. Salkis began to grin.

Are you saying?

Absolutely not. Thats a death mission right there. Im no [Fighter], but theyll mince you up in seconds. You wont even get to them before they shoot you dead!

Fals looked at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin gave him a level stare.

Maybe. Maybe well be smart and sneak up.

BrotherNumbtongue. Are you serious?

The Hobgoblin pointed down the slopes.

There. Along rocks and bushes. Hit them therethen you get your tribe up here.

He was pointing to the Drakes left flank, comfortably secure. But if someone started carving them up, the Gnolls might be able to push the other way and break through

Ulvama was staring at Numbtongue. Slowly, she produced a brush and drew a slash across a grinning Redfang Hobs arm. Dirtmouth, who was nodding.

Stupid Redfangs. You die. Stupid plan.

She snapped, eyes flashing. Badarrow looked at Numbtongue, deeply disturbed, and Snapjaw glared.

Thats right. Bad idea. I take Icecube, we distract. Everyone fights there, Gnolls run.

That was almost as bad, and Badarrow instantly began protesting.

Not you.

You hush. Or no sex. I have Frost Wyvern.

They have Oldbloods.

A flash of light caught everyones eye. A tiny figure had been flying above the fighting. Practically hovering. Nowit exhaled a plume of fire and the Gnolls shouted and ran, trying to put the fire out as the Drakes pushed in harder. The fire was followed by a few balls of fire before the Drake flew higher.

Oldblood [Mage]. That would be one of the Flying Antiniums specialty targets.

Pivr observed. Gna looked at him and her fur rose.

That bastard isnt alone. They have five Oldbloods in the air and I see riders. They can run down any group making a break for it.

She had her own shortbow aimed down at them. Gna was a [Captain], though, a veteran of 4th Company. She knew a terrible battlefield when she saw one, and Liscors army wasnt here. Yet Badarrow had a hand on Numbtongues arm.

Erin is waiting.

Shed understand.

The conversation between the two was the focus of it. Gothica, Touma the Great, the other Goblins and Antinium looked at each other. The Ghostly Hand Goblins shifted. Most had run off at the sight of the fighting, save for a group of three.

Garia exhaled hard. She was trembling, and the [Martial Artist] City Runner was opening and closing one hand. She shook her head at Fals.

We cant do nothing.

We cant die either. To what point?

Fals looked around. Normen tapped him politely on the shoulder.

Sometimes a fellow has to make a stand.

Fals looked disbelievingly at Normen. The Brother saw Numbtongues head turn. He touched the tip of his tricorn.

If you need someone watching your back, Im your man, sir. But the thing about standssometimes theyre your last. Bearing it in mind.

The Redfang [Bard] bared his teeth. He didnt have to tell him that. But he nodded at Normen.

A little bee buzzed past his head. Apista had woken up from napping in a jar. Thats right. Sometimes you had to sting someone right in the eye. Who were they stinging? She spotted the giant army below her and buzzed back a few paces.

That was a lot of enemies. Maybe they needed a bigger hive?

Drama and confusion. This conversation was taking moments, and the voices were overlapping. They were sointeresting. The desperate Gnolls even realized it. The [Hunters] stared at a group of strangers, which to them were Drakes and Gnolls, arguing over helping.

Notthe traditional reaction of most bystanders, which was to be horrified and helpless. They were gazing down into the heart of this battle and weighing their deaths on a scale. But it would be their deaths.

UnlessBird was speaking.

You can stop this. Stop this. Use a big Skill and make themgo away. Please?

Niers Astoragon sat on Birds head, listening. He examined them. What a motley band. What a strange fellowship.

Even that [Shaman] cares. Look, you can see that, Bird. Your Antinium look ready to fight.

Birds head turned to the Workers and Soldiers. They just stood there, but somehowhe slapped the side of his hat, hard.

They are dying. You can do something.

Not if Im not part of that battle. Those Gnolls arent under my command. I can throw a Skill at thembut to change a battle decisively, you need a moment.

Bird didnt respond. He was watching Numbtongue make up his mind as he stared up at the figures breathing fire, frost, and even what appeared to be living shadows, down at the Gnolls. Tiny bird-people.

Evil bird-people. He had known wretched birds before. Horrible things that didnt deserve to be eaten. But birds were good. They flew.

These were evil birds. Niers Astoragon was frowning around. The Titan saw Numbtongue arguing with Badarrow, jerking his arm away.

I am going.

Numbtongue!

Normen stepped up in an instant. After a moment of hesitation, Pivr scuttled after him, muttering about establishing social credibility. Two Goblins followed. Rasktooth and Dirtmouth. But even the Antinium waited. They were watching Bird.

Bird, talk some sense into him. This is madness. I dont want this any more than you do, but we cant just all risk certain death.

Octavia was pleading. Bird opened and closed his mandibles. Thenthe [Liar] listened to the voice inside his head. Or rather, hat.

Fierres head rose slowly as Bird began to speak. The others started, because as Bird whirled around, the stupid top hat with his antennae poking out perched on his head, his voice changed.

It grewdifferent. Another cadence, another depth, not just from the mere vocalization, but from the way he spoke. So knowingly. The same way he had when he led them on the crazy run that had swept an entire army up behind him.

I hear you. Do you all see whats happening below?

He pointed with one arm, as if they could not. The Gnolls were howling, crying at the army to stop, blowing horns for allies they had no hope of finding.

Certain death. This is so. Only an idiot would think they could save anyone without paying the ultimate price. You may be over Level 30, Numbtongue, and you might have a Frost Wyvern, Snapjaw, but that is an army. Youre not children or new warriors. So why fight? Let us ride on and find Mrsha. That is what we came here to do.

Numbtongues eyes narrowed. But it was Fierre who burst out, looking at Bird strangely.

Bird! Iyouif we can help

Dont be stupid, Fierre. I am Bird. And I see things clearly. Or dont you? The instant we go down therethese Gnolls will know who we are. So will those Drakes. Unless we slaughter every single oneand even if we do, the Gnolls will know. You might not be in danger. But they are. I am.

Bird nodded at the Goblins. Irry opened his mouth, and the older [Hunter] hushed him and focused on Bird. Clues coming together. Bird went on, a smile in his voice though none was on his face.

They will hunt us without mercy. Antinium and Goblins, this continents greatest threats. Our hope of finding Mrshaalready slimwill vanish. Is that worth the cost of almost certain death? Sometimes we must let people die. They are not your people. They are not mine. Why fight for them?

Did he just say?

Bird ignored the others. He was waiting for a response. Salkis was just gripping the hilts of her daggers.

I came here for a fight. Near certain death? What are we waiting for?

She grinned, but even she licked her lips as she stared down at the overwhelming odds. The nameless Soldier looked up. Slowly, Ulvama was adding a line of silver to her arm, her face. Warpaint. She eyed him.

Choose already.

Numbtongue facedBird. He bared his teeth, but spoke after a moment. Holding the crystal blade Pelt had made for him.

Bird. Erin would do something.

We are on a mission to help her. To save Mrsha. Erin is smart, but, I think, she is also foolish. She has made mistakes. Good people died for her battles. Do you want to die here?

Numbtongues hand tightened on the hilt. Badarrows eyes focused on something. Snapjaw glanced at his gaze and her own gaze focused.

Im going. Not arguing. Those arent my people.

Numbtongue pointed down. Irry looked at him as the Goblin strode past him. He shoved past Bird, who called out, almost mockingly, after him.

And?

The [Bard] whirled. The ghosts he carried watched him. One of them slowly raised his head, listening. Numbtongue jabbed Bird in the chest.

This band came together to go after a little Gnoll girl who was kidnapped. It comes from Liscor and its the reason so many disparate factions are working together. I will be honest; that will still be our mission, but I promise you that I will not endanger us all unnecessarily if I can. But that is my goal.

A Gnoll child?

Orni started. It was Shaik who narrowed her eyes.

Ah. Mrsha. Little cute white Gnoll.

Everyone made fish-eyes at her, but she just snorted.

We watch scrying orb. Liscor? You have soccer balls?

Niers snorted.

The scrying orbs? Wistram has them bugged.

He ignored Shaik swearing in alarm, but went on.

Yes. A white Gnoll girl. Who is not a Doombringer, and I would dearly like to talk with a [Shaman] about that. But our mission is to rescue her from whoevers got her, or find her, and certainly protect her from a bunch of [Hunters] who have made it their job to kill a little girl whose only fault is that she steals peoples food. If you have reservations, kindly state them now and Ill stab you and get it over with.

His audience looked at each other, mostly the Lomost tribe. Orni shook her head slowly.

There arereasons. And danger, Lord Astoragon. But this is greater than one Doombrwe would not object to that.

Niers smiled tightly. Excellent. From the way the [Shaman] shifted, intelligence was present. An armyhe glanced at the Goblins. Two armies, with unique abilities, and it furthered his goals of investigating the Goblins anyways.

This was what he needed. But as Ulvama and Bird had saidNumbtongue fixed Niers with a look.

I dont know you. You were in Birdshat. Youre the Titan of Baleros.

And youre Numbtongue. I saw you back at the inn, but only Mrsha knew about me. We can reminisce later. Do you have a point now?

The Hobgoblin hesitated. Then he pointed at the map.

This isnt saving Mrsha. This is an army. This isimportant, but

He struggled.

Mrsha is in danger. We need to help her. Maybe you lead the army, we go?

Niers shook his head.

Go where? Without me youd never have gotten this far. Stick with me, Numbtongue. Well have [Trackers], information, and other tribes on our side. But mostly, this is the best way to save Mrsha. I would know. I am a [Strategist].

He tapped the side of his head, ironically. Then folded his hands behind his back. His eyes began to twinkle.

Besides, now weve got her, we do need to keep her safe. Her and her companion. I really want to know how those hunters go after her with a Gnoll tribe guarding her, but I want it put outno one harms Mrsha, got it?

Ulvama looked blankly at him. Numbtongues brows crossed. Bird tilted his head.

Niers has lost his mind. We do not have Mrsha. I would notice.

Shut up, Bird. Didnt you see her in camp?

Is this like Jexishe? Is she invisible? Why am I being lied to?

Bird ran outside, angrily. Then he stopped. Uttered a swear-word Niers had no idea he knew. Ran back inside.

Mrsha is out there.

Numbtongue nearly bowled him over. He ran out, stared at the white Gnoll sitting there, stared at the adult white Gnoll, and ran back inside.

Thats not Mrsha.

Bird paused from running around screaming to poke his head out. He walked outside, and came back as Ulvama blinked. Then she realized what was going on and looked at Niers with something like respect.

No, that is not Mrsha.

Niers Astoragon chuckled. Ulvama glowered at him.

Thats my paint.

Well, Ill damn well pay you for it. Yes, Numbtongue. We have Mrsha. And if anyone wants to kill her, well, theyd better bring a real army.

The [Bard]s eyes widened as he caught on to what Niers was saying. The Titan smiled tightly.

If you cant get to her to save her, you might as well take the heat of the pursuit, eh? The official stance of every tribe who links up with us, along with Drakes are not going to kill us, is Doombringers are fine. And well let our volunteers walk around safely away from any [Snipers] or [Assassins].

Orni stared at Niers, and Shaik cackled with delight.

Ah, chessmaster!

Niers gave her another salute. Who needed chess when you could play on this many levels? He exhaled, slowly.

Alright. Ive finally got a good position. Well keep my name hidden for now. Nothing like amateur [Armchair Generals] for overconfidence if they have a simple numerical advantage. Now lets go kick some heads in.

That was six days ago. Chaldion of Pallass stared at the map of ongoing conflicts. It was just a hunch, which no one else was privy to.

Connect the dots. The Titan of Baleros was on Izril, but like someone of his size, people forgot about his presence far too fast. As if a Giant stopped moving and suddenly turned invisible.

A suspicious turnaround victoryrapid mobilization. It could just be luck, unforeseen factors, and there were certainly many, many elements at play that Chaldion had no control over.

Even so. Six days of march time was not a boon you gave to a poor [Strategist]. To the Titan?

Of course, it was not a given that the Titan would be Pallass enemy. On the contrary, Chaldion had the feeling the Titan was not about to support wholesale massacres of Gnoll tribes. It could be interests aligned, at least along the intersection that brought the entire tale back around Liscor.

The thing wasChaldion eyed the game board, dangerously unstable despite his best efforts. Manus, Zeres, Oteslia, Salazsar, Fissival, each pursuing their own goals, armies on the move. The tribes, as furious as theyd ever been; Drake cities, each acting in their own selfish interests. The problem was not that the Titan was on the board.

The problem was that the Titan lived for this kind of game. He had a habitwhich was that he tended to fight everything on the damn board.

Worse?

He had students.

Looks like a running battle. Ever seen the like, Wil? Merrik? Peki?

It was a strange habit of [Strategists], to stand there and watch during a battle while lives were lost and won. The Gnoll mercenaries, led by Berr, were almost frothing at the mouth to jump into it. They didnt berserkyetbut Wil Kallinad edged away from the one shaking in place.

Calm down.

Someone smacked the Gnoll on the back of the head, and he froze and ducked his head; though, his eyes were locked on the conflict.

Honored Berr, Berrigal the Berserker, was a tiny Gnollunless he was fighting. He went around gently calming down the other Gnolls of the Wild Wastes tribe. Even the Human and his mindersanother [Berserker] who Berr had insisted they take along.

So many [Barbarians] and [Berserkers]. This was the most unique mercenary outfit that Wil had ever worked with. In Terandria, hed have hired [Duelists], [Knights] if an Order would consent to the cause, or generic [Sellswords] and [Mages] like an adventuring team. Some balanced group, good at ranged attacks given their small size, which could hold defensive positions.

This group was all-melee, all in-your-face fighting, and the most offensive classes you could find. Wil didnt like it, but his eyes were glued on the battle.

Venaz stood there, carefully putting his back to the overhang of stone above the cave theyd hit when they sensed the battle. He grunted as a centipede slithered past him, but didnt move. They were keeping in cover, gazing down at the battlefield.

One of the Wild Wastes Gnolls growled.

Strategists. Are we going to watch?

Berr stomped on his foot as he passed.

Shut up. Were employed. Youre as bad as my sons.

Honored Berr! Thats the Hekitr Tribe!

And were letting our employers decide. Im glad I didnt take my sons after all. Theyd be halfway down there and you all would be following along. Control yourselves. You especially, young man.

He patted the Humans shoulder. Wil eyed the rictus of clenched teeth on the Human [Berserker]s face. Berr spoke to him.

Control yourself.

I cant hold it in, Honored Berr!

Yes, you can. When you fight, it will come out. You can wait for that moment. Wait

Wil tuned the voices out. He focused on the battle. Peki and Merrik were shifting, but Wil and Venaz were the calmest of the lot as true representatives of their class. [Strategists] liked elevation. They were taught to observe first. Observe fast, but Niers had hammered it home into them. Wait. If youre in a position to influence a battlefield as an ambushermake it count.

War in Izril. Drakes and Gnolls. Thats the last thing we need. If I were more suspicious of his character, Id wonder if the Professor set it off.

Dont be stupid, Venaz. To what purpose?

The Minotaur shrugged.

If it were Dullahans and Centaurswhats your appraisal of the battle, you two? How do [Officers] see it?

Peki and Merrik looked up. The Dwarf grunted.

Not my style. Id be that army pursuing the tribe. Hekitr? Theyve got their non-combatants out of the way. Its like fighting Peki, right?

Not me.

The Garuda [Martial Artist] folded her wing-arms. Merrik snorted.

Exactly like you. They just used traps instead of direct attacks.

Not like me. I dont use traps.

And thats why you failed our course on

Wil ignored them too. Sure enough, the Gnoll warriors were racing ahead of a slow-moving Drake army that was understandably cautious to give pursuit, even with their mounted divisions. Theyd triedand run straight into bear traps, hidden tripwires in the tall grass, and harassing fire.

Nice slowing tactics. Unfortunately, that army wont stop. And theres a second force in the region.

Peki frowned. Merrik hesitated from nodding, and the Wild Wastes tribe looked sharply at Venaz. Wil saw Venaz glance at him. The Minotaur was breathing steadily, but he had adjusted the green diamond greatsword on his back. Ready to draw it.

Do you concur, Wil?

Looks like it.

How do you know?

One of the Gnolls demanded angrily. Wil pointed down.

Baggage trains. This armys carrying far too much; also, you can count the pennants and other regalia. I see a gap in their numbering.

And they dont have nearly as many riders as a Drake army traditionally sports. Thats anecdotal, but its not even a 1:16 split from infantry to horse. Besideslook at them. Theyre setting fires, wasting the Gnoll tribes lands. Boxing them in. Theres a natural ridge up ahead. The tribe heads that way, they get boxed in.

Venaz pointed it out and Wil nodded. Textbook. He bit his tongue.

If we go down there, were embroiled in Izrilian politics, Venaz. Were bound for Liscor. To the Professor.

Wil. Are you suggesting we let this tribe perish?

Venaz folded his arms. Wil blinked a few times.

Nobut this isnt our home. Were not invincible.

Then well be careful. I will, carefully, join Berr and the Wild Wastes tribe. You contact the Hekitr tribe and well ambush the ambushers. Merrik? Your preference?

Give me a defensive line any time. Wil and I hold the line, you and Peki go in?

Merrik nodded. The Gnoll [Mercenaries] watched them. The four students exchanged glances. Were they doing this? Wil took a deep breath. He put a hand on the hilt of his shortsword.

One amendment to the plan, Venaz.

The Minotaur looked carefully at him. Wil touched the Sword of Serept and three Wils stood there.

Ive got two extra lives. Put one of me in the vanguard.

The Minotaur grinned and slapped one of the Wils on the back. They began to race via cover to the ambush site. Wil kept cursing as he ran, panting, to keep up since their horses were too noticeable.

Ailendamus and home. The Titan and Liscor! Damn, damn

But he had found the Titans promised adventure.

Her friends were idiots. Because she knew that, knew their personalities, Yerranola was not surprised when Feshi burst into their tents.

Strange medicine.

She finished staring at the powdered yellow flower before mixing it into the small vial of liquid she personally imbibed. Her Selphid-body relaxed.

The pain was gone. It crept back and she knew she had to take the next dose, along with her antidote. So many mysteries.

Say it again, Feshi?

They just joined the Hekitr tribe. The tribes are under attack! There are armies marching along the Great Plains.

Continental war?

The Selphid saw her friend blanch. That was a name for a very specific kind of war. Civil wars could be between peoples, a nation or kingdom. Magic wars took place over dimensions you couldnt fathom, and so on.

Continental war was one step below the greatest of battlefrontsintercontinental conflicts. Technically, it was only south Izrilbut that was a huge place. Intercontinental war? Well, the last time that had happened, the King of Destruction had launched attacks from Chandrar after beating every invasion force running.

So what are we doing, Feshi? Going after them?

II cant. Weatherfur needs me. Some of the tribes want to take the battle to the Drake armies, some want to just hold ground, and they have rivalriesbut there will be fighting here.

Yerranola nodded reasonably.

Then we trust Wil and Merrik to do the smart thing and keep Venaz and Peki alive. Dont obsess over it, Feshi. This is our battlefield.

And they had work to do. Her friend calmed down as Yerranola stood up. Suddenly, the Selphid felt better. Just in time too.

The Meeting of Tribes wasnt designed as a defensive position. Its flat. We need earthworks. Actual walls, defenses.

Yerranola emerged from her tent, talking and arguing with Feshi. The Gnoll gritted her teeth.

I know. We have countless Gnolls and lots of [Shamans]but you cant just start building a defensive line, Yerra.

Why not?

This is Azmuzarres land. Also, the Chieftains need to agree

To make defenses? Feshi, I thought your people were smart. Lets just grab some expert. Who would that be. Gaarh Marsh?

Iyeah.

They can build earthworks outside the Meeting of Tribes. Just a dirt-fort like the Professor had us do with [Geomancers]are we the only two people thinking about this? Where are all the Gnoll [Generals] and [Strategists]?

Theyre usually combined with [Chieftains]. Yerra, if the enemy reaches us here, its a worst-case scenario. The tribes wont sit in forts; theyll attack any Drake army on the march. Its how theyve won every war when the Drakes tried to push into the Great Plains.

Yerra nodded reasonably and rolled her eyes.

And so they have no fallback plan. Does that remind you of any historical defeats?

Feshi hesitated and the Selphid patted her on the shoulder.

Lets call it a just-in-case fort. The Drakes have the Walled Cities; the Gnolls should probably have had at least one big capital.

We used to.

Feshi muttered. Yerra strode faster, trying to think. Diplomacy getting in the way of strategy. Yuck. She wasnt in pain, but she couldnt help but feel a pang in her host bodys stomach. After allthere was another name for this war neither she nor Feshi had used. Because that would be the worst scenario.

Interspecies war.

The question was if the Gnoll tribes were united enough to hold their ground. They certainly were if an army came marching at them. But going on the offense, fighting as one?

There was an undercurrent in the Meeting of Tribes. Sudden poison. It leaked in, amid the outrage and shock, and it lay there, a line of suspicion. Drawn by that damn Drake, with just words.

Traitors. Allies to the Walled Cities in engineering this plot. So, even as Gire sat, playing Five Paws with Mrsha, where you tapped each others paws in a complex childs game of reaction and basic tactics, she listened.

Ekhtouch will not join Woven Bladegrass on an offensive attack, Chieftain Werri. If an army crosses the water-line

An old marking around the Great Plains, the furthest point which any [Shaman] could call water from the rivers crossing through the region. Often noted as an absolute border, which Drake forces could not cross.

Her mind clicked to these facts as Mrsha tried to slap one of her paws. She kept missing, and Gire didnt attack Mrshas own paws. The Gnoll girl slapped with both paws and Gires paw blurred left and right.

Then we will go with Tribes who will prevent that from happening, Chieftain Firrelle. When an army does march, I hope you will join the defense.

Firrelles voice was cold as she spoke to another Chieftainthe fierce leader of the new Woven Bladegrass tribe.

Rest assured, Ekhtouch will be there, Chieftain Werri.

The other Chieftain stalked away with a group of Gnolls representing other tribes. Gire thought of the conversation.

Then Woven Bladegrass would be conducting its own battles with its alliance. At the same time, other tribes would hold the Great Plains, responding to an incursion. They were all on the same sidebut tribes would fight and die with only their closest allies, rather than forming one unified army.

In that casewhat side was Ekhtouch on? Gire stared at Mrsha and hoped it was Silverfangs. But

Im Mri. Stop! Stop!

Mrsha, exasperated, toggled her speaking stone. She pointed at Gires paws which she had been unable to tag once after an entire minute.

No one beats me at Five Paws, Mrsha. I could close my eyes and only use one hand. Sometimes the children can touch mebut theyre the ones whore the best at Triumphs. I dont think you can do it.

Mrshas eyes narrowed. Her paws blurred.

Dont you mock me, you giant Yellat! I am Mrsha the Great and Terrible. Take

Her two-armed attack missed Gires one paw. Gire lifted it up, moved it left, right, as Mrsha punched and furiously struck at her paw, trying to touch Gires palm-pad. She missed. In her fury, she launched into a flying kick at Gires stomach.

Take th

Gire caught her by one leg. Mrsha dangled there upside-down and saw the nine-foot tall Gnoll give her a reproachful look.

Kicking me is cheating.

Mrsha tried to punch Gire, but her flailing limbs were far too short to reach the [Paragon]. Realizing she was failing even there, she reached for something. Gire saw her draw a wand and

[Mudball]!

An orb of mud shot forwards at Gires face. Mrsha felt the [Paragon] let go. She landed and saw Gire dodge the [Mudball] at point blank range. She swung her head just under it, and a foot rose, sweeping sideways and up like

Like Ryokas best kick. Only it wasnt a spinning hook but a roundhouse, the shin coming towards Mrshas head with bone-crushing force

Gire halted well clear of Mrsha and frowned.

Dont do that, Mrsha. I nearly kicked you.

Mrsha stared at the giant leg. She nodded slowly and raised her paws.

Five Paws was a stupid game, anyways. For children. Only someone without class or dignity would try too hard to win or cheat.

Gire yawned. Mrsha saw her sit back down, cross legged.

Okay. I forgive you. What do you want to do next?

Mrsha sat there, panting a bit. She had done her best, but Gire had truly not even been strained, even by Mrshas most underhanded Lism-tactics. Her [Mrsha Kick], developed from the Relc-school of fighting arts, had done nothing!

It was true what Gire had said this morning. Even this game with Mrsha the Incredibly Athleticwas making the [Paragon] bored. For the first time, she was patently bored but, like the growing girl she was, clearly trying to make herself look interested for Mrshas benefit.

We can play other games if you want. Like football.

Mrshas eyes narrowed. Was she being patronized? It was the kind of thing big kids said to others, like Vismas big brother. She had heard Satar use that exact same tone of voice when Cers begged to play.

Mrsha had never recognized it before, but her new friendship made it obvious in Gire. The Gnoll [Paragon] smiled at her. Mrsha folded her arms and sat like Gire.

No way. Im a big girl. Lets do something fun.

Gire nodded reasonably, but she was distracted.

We couldgo get something to eat? I can pay for whatever you want.

Mrshas ears twitched. She saw the too-casual look on Gires face as she glanced towards the Meeting of Tribes. And these treats would just happen to be in line with Chieftain Torishis orders that Mrsha was an honored guest, eh? Nothing to do with a certain big Gnoll girl being prohibited from anything but her specific diet.

I could use some food. Lets get snacks!

Gire smiled eagerly and picked Mrsha up. With Mrsha riding on her shoulders like she did with Moore, Gire trotted to the entrance of the Ekhtouch tribe.

Where are you going, Gire? You have lessons.

Im taking our guest out.

The Ekhtouch Gnolls exchanged glances. But Firrelle was busy and Gire pointed to some Gnolls who looked up.

We will ask Weatherfur to accompany us. We cannot be rude to the Silverfangs, can we? Or Weatherfur?

No

The [Guard] drew out the word with clear reluctance. Gire didnt wait for a counterargument, so she strode with Mrsha as the Weatherfur Gnolls followed. Mrsha sniffed the air and saw Gire brighten with delight.

Miss Qwera said that you can buy whatever you want as long as it doesnt ruin your appetite. And she gave you money, didnt she?

Mrsha gave Gire a superior look and signed with her paws.

Give me money? Do I look like a Peon? Ive got lots of gold.

Gire blinked.

Really? How much? I have sixty one gold coins, you know. All from odd jobs or monsters I killed and such. A lot of money; Ekhtouch doesnt give me an allowance.

She seemed rather proud of that. Mrsha sighed and patted her on the head. Good for you. She saw Gire frown, and thus had to show her the bag of holding with so many gold coins in it that Gires eyes popped.

How did you get that? Did Qwera give?

The Golden Gnoll? She wasnt that generous. No, this was Wers bad-luck money. Mrsha hoped he was okaybut the upshot was that no food was out of reach. Anything was fair game, from the free stalls to the most expensive luxury items.

Mrshayoull share with me, right? I shared my breakfast with you.

Mrsha gagged at the memory of the steamed health buns, but she nodded munificently. She sniffed the air, and, like a [Sailor] clinging to the birds eye mastwhich was Gires headshe pointed. The giant Gnoll made her way through the crowd.

Gnolls turned and stared at Gire, of course, but ironically, this was, in a way, safer than Mrsha being alone. People saw Gire and the tiny Gnoll cub and thoughtwell, that had to be Ekhtouchs [Paragon] and some Gnoll kid. Mrsha, with her brown fur and painted gold ears, was probably with the Golden Gnoll of Izril, and none of them stopped to think about her being alone, a white Gnoll, or her lack of speaking.

Besides, Mrsha had her speaking stone setup.

Left. LeftI want that.

The first stall they stopped at was offering a rare food. The [Stall Manager] looked suspicious, but the first handful of silver coins Mrsha plonked down was enough to make him call to the special [Chef].

Both were Drowned Folk, incidentally, one Human, one Drake. But they were also part sea-folk, so they werent as hostilely regarded. Mrsha saw one huge eye blink at her as the Drake with long tendril armsthree on his Drowned Folk sidereached for a cleaver, a pot lid, and the cage with the fresh ingredients.

Whats that you want?

He didnt have the same resonance as Seborns voice, but the half-Squid Drowned Drake was a fascination to Mrsha. Gire answered for her.

Umit looks really good. All of it. Mrsha, what are we getting?

The Drowned Man saw the strange Gnoll girl point to one of the items listed. The [Stall Owner] blinked.

An entire grilled lobster?

And that!

The girl insisted. The [Chef] grinned.

Spiced lobster tail? I cut off the tail, prepare itand the rests the Sailors Grill? You have expensive tastes, little girl. Can you pay for it?

For answer, the Gnoll girl reached into her bag of holding and slapped a gold coin on the counter. She stared challengingly at the [Chef], who laughed uproariously, then read the piece of paper she pushed over the counter.

My friends a [Rogue] who was at sea. He is a Drowned Man. I also know a [Pirate].

Ah, you know a Drowned Man? And a [Pirate]? Well, Ill give you the best lobster we have, then. How aboutthis one?

He pulled out a big lobster. Mrsha brightened up. Gire licked her lips.

M-Mri. You cant eat all of that, can you? I guess Ill have to eat the rest

Mrsha nodded, smiling at her big friend who looked alive again. Salivating as the [Chef] asked how spicy Mrsha wanted her food.

Itll take twelve minutes. [Fast Boiling] on the watercome back within thirty or itll lose the taste, got it? I wont forget your faces.

Mrsha nodded. Then she grabbed Gires hand and pointed.

Onwards, then!

Were not going to wait for it?

Mrsha the Impatient gave Gire a look of scorn. Wait? For twelve minutes? She had to grant the Drowned Man chef that it might be fascinating to watch, but she had scented something else on the breeze.

No lobster snack is okay without second snacks! Buy that, buy that!

She pointed instantly at another cart, where a specialized half-Elf vendor was selling a very peculiar stock.

All the way from Terandria! Gelato! Special containersitll last for up to four hours so long as you keep it away from heat!

She had come from Terandria, at great time and effort, travelled all the way to the Great Plains with her cargo and knowhow, and paid for the recipe and materials. It was a huge expenseand this particular half-Elf had recouped her expenses in the first day. She was here after months doing victory laps and establishing her savings fund for retirement.

Is thatice magic?

Mrsha stared at the half-Elf. There was a reason shed been drawn to the half-Elf, although she seemed nothing like Ceria. Oh, they were both half-immortal Elves, but this woman was far older, with wrinkles, and even reddish hair.

Hello there. Are you interested in a bit of gelato? Ice cream? Its not cheap, but I can sell you a scoop. Just one second while I finish this order.

The half-Elf was creating something amazing for a customer. Children watched, although most couldnt afford to buy even a scoop of the stuff without getting a silver coin from their parents. Mrsha saw a big dollop placed in the center of what the half-Elf was creating.

A basin of frozen ice, which she made out of water set into a wooden mold. She closed the simple lid and offered the entire thing to the Gnoll waiting to run it over to his Chieftains tribe.

And it wont, uh, melt?

Its good for hours. You can even keep it frozen.

The half-Elf assured him. She sat back, stretching the lower half of her back, just in time to see Gires head rise. Mrsha had been writing urgently so she wouldnt have to hand cards over. Gire cleared her throat.

Excuse me, are you a [Cryomancer] by any chance? II mean, my friend Mri knows a half-Elf [Cryomancer]. Shed also like to buy some gelato.

The half-Elf peered down at the little girl, but she had spotted Mrsha making the lobster order.

Well, thats very interesting. Im not a [Cryomancer]. Im simply a [Naturalist Mage]. My specialization is magic in combination with existing things. No giant walls of ice unless Im standing near a lake, Im afraid. Whats your friends name? We might know each other.

Gire hesitated, but Mrsha pretended to whisper in her ear.

Ceria Springwalker.

The half-Elf vendor slipped slightly as she went to clean the knife shed been cutting the gelato into portions with. She didnt cut herself, but she stared at Mrsha.

CeriaI know that name. Isnt that the adventurer who was?

Gire herself had recalled the name and was giving Mrsha a strange look. The Gnoll girl nodded proudly, defiantly clinging to Gires paw. Ceria wasnt dead! Ksmvr was alive, and doing silly things in Chandrar. So Pisces and Yvlon were okay, and Ceria too!

But that wasnt what had the half-Elf blinking. She rubbed at her face.

Springwalker. Ive been to their village. SpringwalkerI dont know her in particular, but I do know where she came from.

Mrshas ears perked up. Oh? Shed always thought Springwalker was a last name. Apparently not.

We name ourselves after our homes. Springwalker is a Terandrian village. In factits known for water-related gifts. Hence the name. I went there to learn some purity magics. Its a very traditional villagealthough its had a bit of unrest. It always does. Im sorry, that is quite amazing. Youre a well-travelled girl, arent you? Mri? Where do you come from?

Gire saw Mrsha hesitate. Behind her, some Gnolls with Weatherfurs dye looked up. This was what Torishi and everyone who knew Mrsha worried about. For a girl who couldnt talk, she had a fat mouth.

A scowling Gnoll with fur like metal found he was actually sinking into the earth. He shifted his posture, but he was so heavy that he was literally twice the weight of some other Gnolls his height.

Even so, that made Adetr into an unstoppable warrior. One of the greatest to emerge from the Steelfur clan. He was something of a loner, but a respected battle leader and, the stories said, possibly Irazs successor by nature of his Skills.

That was why other Steelfur Gnolls, who themselves had the classic metal fur that made their tribe so renowned and feared on the battlefield, eyed Adetr as he lounged against a wooden post.

He never relaxed and had said publicly he wouldnt waste his time at the Meeting of Tribes. He just stalked around using his battle-prediction Skills. And yet here he was, clearly waiting near the food section.

Youre late.

He growled as someone approached. The Steelfur Gnolls pointing at him saw a young Human woman hurry over. Ah, that explained everything. But who would have thought? Adetr?

The [Battle Seeker]s glare hurried off the members of his tribe as Rose stopped.

Sorry. Everythings in chaos. Sodyou want to sit and talk?

She glanced around. Adetr touched the Ring of Silence hed brought.

Anywhere is fine. Lets talk again. You were explaining the history of where your people passed ours. Thedark times?

Medieval ages. The dark ages is a nickname.

Rose sighed. She peered around wistfully.

You dont want to get anything to eat first? Explore the Meeting of Tribes?

This was a habit of theirs. A somewhat uneasy habit, but Krshia had agreed with Rose that it had to be done, or Adetr would have only a half-truth without explanations. StillRose was tired of feeling like a history professor teaching a student who knew nothing of Earthat allthe history of everything. Especially because Adetr had seen

Modern warfare. Hed fought tanks, seen the effects of guns against his tribe, and, Rose couldnt believe this, had even been hit by some kind of aerial bombardment. Even maybe a nuke.

Adetr was a [Battle Seeker]. He was also a fine warrior, or so she was told, but one of his Skills, a rarity among any normal person, was [Vision of Greatest Battle]. It allowed him to seewell, what it would be like to fight someone else.

And apparently on an Earther, it meant he was suddenly fighting soldiers from her world armed with modern weaponry. That had freaked Rose out, especially because Adetr had nearly gone crazy, thinking this army existed and might go on the attack.

However, Adetr really was an oddity. [Battle Seeker] was a strange class, and he was a single-minded Gnoll. He glanced around, and Rose sniffed the air more eagerly than he did.

Ill pay for something if you have to eat.

You dont want anything? Really?

No. Its just food. I thought you Humans from

Adetr hesitated, looking around.

your home would have better food than this, anyways.

Not magic food. And besides, good food is good food. Lets just walk around a tiny bit before we get back to talking. Please?

Gahfine. You know Im busy. Steelfur might have to fight the Drakes soon so I have to go. Not that Id mind that, but I need to knoweverything.

Well, Im not telling you how to make anything.

I dont need to know that. Yet. Just how my tribes supposed to survive.

Adetr stalked after Rose. She sighed. Why couldnt her Gnoll contact bewell, someone like Tkrn? Inkar, that lovely young woman from Kazakhstan, who rode like a seasoned [Rider], fit so well into the tribe that clearly loved and appreciated her, had Tkrn, who was smitten.

Rose got Adetr, who stalked along behind her like a giant metal shark, such that even the other Gnolls got out of the way. She might have decided he was tooinsane and refused to meet with him at all except for one thing.

Adetr didnt look at Rose like some psychotic war-hungry fighter. He was surly, bad-tempered, focused on only military matters or how strong Humans were, and so on. But she caught the expression in his eyes now and then, the same as when he had first accosted her.

He was afraid. He had experienced a war completely unlike battles he understood, and he saw how dangerous it might be to everything he cared about.

So Rose did her best. Not only to educate in a limited sense, but also toconvince him.

So, umthe Drakes declaring war on the Gnolls. Are you worried?

Chieftain Iraz is. Hell decide if we go out and fight. Well probably just hold the Great Plains. Im not worried about that.

The metal Gnoll saw Rose glance back at him.

Not about Gnolls and Drakes fighting?

He shrugged.

Ive seen some of the Drakes best. We have amazing warriors too. If it happens, it happens. Neither side can toss the other over and the Great Plains have never been taken when the tribes gather. Im more worried about something else. What do you want? Lets get it and find a seat. You can have as much tea and snacks at the Steelfur camp as you want.

And there he went again. Rose sighed. They drifted by a stall with a delicious seafood grill and she stopped to stare at it.

Oh my gosh. Lobster?

Im not buying that.

Adetr checked the prices and instantly glared at her. Rose raised her hands.

I can pay for myself, thanks! Anyways, who could eat an entire lobster? For a snack?

I dont know. Youve been eating every day we talk.

Dont be rude. I dont know why I

Rose went to shove Adetr and he stared at her as she tried to push him. His fur wasnt as spiky as the metal indicated, but it was like shoving a brick wall. She sighed and walked on as he stomped behind her.

As a result, they both naturally spotted the giant Gnoll girl bent over to talk to a half-Elf. Who wouldnt stare at Gire? Roses mouth opened.

Thats her! Thats, umGire!

Gireulashia. [Paragon]. Dont make her mad. Shes an excellent warrior.

Adetr glanced at her with clear interest. But Rose spotted the little girl there and froze.

MrMri?

She caught herself just in time and Adetr glanced at her.

Someone you know?

Yeah, sheswhy is she out here?

Instantly, Rose began to worry. Shed been so glad to hear Mrsha was safe, but she knew this was a dangerous position. Her talking with Adetr she hoped was helping, but she glanced at him and recalled that his tribe was traditionalist. Fortunately, he didnt look twice at the Gnoll girl, only to check out her ears.

Whats with the gold? Is she with that Golden Gnoll half my tribe wants to buy from?

Yesyes. Shes a friend of Silverfang. Whats she

They were just in time to hear Gire laugh and explain, her words quick and calm.

Sorry, Miss. Mris voice is hurt from a cold. And eating too many Herthee. Shes from the city. The Golden Gnolls caravan, actually, but shes related to my tribe. Ekhtouch.

She named the somewhat allergic vegetable that could swell up your throat. The half-Elf nodded.

Poor girl. Well, some gelato will help with that.

Gire smiled, and Rose sighed with relief. What a perfect lie. The [Paragon] was a natural actor, and Rose had met Jasi and Wesle. She drew closer as Adetr sighed and checked his money pouch; the gelato was not cheap.

So you know Ceria Springwalker? That is amazing. Well, I can give you a little taste just for that.

I can pay!

Rose jumped, but Mrsha had toggled her speaking stone. She slapped three gold coins on the counter and everyone stared. Adetr nearly dropped his coin pouch.

OhI, ah, well, thats quite a lot. What do you want, Miss Mri?

C-can we get the vanilla ice cream, Mri? I love vanilla. What does it taste like?

Mrsha and Rose gave Gire the pitying looks of people who understood the neophytes entry into sweet tastes. Mrsha was about to opine that this half-Elf should invest in chocolate, despite knowing how hard the stuff was to make. But she saw lemon, Sages Grass, mint, and bithstone as flavors and was content to order a big bucket for after the lobster.

She was just about to let Gire get her basic ice cream and get a mix of lemon and bithstone, when Adetr swore. He jolted and Rose nearly leapt into the stall.

Adetr! Dont do that!

Gire turned. She recognized the Steelfur warrior at a glance.

Oh no, not the crazy one again. Is he following us?

She sighed. But the Steelfur warrior jerked and then stared at Mrsha. He pointed an accusatory finger at her.

Who is that girl? Why does she know the Black Tide, a [Spearmaster], and

Rose saw people turn around. She instantly knew what Adetr had done. He had heard Ceria Springwalker, a famous Gold-rank adventurer, and, like the stupid fight-seeker he was, hed used his Skill on Mrsha.

And, incidentally, gotten to meet Relc, multiple Gold-rank adventurers, angry Antinium, and acid jars to the face. He began to raise his voice.

Shes from the same place as that other Gnoll. From

Rose slapped a hand over his mouth so fast Mrsha saw Adetr recoil. The Human glared at him, and then turned to Gire and Mrsha.

I

Mrsha saw Adetr staring at her. She stared at him, Gire, Rose, and slowly raised a paw. She stared at Adetrs strange fur. At Rose. She touched the speaking stone rune hidden at her side.

Hello. Im Mri. Wanna eat?

That was how Rose, Adetr, Mrsha, and Gire found themselves eating a lobster, special lobster tail on a bed of buttered rice, with a giant bucket of ice cream in an ice-bound container.

As a snack. Mrsha had also snagged three skewers of meat and a bucket of popcorn with meat flavoring.

Is she some kind of [Eater]? A [Gourmet]?

Adetr stared as Mrsha came back with Gire. Rose looked at the hamburger from the Silverfang stalls with fries.

Mri, are you insane? Thats too much food! Lyonettes right, you will get fat!

Adetr glanced at her. Rose was trying not to smile, even as she eyed Adetr, worried about this new development. After all, she and Mrsha were from the inn.

It felt like a long time since theyd left. Mrsha beamed at Rose. She took a single bite from the meat skewer, a big bite of hamburger, and some popcorn. Then she handed the hamburger to Gire.

Thanks, Mri.

The [Paragon] opened her mouth, and devoured the hamburger. Not fastrather, she took small bites and chewed until all the flavor was gone, then swallowed, savoring each bite. But she didnt stop and her mouth was so huge that

Adetr and Rose looked at the nine foot tall Gnoll, who had the metabolism of a [Paragon]. Mrsha had seen how much Gire ate for breakfast; she was confident this qualified as a Gire-snack.

For his part, Adetr had no idea how this Mri knew Rose, and he was half-impatient to get back to talking about Earth. But Rose had told him Mri was from Liscor and he could absolutely not talk about her.

He didnt get why, and he didnt really care. But he did notice Mri writing little notes and signing with her paws. Adetr raised his browsand ate some of the lobster, and found the fast food wasnt bad.

He really didnt watch the news unless there was fighting on. Rose, eying him, saw the light of a [Detective]s keen insightnot at all in his face. She sighed with relief.

Thank goodness for idiots.

Honored Gireulashia. Sorry for interrupting you. Rose and I will be going.

Itfsh fine, Warrior Adetr. Rose is a friend.

Gire spoke with her mouth full. She glanced around guiltily and hunched down as if she would somehow get smaller sitting at the food table.

Uhdont tell the Ekhtouch tribe Im eating. Im just helping Mri finish her meals.

Mrsha nodded, a huge bite of lobster in her mouth. She waved at the Drowned [Chef]. This was good stuff!

Food united Gire and Mrsha, but could you eat food forever? Adetr sighed, but picked at the french fries as Rose asked Mri what shed been doing. She nearly slipped a few times, but Gire was flawless in keeping Mris name out there.

Mri and I are finding things to do.

Mrsha agreed, signingRose could sort of get what Mrsha said after some second-hand exposure, and Mrsha could always write a note to clarify or have Gire translate.

It was hard. The blunt truth of it was that Gire and Mrsha liked each other, but Mrsha playing tag with Gire was likeVisma trying to play tag with Relc in full Relc-mode.

That was Gires problem with everyone, to be fair. You actually needed Relc at his best to give Gire a challenge. She was flawless.

[Paragon]. Adetr watched Gire with one eye.

Are you going to fight when Ekhtouch takes to the front? Steelfur refuses to advance unless a Drake army violates the water line.

Gire stopped speaking for a second. She swallowed slowly, and fumbled with her food.

Isuppose Chieftain Firrelle will tell me to.

Adetr blinked at her.

You dont want to level?

Rose looked between him and Gire. The [Paragon] sighed.

I havent killed people. I dont want to. But if Ekhtouch fightsIm old enough to fight. I might have to.

You havent? Youre one of the greatest warriors of Ekhtouch. Dont be a coward.

Adetr snapped, seeming irritated. Instantly, Rose smacked his head and shouted in pain. It was like hitting a metal pole.

Adetr! Dont tell Gire that! Shes only fifteen!

Mrsha ducked, but Adetr wasnt fun at all. For proof, he hadnt taken a drink of water and didnt perform the old Winebreath Blaster. He just blinked, and, like a normal person, stared at Gire.

Youre what?

He turned to Rose. She folded her arms as Gire doodled on the table.

Thats right. Gire shouldnt be fighting at all! Who makes a fifteen year old fight?

Adetr hesitated. He was clearly stunned by the revelation, but he replied after a second.

I was joining patrols when I was fourteen. Youre fifteen and youre

Gire and Rose and Mrsha looked at Adetr. Rose shook her head.

Thats insane. No one should be fighting that young. The minimum age on Ewhere I come from is sixteen!

Gires ears perked up and she exchanged a look with Mrsha. Adetr snorted, but his ears had perked up.

And how old are you?

Eighteen. Whats it to you?

He eyed her.

I am nineteen years old. I thought you were older. Are you telling me none of you have fought and killed enemy warriors?

He glanced around. Gire shook her head. Rose shook her head. Mrsha sat back and gave Adetr a long look. He eyed her.

Whats with her? Does she speak or not?

Mris voice is hurt.

Right. Whats this?

Mrsha held up a card.

Ive killed Face-Eater Moths, fought Crelers, Raskghar, and evil [Witches], rookie. Bow down to Mrsha the Warrior!

She triumphantly held the card out. Adetr stared at it. Gire stared at the cardMrsha was holding it out away from her, but she read the lines of ink through the thin paper.

Mri!

Adetrs mouth opened. He focused on the card and Rose stared in horror at Mrshas name. Adetr stood up abruptly, just as an arguing duo walked by. Feshi saw Adetr pointing at Mrsha and froze.

Oh no.

You fought Crelers? Raskghar? Where?

Rose covered her face as Mrsha snatched the card back. Adetr leaned over the table. But Gires eyes lit up as Mrsha, relieved, put her feet up on the table. She waved for Rose to break out the ice cream. Darn, she should have bought more food. Mrsha idly scribbled with one paw. She supposed she could tell the story.

Mrsha Crelerbane du Marquin smirked at Adetr. And Gire for that matter. The [Paragon] had that look again. Of sheer interest.

You fought Crelers, Mri? Chieftain Firrelle has me fight monsters, but never Crelers for practice. The most Ive ever beaten by myself is a Wyvern.

Mrsha and Adetr turned to look at her and the little Gnoll lost some of her swagger. What, an entire Wyvern? By herself?

And yetit was one thing for Gire to say shed beaten a Wyvern. Quite another for a little Gnoll cub actually the normal size for her age to say shed fought one of the dark legends of Gnolls and come out on top.

Most people would assume she was lying, like Adetr, with genuine introspection for the first timefor the one thing Mrsha wasnt lying about. Yet Rose knew better. Gire knew better. Even

Hello, whats this? Is that lobster? Are you Mri? Im YerraFeshi, stop staring and come over. Is this the little girl you were telling me was so important?

And here came the Selphid. Adetr looked up and Mrshas little jaw dropped. She stared at Yerranola, from the Games of Daquin, the sea trip, and scrying orbs. She fumbled for an autograph card as Feshi walked over.

Isorry to interrupt, Miss Rose, Honored Gire. We were justis that a whole lobster?

Yerranolas mouth was watering. Lobster?

I love lobster. What was that about Raskghar? Crelers?

Yerra, dont be rude.

Sit, sit! Please! Im Mri! Hello! Nice to meet you!

The little Gnoll girl practically danced on the spot, waving an autograph card. Yerranola winked at Feshi, who was embarrassed for her glutton of a friend who loved seafood. Adetr edged over, a bit respectfully; after all, they were the Titans students.

We havent met, yes?

Feshi nodded at him. He nodded back.

Adetr of Steelfur. Honored Feshi, it is my privilege to meet you. And this is

He looked at Yerranola, who froze mid-reach for a lobster claw.

Uh, Yerranola. Hello! Are you made of metal? Amazing. Yerranola. Does anyone mind if I have a bite?

Help yourself.

Everyone agreed; the lobster was too huge for anyone but Gire to make a dent in it. Yerranola rubbed her hands as Mrsha held out a quill.

Autograph? Sure! Whatswhoa. What is this card?

She stared, suddenly moving her buttered fingers away from the card. Adetr was recalling trying to fight Yerranolato his disappointment it hadnt resulted in the Titan appearingand glanced with disinterest down at the card Mrsha was holding.

Who orders a lobster for food? Miss Rose, I know Silverfang has a lot of money, but its more expensive here. We could have gotten you a cheaper one.

Feshi was whispering to Rose, looking at Gire who was wolfing down fries. Rose pointed.

It wasnt Gire. Its Mri.

What? She has that much money?

The other people eating at the table were eyeing the fascinating group sitting there. Four big names, and Mri and Rose were the odd ones out. The smell of cooked lobster hung in the air, and perhaps it was inevitable.

Hey! I knew I recognized that giant! And look, I smell lobster! See? See, Emper? I told you someone else would buy lobster. Hey! Its me!

There came the cavalcade. The six people sitting there turned and saw four people striding their way.

Lehra Ruinstrider; Suxhel, the Gazer; Emper, the Stitch-Man [Monk], sighing; and Elgrinna, the Dwarf, holding a bucket.

A bucket of crab from the exact same stall. Mrshas eyes went round, but Lehra knew her.

Mri! Its Mri! Or was it that other n

Suxhel elbowed her in the stomach and the Stargnoll went oof. She hurried over.

Is that lobster? My team wouldnt let me buy one because no one buys lobsters as a snack. Well, look whos the ignorant person here, eh, Suxhel?

Lehra. Stop bothering these poor people. Sorry about that folks. Our amazing Named-rank adventurer doesnt ever quit.

Elgrinna grabbed Lehra by the tail. Mrsha bounced up and down at the table, and Rose, looking at her, and at Lehra with an awe that didnt quite fade, waved her hand.

No, sit, please! Mri would love the company. She bought the lobster.

Can we share? Ive got crab and shrimp!

Lehra plonked her bucket of food down and suddenly it was a feast. Adetr found himself staring at Suxhel, and that was a competition you were destined to lose. Abruptly, he was sharing a table with many of the people he had used his prediction of battle against.

Andthey were nothing like the shades he had fought. Gire had once thrown a spear through his eye, and he recalled the peerless way shed fought with her small tribe.

But that was just her phantom at war. Her real self ducked when she saw an Ekhtouch Gnoll trotting by and tried to hide under the table. Far from being the focused warrior wearing the Blade of Mershi, Lehra Ruinstrider was light-hearted, slapping him on the back and asking after Chieftain Iraz.

This was a new moment for Adetr. Uncomfortable. He looked around.

Ive killed you all

His mindset was largely lost though. Yerranola was gobbling food and Feshi, exasperated, went with Rose to get more so they wouldnt be seen just leeching off the others.

It could have been yet another moment of convivial meetings, and, by now, only Inkar and Tkrn were missing. By now, they knew each other by name, aside from Adetr.

Shame that Venaz isnt here. Or, uhuhthat funny Lizardguy and the Plains Eye fellow. He was interesting. What was his name?

Merish. Venaz and Wil and the others went north, Im afraid.

Ah, damn. For that Professor? The Titan? I wanted to go with you! But I forgot. Besides, I guess I have to stay at the Meeting of Tribes.

Feshi stared at Lehra as the Stargnoll rolled her eyes. Maybe it was just words; Lehra had the air of someone who made a lot of promises. Even soMrshas eyes were shining.

Lehra knew Mrsha tooat least part of it. It was Elgrinna, the Dwarf woman, and Emper, who regarded Mrsha and introduced themselves. What they knew, exactly, was unclear, but Suxhel smiled at Mrsha.

The entire moment was lovely. It was also extraordinary, seeing how Mrsha sat there. Gire peered around, eating, and all these other famous people were chatting.

But the Gnoll woman couldnt stop staring at that little girl. She peeked at her from around one of the tents. One of her companions stared at her, then at the small team whod followed their friend.

Prha. What is with you?

The Gnoll warrior of the Sofang tribe didnt answer. Some of the other warriors muttered.

Shes been like this ever since she was called to Chieftain Mrells camp. What did he do?

Should we burn down his tent? If he said anything

I heard Chieftain Torishi got involved. If Sofangs in trouble, its all our tails on the line. Prha

Shes real.

Prha stared at the little Gnoll girl who laughed and wrote things and signed with her paws. Her companions had no idea what she meant. Not yet. But they were beginning to.

Chieftain Mrell was watching too. Not as conspicuously pressed up between two tents like Prhanot that anyone noticed aside from people passing bybut dining at a far distant table. They watched her. But Torishi had forbidden them from getting close. And what

What could you say? Then they saw the inevitable happen.

Autograph? Sure! For who? Visma. Ekirra. Got it. Hey, you hold onto that, you know these things are valuable, right? But for free lobster, Ill autograph anything!

Mrsha took the cards Lehra signed and Emper took the quill next.

It is an honor. A strange one, because we are not icons. I suppose Lehra is, but as a role model or inspiration

He stared pointedly as the Gnoll tried to lick butter off her nose. Then passed the card along.

The new thing was to get multiple autographs of famous people. Orand this was a move for someone who had the most valuable autographsto get all the names on one card. That meant it had been in the presence of all the biggest names and was therefore most valuable.

Mrsha asked Feshi and Yerranola to sign the card for her two friends, and so a six-name card would blow her two friends minds with envy. Feshi did so, seeing the delighted look on Mrshas face.

Yerra, sign the card for Mri.

The Selphid didnt move. She was staring down at the first card Mrsha had offered her.

ThisI know these names. Feshi, look at this?

Gire glanced up from her first ever mouthful of ice cream as Adetr sighed, but decided he could go for some shrimp as Rose convinced him they were, in fact, good, and not giant bugs. He dipped one in sauce just in time for Feshi to exclaim.

The Players of Celum?

The others looked up. Lehra with keen-eyed interest, as did Gire who had heard the name before. Adetr raised his head, looked blank, and went back to dipping prawns.

No way. This is impossible.

Yerranola lifted the card. She stared at it.

Theres not supposed to be more than, what, ten cards with the entire casts names on it. I wanted to go see them, do you remember, Feshi? Then they left Invrisilthis is genuine! It seems like it!

You know the Players of Celum? Or is that a gift?

Lehra instantly turned to Mrsha. Gire stared at her small friend, as Mrsha looked smug. She fished something out of her bag of holding.

If you think thats cool

Yerranola and Feshi had assumed Mrsha was some lucky recipient of a rare card. Then they saw her pull out a Jasi-special signature, with a kiss mark from lipstick. A Wesle monogrammed card. Kilkran, Emmeshe had every single one.

Dead gods. You could buy a hundred lobsters for this much! A thousand! How did you?

Gire gaped at Mrsha, and there it was. The little Gnoll sat there. Smugyes, very smug. But the common thread was this.

I was there when they started. I was at the first shows. I can get you autographs if you want. Jasis a friend.

Yes, it was self-aggrandizing, yes it was bragging. But it was alsoRose covered a smile as eyes turned to disbelieving looks.

Its true. I know its amazing, but MrMri was there.

So she actually fought Raskghar? And survived a Creler attack?

Adetr leaned forwards. All eyes swung towards him. Mrsha nodded. She had been there. She had seen it, done it.

Nothing would do but for Rose to help her explain the contextthe inn, and tell the story of the Face-Eater moth attack. Feshi shook her head wordlessly, and Lehra traded looks with her team. It was Gire who muttered.

Thats amazing. You really survived that. Youre not a [Paragon] or big

Mrsha glared up at her friend, but Gire went on.

But you did that. Wasnt it scary? The Drakes are declaring war and the Walled Cities might send a unified army to attack us. I might have to fight. I dont want to. But youyouve done it. I guess I have to, too.

She appeared smaller, despite her huge size. Afraid. Mrsha gazed up at Gire, and grabbed her paw. The older warriors looked somberly at Girebut who were they?

Lehra was sympathetic, but she was a young adventurer, rapidly risen to Named-rank. Feshi and Yerra were students, but only Yerra had seen real wounds. If anyone, it was Elgrinna and Emper who grew silent. And Adetr.

It was hard to explain what it was. Adetr studied Gire and wondered if she could become the same unstoppable force of battle as in his visions. Fifteen. He thought Ekhtouch would surely be worried too. A warrior could be as ready as they could ever be with training and still freeze up or snap in battle.

She was young.

He remembered killing her. Even if that was just a vision.

The Steelfur warrior twitched.

Into that uncertainty, Mrsha gazed up at Gires uncertain face. How big she was. And how young. Like Ekirra, in her way, for all she was far smarter and taller and quicker.

It will be okay.

She wrote on the card and held it up. The others watched the little girl. Mrsha scribbled quickly.

I have seen bad people. Belavierr. Raskghar. Giant moths. Tyrion Veltras. Lism. You can beat them. My best friend is Ryoka, the Wind Runner. She beat the Assassins Guild. You can win. You just have to do the right thing. You just need Erin

Her quill slowed as she wrote that name. Gire was reading.

Whos Erin?

Roses head rose, and her face turned despondent at once. Adetr regarded her, then Mrsha. He saw the little Gnoll with her brown fur and gold ears sit at the long wooden table for a moment, surrounded by delicacies, rich as could be, with all those famous cards, by important people.

When her head came up, her face was bleak and none of that mattered. He thought she would cry, and began to rise to go to the bathroom. But she didnt.

She sat there, eyes shining a bit, and then looked up at Gire. Mrsha began to write, hesitated, and tore the card in frustration. She motioned at Gire and made a few signals with her paws.

Speak for you? Okay. What do I say?

Mrsha looked solemnly up at her great friend. Around at the others. War was coming to the Great Plains. Or not? She didnt know. She was no [Strategist]. No adventurer.

Her eyes did a circuit of the table. In the distance, unseen, her parents looked at this little stranger. Mrsha stood up. She tried to express herselfand she had to own, Gire was more eloquent in translation. But this was the core of Mrshas message:

There are bad people out there. Terrible things happened and terrible things will happen. I know. I have seen it. But I have also survived. Bad things may happen now. Stupid Drakes and people may try to do something horrible. They can try, but we just have to stop them. There are consequences. We just have to beat them up.

Feshi listened as Gire spoke for Mrsha. Lehra was grinning, but Mrshas face was serious. AndFeshi felt her hair rise as Mrsha went on.

I have seen Raskghar. They tried to eat me. I have seen Facestealer. A Goblin Lord killed my tribe. Humans tried to kill my city. They nearly did. Headscratcher and Shorthilt died to stop them. It is never easy. But it can be done.

She stared up as the others focused on her. The teasing grins faded. Adetr looked at the little girl. Mrsha felt something building in her chest. Like tears, but it was also hot. Righteous and sad andoh, how she missed Headscratcher. How she missed them all.

Terrible, stupid, stinky people do terrible things. I lived, despite the [Witch]. Despite it all. I wont let them do it again. Some day, I will be big and no one will ever do such things again. My friends wont let it happen either. We all knew Erin. And each time this happens, we level up. When she comes back, everything will be okay. Until thenwe have to do Erin-things.

Who?

Mrsha ignored the question. She felt that certainty building in her. That memory of long-dead heroes she had known.

It was disconcerting to the adults. It wasto Feshilike hearing the Professor talk. Too weary for a child to say. And yetMrsha gazed so confidently up at her that Feshi had to look away.

We can win. Gires eyes lit up as she looked at someone who had seen and done things she could never imagine. A girl who had gone somewhere Adetrs great Skill could not encompass because it was not war she had seen. Beyond the imagination of the [Paragon].

It was an inn on a hill. Mrsha stared at that vision. As humble as could be, sometimes. Not nearly as grand as the Meeting of Tribes, but there was magic there. That was what this place lacked, for all its grandeur and important people.

Perspective. So what if every evil Drake city in the world declared war? Beat them up. All you needed was a flag, an [Innkeeper]. You needed guests of an inn and

Something was building inside Mrsha. A feeling. A familiar one. She regarded all of these adults, not seeing her parents, noticing even the Weatherfur Gnolls watching her. She had a strange power. A presence despite her age.

She had brought something from home. Mrsha looked at the greatest assembly of Gnolls in the world, and the resolve built in her.

This was her people. This was their moment of triumph. They should not be so small, and sad. What could they not do? Had this army been there, Tyrion Veltras would have run screaming off a cliff. Had they been there, Stone Spears would not have died.

She couldnt go back in time. But she could tell them: it could be done. Just not alone.

Mrsha felt an energy building in the core of her being. Not like Grimalkins muscles, but something inside of her. A fierce energy. She reached for it.

She was tired of being small. Tired of running. Well, she had made it here. Here she stood, and here they would be. Together. She looked at Gire, and the [Paragon]s eyes were wondering.

Something burst out of Mrsha as she reached for that memory. The powerMrsha heard gasps. A cry of shock. It rose out from her fur. She gritted her teeth, focusing.

Yes! Her power! Was it from Erins inn? The natural, latent abilities of a [Princess] daughter? Her experiences?

It was an aura. Noit was more powerful still. Mrsha felt it envelop her in sudden strength as she felt a wave of triumph, that great memory of every time Erin Solstice had walked forwards and changed the world. This was it.

She had done it. Her eyes opened and Mrsha took in the shocked, recoiling people with calm serenity. She had achieved the next level. Powered up. She could feel her powerful aura, her hair standing upwhy, she even thought shed changed colors. Not to white; this was her final form! This was

Gireulashia stared at Mrsha in horror and shouted.

Mri, youre on fire!

The little Gnoll girls confident expression wavered. She looked at her body, and realizedthat wasnt her aura. Instead, it was a glorious flame. A pink

Fire! Im on fire! Put it out! Putitoutputitout

The Gnoll girl ran around, rolling on the ground until she realizedpink fire? She rose, and the flames did not burn her skin. The others were trying to extinguish it, but water would not work. Nor flame spells or even a cloud of dirt.

Rose stopped Emper from trying to smother the flames.

No. ItsMri. Its Erins

The little Gnoll raised her paw. It was still there. She almost cried. It was still there. She burned, and it illuminated the Meeting of Tribes and all who saw it. It seared Adetrs eyes. Something unlike triumph in battle. Deeper than victory or defeat. Memory, like fire, burning bright.

Glory.

It burned so bright. So short-lived. And yet. While the flames on the girl eventually went out, all who saw remembered them. And this timethey did not die. Mrsha held it in her paws, and then slowly transferred it to a torch.

The flames caught for a second, burnedand went out. Mrsha stared at the wisps of smoke.

It was okay. Gently, she touched the torch, and it burned like glory again. She lifted it up. Something to show people. Something tobring them together. The [Paragon] looked as the little girl offered her glory.

This timeit was golden. And more colors still flickered in her eyes. She had seen two flames burning. Going out. It was very small, and she was small. But she would show them all.

[Emberbearer Class obtained!]

[Emberbearer Level 1!]

[Skill Rekindle Flame obtained!]

[Skill Fires Fuel (Mundane) obtained!]

Authors Note: This is one of two chapters left. I realized I was leaving on a Monday, so I would definitely not be able to do more writing. Well, I have plans to do the chapter on the 30th, but its just a really short writing month.

So I am trying to pack as much content into these chapters. I hope you understandits an important trip to see family and that matters. But the storys also important, so I balance both.

In fact, its humbling how much you all enjoy and like the story. If you didnt see it, some people are starting a podcast. Oshi and Dragonus talk about The Wandering Inn, and their first episode and a promo are up where they discuss web serials, this story from Volume 1 onwards (not chapter by chapter), and more! Give it a listen; I did and its odd to hear actual readers exist, let alone speak!

One more chapter. Until a break. Hope youre having a decent November and thanks for reading!

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