The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 56

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The wind blew in her hair, lifting it up and letting it stream behind her. Not at her back, and not blowing so hard that it was unpleasantbut an acknowledgement, perhaps, that she was going too fast for the breeze to keep up.

It felt wonderful, to sit and experience the cool air rushing across her body. Feel the wind tug playfully at her clothes. Relax, and see the world go past her.

Ryoka Griffin had forgotten what it felt like to ride a bike. Her body hadnt, but her mind hadnt remembered how nice it was, even compared to the joys of running.

Because when you were running, you were always in the moment. Even when you were on your runners high, you were focused. Bikingyou could relax and let the machine carry you down the road.

Especially this particular bicycle. Ryoka did another rotation of the pedals after a little bit and the flagging momentum picked up. And oh, it took a long time to slow.

Frictionless wheelsor as close as Hedault and Pelt could engineer while keeping some kind of grip. Enchantments on the pedals to make high gear feel like the lowest one. Insanely light materials

The Wind Runner of Reizmelt rode what Fals had called the death of Runners. Perhaps it was and perhaps it was not. Perhapsthe future was bicycles for some, roller-skates for others. Now wouldnt that look funny?

A little paw adjusted the handlebars slightly. Ryoka reached out, but Mrsha scowled at her as she steered the bicycle.

Okay, okay. Just dont crash us.

The Gnoll was completely focused on her task, unlike Ryoka. Her job was to keep the bike straight. So far theyd crashed four times. Yet, Mrsha clearly loved sitting on Ryokas lap and riding along.

You think we should turn back yet?

The Gnoll girl shook her head as they rode past a staring pair of pedestrians. Ryoka waved at them.

Sorry! Ask in Celum!

They were demanding to know what she was riding. Ryoka stared ahead. Mrsha was smiling.

You really like this, dont you?

Duh. Mrsha stared incredulously at Ryoka. The bike wobbledRyoka rescued them before they went down again. Mrsha returned to keeping them straight.

She would be all over the place when she had hers. Erin had already put in an order for a tricycle with the Kevin-Pelt-Hedault-Selys alliance. And it was probably the most effective parenting decision she had made all year.

Mrsha was wearing clothes. She had also combed her fur, watered the plants, had not stolen anything from other peoples plates, and she had even helped set the table for the diners. That was because Lyonette had made it clear that any Mrsha-mischief wouldnt revoke her dessert privilegesa halfway effective tactic at the best of timesbut revoke the chance of a new bicycle.

Oh, such terrible threats that adults came up with to control children. Ryoka just enjoyed the ride. She had spoiled Mrsha nonstop and she knew Lyonette didnt approve. But what else was Ryoka going to do? Not give Mrsha most everything she wanted, spend time with her?

Kids should not be given everything. Nor should they be without discipline, structure, etc. etc. Nor should they have to go through half of what Mrsha had.

It was a relief that she could still laugh silently at a bug bouncing into Ryokas mouth, so much that she nearly fell off the young womans lap.

Okay, okay. I think were far enough. Lets head back.

Ryoka decided that was enough after spitting it out and washing out her mouth. Mrsha sighed, but they went back the way theyd come, passing the awestruck pedestrians again. Ryoka cast a glance over her shoulder.

They had been riding towards Liscor, ironically, having left Celum for the morning ride. But the pass towards which the Floodplains began was almost invisible.

The High Passes loomed. The mountains stretching up into the sky, and higher than any mountain from Earth. Ryoka cast a glance over her shoulder.

If Mrsha wasnt thereshe would have been tempted to ride into the second pass, where only adventurers and fools trespassed.

There be Dragons. Or at leastone. But Teriarch hadnt responded last time shed come out here. Ryoka had burned a Potion of Haste and an Octavia-brand Stink Potion. Shed called for nearly twenty minutes, but his cave hadnt opened.

Was he asleep? Or not in the mood to entertain guests? Ryoka had thought hed have visited the inn after she left. But maybe

She swallowed that tiny bit of worry. Teriarch would show up probably when she least expected it. For now, and todayshe rode back with Mrsha, enjoying the morning breeze.

-

The Wandering Inn this morning had a number of important guests. The kind that made Lyonette hurry about, taking customized orders. She put down a mushroom risotto in front of the first vegetarian that Erin had ever servedwell, the first one who had asked for no meat as a sticking point. Even Palt ate meat.

Look, Im not going to say it again.

The person across from the vegetarian breakfaster was annoyed. Or maybe in that stage just before actual annoyancecertainly heated. It was rare for Kevin, the easygoing [Tinkerer], to be anything but optimistic. Howeverthey were arguing, the four of them, as Ryoka wheeled the bike in and Lyonette ran back into the kitchen.

Were not calling it Splendiferous Gearage or Liscors Custom Steelworks. These are terrible names.

Hedault paused with a bite of his risotto to his mouth. He and the Drake who had one of Imanis breakfast specials in front of her looked hurt.

The Dwarf, who had ordered a still-sizzling sausage breakfast, was on Kevins side though.

Especially because Im not using steel as the main component of all these gears. Ill use damn iron when I pleaseits false advertising!

Exactly, so

Were not calling it Kevins Bike Shop. Thats even worse.

I didnt say it had to be Kevins

Selys snorted. She, Hedault, Pelt, and Kevin all glared at each other. The four shareholders in the Untitled Liscor-Invrisil-Pelt Enterprise were having their first real argument. About the name.

Manufactorium. People like fancy names. Call it that. Something Something Manufactorium.

Pelt growled. Selys threw up her claws.

Thats one third of the name, Pelt! I thought you were going to make a list! Okayhow about The Wheels of Liscor?

Again, this isnt necessarily going to be based in Liscor, Miss Selys.

Hedault adjusted his spectacles with a sigh. The Drake folded her arms.

If Im paying for it

Youre paying for it. Good for you. Im the one shaping steel. Me and my apprentices. Im not going to work outside of my forge.

Pelt chomped down on his breakfast as Kevin accepted his plate from Lyonette. She shook her head as Kevin reached for his notes.

Okay, Kevins Bike Shop was really a bit of a joke. Seriously this timehow about The Rolling Spokes? I think itd be

He broke off as Rose groaned and picked up her cup to throw it at him. The debate continued as the reference sailed comfortably over the heads of the other three. Meanwhile, Lyonette hurried over to a figure sitting decidedly by herself.

Umthis is a new dish. Imani calls it Flyfish Quiche, Miss Xrn

The Antinium twisted in her seat and looked at the composite fish-acidfly slice of quiche that Lyonette was gingerly holding out. She stopped staring at Ryoka as the City Runner put the bicycle away in the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Thieves and the bicycle were a huge problem. Two people had tried to steal it, and five had gone on joyrides.

How appealing. Thank you, Lyonette. Is this the correct fee?

Xrn extended her hand. She was holding exact change. Lyonette nodded.

Umyes. I can take the paymentbut you could pay when youre done. Thank you, M-Miss Xrn.

The [Princess] stumbled over the Antiniums title. And indeedXrn of all the Antinium possessed that factor that not only attracted eyes to her, but gave her an exclusion zone of empty seats this morning.

She was the Small Queen of the Antinium, and unlike Klbkch, she did not try to blend in. The azure-shelled Antinium smiled.

You may call me Xrn, as I have said, Lyonette. Thank you for informing me about payment. Oh, and take this.

She handed Lyonette two more copper coins. Lyonette stared at them curiously. Xrn nodded to them.

I did not have to pay, but it seemed fitting. I believe this is known as a tip?

Lyonette opened and closed her mouth. Xrn did not have to? Oh, but wait. Normally no one even noticed

T-thank you. Well, if theres anything I can get for you

More of this flavored rum, thank you. In a larger cup, please. And please ask my companion what she would like to eat. I will pay for that too.

Xrn waggled the empty glass at Lyonette. The [Princess] took it.

Of course

People stared at the glass as well as Xrn out of the corner of their eyes as Lyonette went to fill it. Drassi was glumly bartending since Pallass was off-limits for all but a few.

Fill up a larger cup, Drassi.

With the flavored rum? But thats

The two furtively stared back at Xrn. She had, by Lyonettes count, downed about four shots of the flavored rum drink that Rufelt had given to Drassi. It might have been water.

Actually, that might not be a far-off comparison in actual truth. Lyonette recalled Pawn observing it was difficult for him to get drunk. Wasnt Rxlvn invented to get Antinium intoxicated? And Xrn was Centenium

Just fill the cup, Drassi.

And another thing. Xrn sat there, munching happily on the quiche. Her eyes glowed with pleasure, reflected by the colors in her eyes. They changed, sometimes. Pawn told Lyonette that hed dared to ask and Xrn had once told him that the colors in her eyes werent always the same for the same emotions.

Color changes meaning depending on time and place and nuance. Why should it be the same each time? Would you cast a spell the same way each time? You would? Well thenthat is the difference between how you understand colors and I.

Lyonette would have dearly loved to parse that one. She felt like it could aid her magical studies somehow. But right now she was getting Xrn everything she wanted. Because the Small Queen was waiting for her breakfast partner.

And reluctantly but soon, Ryoka Griffin slid into the seat and was presented with some granola and yogurt. She was a bit warmed up from her ride. But she wasnt exactly hungry.

Ryoka Griffin. There you are.

Im here, I didnt run off.

This time. Shall we continue our conversation? A few things of note have happened since yesterday.

The Small Queen watched as Ryoka lifted a spoonful of her bowl. For her partRyoka Griffin shifted nervously.

Really? Umlike what?

Hm. The Walled Cities attempted to destroy one of the Queens new Antinium projects. The Armored Hive has been damaged. Several Named Adventurers participated in the raid. They killed Antiniumno Individualsand lost a number of [Mages] and [Soldiers] to Klbkchhezeim and Wrymvr. Then Klbkch took a near-mortal wound in the fighting. His body was severed across the chest and the Queens are attempting to rebuild his

Ryokas granola was coming back out as she choked. Xrn watched with considerable interest. She took another happy bite of quiche.

No Named Adventurers were slain, alas. Klbkch and Wrymvr must have decided that was too provocative. They are playing games.

What?

The City Runner shouted. She saw heads turn as she shot to her feet. Thenjust as fast, Ryokas head swiveled around.

Why are you telling me this out here?

We are private.

We are? Are you casting spells?

Mm. Just ones to prevent others from listening in.

The Small Queens eyes glowed. Ryoka sat downpeople were staring at her.

They could be reading our lips.

They would fail, even if I had lips. We are not able to be overheard, Ryoka Griffin. The same as yesterday. Your [Illusionist] could not pierce my veils. Nor can anyone else. I would know if they tried, anyways. Five have so far since you sat down.

Whreally?

Xrn made a fluttering sounda laugh. She raised her mandibles and opened them.

Probably not you. They try to spy on me constantly. I think the magic comes from Wistramsee? Right here.

She traced something above her head. Ryoka saw the air light upand a wisp of color appeared, light pink, and as thin asshe stared as it vanished upwards.

Is that?

I never know where it is from. But my maps make me believe that most come from Wistram.

Different magic for a different spellcaster. Ryoka sat back down. People were staring, but Ryoka realizedthey did have that look of confusion on their face. They could see herbut perhaps not anything else? She looked at Xrn. Ryoka wasnt about to run away, or lie, or obfuscate with the Small Queen. She had promised Klbkch, a long time ago, to help the Antinium.

Alsoshed tried all that yesterday. Xrn was unavoidable, unable to be outrun or hid fromshed dunked Ryoka in a river a few times, then theyd had a long chat after she wiped out a Rock Crab nest.

Goodtimes.

-

Erin Solstice couldnt see what Ryoka was saying to Xrn. Not that she read lips, but they seemed to blur over in her vision if she focused too hard. Ryoka had stood up, then sat down, now she was learning forwards and

Im gonna do it. I am!

Sure you are.

The [Innkeeper] scowled over at her fellow peekerthey were peeking at Ryoka from the Garden of Sanctuarys door.

Ill do it! Give me a club and Ill smack Xrn on the head and

Fierre passed Erin a club. The [Innkeeper] went cross eyed.

Wait, whered that come from?

Some of the gear we got from Archmage Valeterisas mansion. Remember? The Archmage, whos probably less dangerous than one of the Antiniums leaders?

Um

Erin swished the club back and forth. The Vampire girl watched her.

Okay. Ill rush in, hit Xrn

And die?

and tell her you cant bully Ryoka! Hows that?

Fierre eyed Xrn. She looked up at Erin. The [Innkeeper] had been trying to psych herself up the last few minutes.

She wasnervous around Xrn. Not afraid! Sort of afraid.

Very afraid. Xrn was hard for Erin to deal with and she was doing the same kind of pressuring as shed done to Erin when she first came here to Ryoka. Onlymore so this time. Erin wasnt going to stand for it, of course! She just had to figure out how she was not going to stand for it.

I did tell you what happened yesterday, right?

You, Palt, and Salamani wouldnt let me come to rescue Ryoka from Xrn. Right, right. And?

And we tried to insist she back off. Politely.

Mhm.

And she threw Salamani a hundred feet straight up.

Right. Thats why hes sleeping in.

Fierre shuddered. And that had been Xrn being playfulaccording to her. The Small Queen did not take it easy in anything she did. So much for being a Vampire. Some species were just plain cheaters.

She licked her lips as she stood, peering behind Erin. Fierre sniffedErin sidled a bit to the side, ostensibly to let her see. The [Innkeeper] glanced at Fierre and then at Xrn.

Erokay, Id actually do it to Klbkch. But if I, yknow, bonked Xrn on the head. Lightly. Not with a magical thing, just like, a rolling pin? How mad do you think shed be?

Do it. Ill watch.

Erin licked her lips for completely different reasons involving fear.

D-do you think she has any weaknesses? Liketo cute things?

Didnt she web Mrsha to the ceiling? Doubt it.

Right

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Let us talk about Wrymvr, Ryoka Griffin.

Not Klbkch nearly dying?

The Small Queen waved that off.

It is clearly a ploy to motivate the Queens. He would not take that kind of injury with Wrymvr about. No, I wish to talk about Wrymvr.

I dont know if I can help

The Small Queen looked at Ryoka.

I do not know if you can. If you can, volunteer information. I simply wish to talk about him because he annoys me.

Oh, vent. It was such aHuman emotion. And Xrn was certainly more nuanced than Klbkch in some ways. Lessin others.

She had leaned her staff against the table, but Ryoka was sure the staff was just a catalyst. The Small Queen used it; it did not define her. Nor did she practice magic like anyone else. Even Teriarch might have been impressed by her.

She was a [Thaumaturge]. A class that Ryoka hadnt known existed until Xrn told her she possessed it. Her magic was varied, powerful, and didnt follow the samerules as other [Mages]. Or rather, a different set of rules.

Case in point: she had cast a spell to kill the Rock Crab yesterday. Ryoka shuddered.

[The Bindings of Belavierr]. A spell that had ensnared the crab with familiar threads, unbreakable no matter how hard it had fought. Ryoka had asked where Xrn had learned that spell. And she had said

I do not need to learn a spell, only call for it. Well, that is the magic I learned from my class, given to me by Skills. Magic in general is justchanging the world. Like you can do with a shovel, or fire, or water.

Wrymvr. Wrymvr annoys me. He and I have never gotten entirely along. I wish, sometimes, that Galuc had lived rather than Wrymvr. He would have been more agreeable. And made Hives that would have never fallen to petty [Earthquake] spells.

The Small Queen mused aloud. Ryoka hesitated.

Is itcallous to talk about them like that?

To wish death on Wrymvr? Perhaps. But I do not care if his feelings are hurt. He will regrow them. Besides, he is difficult to kill. I hoped Zel Shivertail could do itI attempted to make that happen.

You wanted him to kill Wrymvr?

The Small Queen sat there, alien, smiling at Ryoka.

Yes. I had hoped dying would return him back to his senses, even if it meant him losing body and levels. He is a warmonger. While Klbkchhezeim and I attempt to find a way homehe is more concerned with the Twisted Antinium, who unleash experiments onto cities. Drive us closer to war. You seehe believes the only way to return home is to take each Walled City and turn them into rubble. To build more Hives? Destroy, to be perfectly safe. He is a simpleton, but he was never made to plan ahead.

I uhit does sort of sound that way. Is he justlike that?

Xrn tilted her head left and right. She liked conversing, another difference between her and Klbkch. He had treated it as a means to an end, but she had made Ryoka teach her a half-dozen tongue-twisters and patter songs and socialized before getting down to business. Wellthat was probably to stop Ryoka from hyperventilating to death, anyways.

You mean, less intelligent? Mm. Yes. Certainly less than me. Depending on how much brain matter she packed into Klbkchhezeimbut the Free Queens work aside, Klbkchhezeim was meant to think. Wrymvr was designed to protect Queens in war. He is straightforward, simple, arrogant. But powerful. I am more destructive. Half the Centenium were more destructive than he, and we were not all made for war. But no one among us was meant to survive like Wrymvr. He has never died.

Well, yeah, his nickname is

Xrn pointed at Ryoka and the City Runner shut up.

You misunderstand me, Ryoka Griffin. Wrymvr has never died. Not once since his creation. Hence the name we gave him. You see my body? Made by Shaper Queens in Rhir, superior to the one Klbkch and the others lost at sea?

She gestured at her form. Ryoka studied itthere was a level ofwhat, artisanship? that you could tell the other Antinium lacked. A superior quality to the carapace, not to mention the eyes and so on. Xrn nodded.

It is a copy, perhaps even an improvement on my original body. I have died, Ryoka Griffin. Once. Wrymvr? Never.

Thenis he stronger than you?

Another tilt of the head.

Do you mean could I kill him?. That would be pointless. I am more destructive, more varied, better at leading and planning and, ironically, adapting and everything else you could imagine. Wrymvr is better at surviving. And singing.

Singing?

Xrns antennae twitched and her mandibles lowered.

Only by a bit. I tell you this, Ryoka Griffin, to persuade you that you must help me and the Antinium. As we established yesterday, without your interference, the Antinium will set out on a path neither you nor I wish to occur.

War with the cities. Xrn had laid it out in a logical way for Ryoka, much as Klbkch had, but more directly.

There were two sides to the Antinium. The Queens, especially the Grand Queen, whom Xrn did not seem to like at all, who were focused on war with Izril as a means of rebuilding the Antinium and returning to Rhir with a vast army.

Then there was the Free Queen to some extent, Klbkch more or less, and Xrn, who dreamed of returning to Rhir to retrieve lost Antinium knowledge. They would bring it hereand rebuild the Antinium. Conquering Izril? An afterthought. Their goal was only one thing:

Return home. Destroy the sleeping god buried in Rhir.

You told me you died facing the sleeping

Xrn lifted a finger. Her eyes turnednot black, not any color. The magical lights just winked out, leaving them blank and that was terrifying. Ryoka bit her tongue at once.

Our enemy. Wrymvr escaped that by chance, Ryoka Griffin. But know this: the living Centenium marched that day. The Centenium marched upon it with the First Queen and the largest host of Antinium ever known. And we died.

She leaned forwards.

Do you think the army that should have landed on Terandrias shores was vast? Two hundred ships we sent, to colonize Terandria. That army was dust and ash before the one we sent against our enemy. And. We. Died.

Light flickered in her eyes. Swirling blackness and two motes of grey light. Pupils, within her multi-faceted insects eyes. They locked on Ryoka. Twice as terrifying.

That is why you will help me. Because your enemy is my enemy. Because our enemy would unleash horrors like Crelers and has done so without end. It will not stop until the world diesor it. Or it wakes up.

Ryokas mouth was dry. She just wanted to eat her granola and hug a Gnoll. This was far too early in the morning for this kind of conversation.

Why dont you tell everyone, then? I asked Klbkch

Why would they believe the Antinium? And secondlyeven if they did? It would strengthen it. The First Queen decreed that only the Centenium and Queens should be told what they fought because it gained strength with every mind that knew. And even thenmagic and might cannot even scratch it. It births the horrors of Rhir as itsleeps.

So, create an army of Antinium on another continent. Come back and figure out a way to overwhelm or contain. That was the Antiniums initial plan. It had gone off the rails when they died at sea. Nowthey were a threat to Izril. But Ryoka couldnt help but believe Xrn when she said that she didnt care for the Walled Cities or conquest. The point was to kill a god.

To kill

Back to Wrymvr. Do you know where a Dragon is, Ryoka Griffin?

Xrn sat back and Ryoka nearly died again.

No. Why?

The Centenium happily ate from her quiche.

It might be able to kill Wrymvr. Dragonfire humbled him once. The sea could not drown him, but neither could he best the Kraken, only survive it. He has lost to all of our greatest foes. But lived. I heard from Klbkchhezeim that Erin Solstice might know where the Dragon is, but she denied it. Wrymvr should die. If he dieshe will know mortality, and that, I think, will make him wiser. A Dragon could kill Wrymvr. Orsomething buried deeply. Perhaps in your dungeon. Are you aware of what might be down there?

Ryoka pushed back her bowl. She was not having breakfast anymore.

No. What? What do you know?

The Small Queen smiled back at Ryoka.

Nothing. But I know what is found in the deep places. I told you, Ryoka Griffin. The Antinium came of Rhir. We were created by our foe, just like Crelers. Just like everything else. Time and the First Queen gave us freedom to rebel. But time corrupts. The deeper we dug, the more we found waiting for us. We have found their like twice in Izrilmany times in Rhir.

Things?

Xrn nodded, as if oblivious to how much skin was trying to crawl off Ryoka and hide under her bed.

They exist across this world. Things of good intention and ill. Changed by time. The other species call them Old Things. I think your dungeon may have something like that. Why else is it so malevolent? That thing they call Face StealerI have tried to kill it three times. It lives. It could come up from the dungeon and kill every person in Liscor, I think. Klbkch and the Queen held it off many timessometimes by feeding it thousands of Soldiers and Workers. You seem remarkably carefree with such threats around.

Ryoka shuddered.

Can youcan you stop giving me nightmares for five seconds, Xrn? I know what youre fighting. Im sold. Pleaseplease stop convincing me.

Then help us.

Im willing to

Xrn reached into her side bags. She put something on the table. Ryoka stared at a blank piece of paper. Xrn added a quill, and ink.

Trebuchet. I will also accept ballista designs. For Bird.

I cant just

You know how to make them?

Look, I, what I meant was

Xrn scooted the paper closer to Ryoka. She tapped it with one finger.

That is aid, Ryoka Griffin. Not words. Material. Immediate. Tell me how to make a ship. Give me the designs of this bicycleno, that seems less useful to the Antinium.

Her eyes drilled into Ryokasstill in pupil-mode. Ryoka felt like Xrn was grabbing her soul and trying to squeeze it for answers.

She was intense. And what made Xrn scary was that she was right. Ryoka couldnt dance around being an ally with her. You were either helpful or not in Xrns mind. And Ryoka

Bop.

A rolling pin made less loud sound compared to Erins voice, squeaky with nerves. But it did bop the Antinium on the head, between her antennae. Xrns glowing pinpoints of light unscrambled.

Ryoka and Xrn turned. Erin Solstice stood there. She was paleand turned paler as Xrn slowly twisted in her seat.

Is that an attack, Erin Solstice?

Noooooooooooo. Justa warning bop! Thats all! Definitely not an attack!

Erin lowered the pin in a hurry. Ryoka stared at her. And then at Fierre, who was pressing her hands to her mouth, clearly not expecting Erin to have actually just done that.

What was that line about consequences? Xrn regarded the pin. She felt at her head. Then she stood up so fast Erin squeaked.

I see. Then. Is it war?

Erin backed up, babbling so fast that she nearly fell over the chair behind her. Xrn watched herthen opened her mandibles and lifted them. She made the fluttering sound again.

That is a joke. I am quite amused. Did you see that, Ryoka? Klbkchhezeim was always so humorless.

She sat back down. Ryoka saw Erin leaning on a table to catch her breath and clutching at her heart. Xrn laughed again.

Individual Antinium. That is Erins gift to the Free Antinium and why I do not insist. You thoughI will press you. You have not been useful until now, Ryoka Griffin. Give me something.

She looked at Ryoka. The City Runners eyes flickered to Erin. She saw Xrn waiting, smilingthen jump slightly in her seat.

It was a commonality between species. Erin had sidled over, and then, with two fingers, poked Xrn right in the side, about where her belly would be. Ryoka waited for Erin to die.

H-hey. Stop picking on Ryoka

Erin saw Xrn reach for her staff. The [Innkeeper] threw her hands up

Hold on! I was just

Pop. Erin Solstice vanished. Ryoka shot to her feet.

Xrn!

I simply removed her. I am willing to entertain her, Ryoka Griffin. But not right now.

What did you

Xrn shrugged as Hedault turned to stare and Fierre ran away to hide. She pointed.

Up.

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Aaah! Aaaaah!

Erin dangled from the edge of Birds tower. Bird stared down at her.

Hello, Erin. How did you do that, please?

-

Ryoka sat there, feeling like she was trapped. Reallyshe was. She had to give Xrn something, or tell her, right here and now, that she was not the Antiniums ally, even insofar as it pertained to killing what might or might not be a god, sleeping in Rhir.

It all made sense, too. Ryoka put her head in her hands.

Justjust give me a second to think. You know Im unwilling to give you big things, Xrn. Itd make the Antinium

You have three minutes.

Th

I gave you all of last night.

Ryoka thought. Trebuchets? Gunpowder? Rocket fuel? Okayshe didnt know that last one. Nor could Ryoka make a ship, although she could probably give some tips that Anandwho was making them?probably needed.

None of that. Absolutely none of that. Ryoka had a new theory about bringing tech from Earth to this world. And it was this:

Kevin should do it. Erin should do it. Ryoka Griffin should not do it. It wasnt about competence, it was about who had the better track record. But something?

Ryoka did havesomething

Xrn. You know Im fromEarth, right?

It felt so weird to say. But Xrn just nodded.

Klbkch has repeated his entire conversation of substance to me. Go on.

Wellthere are more.

I am also aware of that. There are seven, not including you or Erin Solstice.

Y-you are? How did you know that

Aside from the fact that this Kevin has created a new device, and that Joseph plays a new game with unmatched knowledge and the group is a group of seven?

Ah. Well, um, heres the thing. There are more of us. In Wistram.

I see.

Xrns eyes glowed a bit. Pink and gold.

This would help Wistram. Much in the way you seem to refuse to help the Antinium, would it not?

Ywell, I dont know theyre doing that

But there are more. Many more, then. Interesting. Is that all? Because that is not enough.

Notheres one thing. You see, Xrn. Were in contact with someone from Wistram. I cant tell you who or howbut listen. This is helpful. Im giving you a lot. SoWistram is spying on you. Through your scrying mirrors.

Xrn had been scraping her plate with her fork for the last bit of quiche. Ryoka saw her hand moving the fork stop. Dead still. Perfect muscle control.

She looked up.

And you are sure?

Yes. I mean, almost. Our person said the [Mages] were discussing images of your Hiveand if what you just said about the Walled Cities attacking is true

They were uncannily informed about our position. They have not been before. I put up wards to make their scrying spells unable to simply scan the Hivesunless they knew exactly where to work from. All of this substantiates your information. They are watching the Queens. Listening to their words and discussions. Which means anything they have spoken of is known.

I dont know how much they know. I justXrn? Xrn?

The Small Queen sat there. Ryoka wondered how she was feeling. What she was going to d

I have just informed the Free Queen. We will take steps. This information is what we desired, even if I had no notion of it, Ryoka Griffin. Good. What else?

The Centenium looked up. Ryoka stared at her. Xrn had processed the information, relayed it, and

Not a flicker. She just waited. Ryoka passed a hand over her face.

Dont I get a reprieve?

Xrn looked at Ryoka, moving her head to regard the young woman from every angle.

I did not think it pertinent to ask, but in your world, does the word ally mean someone who is consistently deficient in giving actual aid and support to their allies?

The young woman stared back at Xrn.

Um. Were pretty bad at it as a species, so yes?

Oh. I see. Do your best.

-

By the time Erin Solstice got down from the roof, Ryoka and Xrn had finished their talks. It had taken Erin a while. Not because Bird was particularly delayed in pulling her up; shed appeared just outside his tower. Rather, Erin had been forced to sit with her head bowed in a corner to avoid puking for about ten minutes.

Teleportationor Xrn-portationwas not pleasant. It was like being shaken by a giant rapidly, like you got after riding some of those topsy-turvy rides on the amusement park too fast in too quick succession.

Xrn! Im not giving up! Please dont teleport me. But you cant just

Erin strode over to Xrn, prepared to run into her garden and hide. She found Xrn leaning over the table, eagerly asking questions. Ryokaa more relaxed Ryokawas giving her answers.

Youre going to have to find a specialist. No, I have no idea what the dimensions are. But theres your answer. Hellit is going to be hell with your Queens. But thatyou really dont know?

I am not a Shaper Queen. But it makes sense. They had different methods of isolating materials.

I dont know if alchemy is close to chemistry, Xrn. But there you go. I doubt the periodic table would be helpful to you, anyways. But

Erin stared at Ryoka. The young woman was sketching something on the table. Something the Antinium needed that she had gotten from previous conversations with Xrn. And the Small Queen had pressured Ryoka into giving her. Not bombs. Not siege weapons. ButErin peered at the design Xrn was inspecting, and Ryoka labeling each part of.

Bop!

She hit Ryoka with the rolling pin. Quite a bit harder than she had with Xrn. It was a real tap. Ryoka grabbed at her head.

MotherfErin! That hurts like hell!

Well, what is that?

Erin pointed at the microscope and demonstration of convex lenses. Ryoka grabbed for the pin.

Its for the Queens. Dont hit me again! Give me that

It was a Ryoka-solution to a Xrnian problem. Dont give the Antinium much new from Earthaside from the means to enable the Antinium to do what theyd already been doing. Which was advanced chemistry.

We had been using alchemist tools to allow the Queens to work. But the right materials were still difficult to source, let alone render into usablesee the problem. None of the Queens ever asked me for that. But thenthe Silent Queen does have a weaker magnifying spell, yes. I enchanted a hoop right at the beginning. Nothing of this scaleglass?

Glasses are based on that. Erinput that down

You hypocrite!

Erin raised her bonking pin. Xrn raised her staff. Erinlowered her pin and backed up.

Im trying toIm doing my best to help and not mess things up, Erin. Im sorry.

Ryoka looked miserableand more anxious as she turned to Erin. The [Innkeeper] looked at Xrn. She sighed.

Ryoka, Im not mad about that.

The City Runner looked at Erin.

No?

I like the Antinium! Im not sure about chemistry and stuffooh, thats iron, isnt that? Fe. Recognize it anywhere.

Erin pointed at one of the easier elements on the table. Xrn filled in the boxErin had interrupted Ryoka. Erin turned to Ryoka.

Im just worried that Xrn is pressuring you. In which caseId do something about it. And you lecturing me. Because thats, yknow, sort of annoying. But I get it! Xrnplease dont teleport me again. I nearly threw up.

I will consider it.

The Small Queen was smiling. She was greatly pleased once she and Ryoka had settled on something they could agree was fair to share.

This is useful, Ryoka Griffin. Especially being able to see the minute details. What has plagued the Queensall of themis that they are unable to work with fine detail. Shaper Queens are far smallersome barely larger than I, with specialized appendages. All the Queens sacrificed themselves to create the first Antinium of Izril. Maintaining the purity of samples of iron and other ingredients is essential and has been beyond them without specialist Antinium to aid their focus. As welldisease.

Disease?

Xrn flicked an antennae, vexed.

I do not have the word for it. The same thing as disease, yes. Tiny, tiny things that interfere with proper growth. Eat what the Queens try to make. They are unable to keep their working spaces clean, even sealing air away. I do not have the word for it.

Microorganisms? Sterile?

That came from Erin. Xrn stared at her. Ryoka smiled. What was rare to Antinium was still common knowledge to someone who had taken high school science. At least in theory.

Do the Antinium not have anything antiseptic, Xrn?

The Small Queen hesitated.

Everything the Antinium used in Rhir was lost. And the Queens were taught to use that. So thissterility substances, these antiseptics? They would have been produced by dedicated Antinium or created. No Queens, including myself know how the First Antinium worked up to later stages.

Soyou dont use rubbing alcohol? Heat? Soap and water?

Does that work?

It was fascinating. Like talking to, well, someone from an advanced civilization who remembered airplanes, but forgot how to operate a butter churn. Well, Ryoka wasnt sure if that analogy was entirely 1-1, but she ended up just giving Xrn a rundown onbasic stuff.

Stuff you didnt think you needed to know. People used soap in this world! Erin had bought some the first day she was in Liscor! But there were things like telling Xrn that yes, soap and water helped kill a lot of microorganisms, or freezing temperatures, that was mind-blowing to Xrn.

No. Cold works on the little things that bother the Silent Queen so much? This cold?

The Centenium pointed her staff at the table. She projected a stream of frostRyoka saw the frozen air hit the table and frost it over. Erin yelped!

Hey! Watch theoh, wait, I can fix whatever happens. Never mind. Yeah, freezing does it, right, Ryoka? Heat, cold, bacteria die either way.

The City Runner coughed. She hated to be that person in this conversation, but she had to correct Erin here.

Actually, Erinfreezing just puts them into stasis. Theyre not dead unless it gets really cold. And some can survive lower temperatures than othersId hate to see a magical bacterium. Itd have to be really cold.

Aw, really? I could have sworn they said in science class

Its a common misconception.

Xrn peered at the two young women. She tapped the staff on their table for their attention.

Frost or heat is within my power. Ryoka, how cold?

Ryoka had no idea. She shrugged.

You dont need to get that cold or hot, Xrn. I think the antisepticshow cold could you get?

She was sort of curious. The Small Queens eyes lit up. Motes of blue and white floated across her eyes like snow.

I do not know. Shall we find out?

So saying, she drew a small circle around the table on the floor that began to glow blue. Erin looked at Ryoka. The City Runner waited, but the [Innkeeper] just folded her arms.

Youre not going to stop it, Erin?

Why? This sounds really fun! Hey, Mrsha! Want to see some magic?

The Gnoll child ran over and Erin made her back up. Xrn was walking around her magical circle. And as if lured by the siren call, more [Mages] appeared.

Like cockroaches. Palt scuttled out of the kitchen as Montressa and Bezale came down the stairs. Xrn regarded themand Salamani, peeking from the bannister, and Hedault, whod turned in his chair to watch.

Is that, ah, magical circle fully completed, MisserMageMagus Xrn?

Montressa fumbled for addresses. Clearly, she was wondering if she should be treating Xrn like an enemy, and clearly she didnt really want toshed heard about Salamani. Xrn looked at the circle.

It had none of the runes, intricate symbology to create a magical barrier, or anything else like the one Valeterisa had made for the cells. Ryoka saw Xrn flick an antennae.

This is my magic circle, Mage Montressa. The cold will stay within the boundaries.

But theres no

Palt muttered. Xrn looked curiously at him.

It will stay within the boundaries. Do you need more for your circles?

Sick burn. Kevin mouthed across the crowd to Ryoka. She nodded. The [Mages], disconsolate, muttered but watched as Xrn cast her cold spell.

I do not know how cold I can make this. Is this table fine to chill, Miss Erin?

Erin

Lyonette looked wary, but the [Innkeeper] laughed.

Its fine. Ive got [Partial Reconstruction]! Hit it, Xrn! Get it really cold! Kill those microbe jerks!

Whos she killing? Fraerlings? I cant see.

The crowd muttered. People were watching, having an excuse to gawk at Xrn. Most of Liscors inhabitants could treat her like Klbkchalbeit more removed. Some, however, like Ferris

Well, the [Thaumaturge] was doing something. Ryoka heard her muttering.

What spell? What spell? [Frost Wyverns Breath]? [Cenidaus Complete Chill]what is a Cenidau?

Thats a Terandrian Kingdom. Have you not heard of it, Xrn?

Palt started. He eyed Xrn. She looked at him blankly.

Why would I need to? It must be cold, then.

Extremely.

Ah, then that is better. [Cenidaus Complete Chill].

Xrn tapped the table happily. Ryoka saw her staff flash. Something appeareda tiny mote of frost on the table. Xrn regarded it, checked her staff, and stepped back.

That took a bit of magic. Very cold indeed.

Everyone stared at the spot of frost. Mrsha began to giggle in Erins arms. Thenthe frost began to spread.

Ooh.

Ryoka watched as the frost covered the table. It seemed like it was getting colderthe wood began to crack. And the air frosted oversomeone reached for the edge, and Bezale stopped them.

No one put a hand into there. Are you mad?

The Gnoll complained.

But how will we know how cold it is?

Put something else into there. Anyone got a stick? How about a hotdog? Imani? Im

Here!

Imani had been watching. She hurried into the kitchen and came back with a hotdog on a long poker with a wooden handle. She handed it to Bezale. The Minotauress put it into the magic circle just as the wood turned completely frosty. Not more than thatHedault murmured.

It must not have enough water to freeze more than that. I wonder what the spell might do in a larger, more humid environment. Mage Bezale. I dont think

Bezale yanked her hand back with a roar of pain. Everyone turned to her as the poker hit the ground.

Beza?

My hand!

It was burned! Noa cold burn! The kind you got from graspingRyoka stared. The wooden poker handle? But it had been in there

The poker lay on the ground, in pieces. The metal had snapped and broken like cheap glass where it had hit the ground. The hotdog?

Menolit, after producing a pair of workmans gloves, picked up the hotdog. Really, more of a sausage since theuniquecomposition of hotdogs was not yet invented in this world and the healthier and thus inferior sausage still ruled.

Ancestors, its cold. And itsyep.

He tapped it on the ground. It made a hard soundthen cracked in half. More like powderit wasnt just frozen cold

Everyone turned to stare at the table. It, the floorboards, all coated in a layer of frost. Xrns barrier innocently held back what was inside from

Um

Drassi tossed a mug. Ryoka saw the condensation freeze as it went up in a gentle arc. It landed on the table, a perfect toss. Or should have.

The table cracked. The slight impact shattered it to pieces. It landed on the floorboards. And the floorboards

Erin, Ryoka, and the audience stared into her basement. Xrn peered down.

Ah. I forgot to ward the floorboards. Is that cold enough, do you think, Miss Griffin?

She looked up at Ryoka. The City Runner stared back with a dry mouth. And she realizedXrn was not unaware of the stares. The Centenium was alsotelling a joke.

Xrn smiled. Lyonette looked at the hole in the floor and table which was not coming back with [Partial Reconstruction]. She began to write Xrns bill.

-

Now that they were staying at the inn, Wilovan and Ratici had assumed their presence would qualify as the safety-element missing at nights.

They had been reluctant to of course; it was wrong to get too involved with your target, even if they were actually under protection. But it hadnt turned out poorly yet and they had no choice.

As they came down for late breakfast after a very late nightthey saw Antinium busily repairing the hole in the floor.

Caution: Hole. Watch your step!

A helpful sign had been put up; Erin had lots of spares. Shed even made a little rope fence around the spot with chairs. Ratici and Wilovan peered at it and gathered what had happened.

It occurs to me, Ratici

Hey, you two. Can I get you anything?

The two paused as Drassi came over; the bartending job was sort of hard to pick up in the morning. They ordered, had some very fine-smelling risotto placed in front of them, and began to eat as they continued the conversation.

It occurs to me, Ratici, that we might have been in error in our assessment.

Wilovan my friend, Im hardly inclined to disagree.

The two nodded to each other. Theyd assumed at first that the Tallman had some big plan, to have them stay here. Then theyd concluded this was a (well paying) waste of their time.

Now? They peeked at the Small Queen of the Antinium. The two Gentlemen Callers wondered if theyd been swindled out of a lot more gold. Or was the Tallman unaware of how crazy this inn was?

Ratici! Wilovan! How are my two favorite crooks?

Erin Solstice made the two jump. Not because they didnt sense her coming up from the side, but because she was loud.

Miss Solstice. A good morning to you. Could you, er, keep your voice down, though?

Wilovan winced as heads turned. Erin looked blank.

Why? Oh. But I thought

She looked at Palt, Fierre, and the others who could pick out Wilovan and Ratici at a glance. Wilovan huffed.

I cansee where you were misapprehended, Miss Solstice, but we normally dont advertise our status as fellows who sometimes stray on the wrong side of the law.

Sometimes?

The [Innkeeper] gave him a teasing grin. Ratici chortled and Wilovan coughed.

That was the second disarming thing. This young woman, who had many sterling qualities, was so strangely likeable. And more than thatshe saw them for who they were and still liked them.

Wilovan and Ratici were polite, well-dressed, and usually mild-mannered people. So being liked wasnt unknown to them. But being liked for who you were? When people knew you were the Callers? Thatthat was odd.

Even so, it was inconvenient. A few stares prickled Ratici, but he pretended it was some joke of Erins. The [Innkeeper] was resting on the table.

Am I to understand that hole in the floor comes from this morning, Miss Solstice?

I didnt know, Wilovan! Xrn made it.

Thelady over yonder. I see. The Small Queen of the Antinium. Who you seem to be on a first name basis with.

Yep. Is that weird?

Wilovan hemmed and hawed, not willing to say yes, absolutely.

Even in our lines of work, Miss Solstice, the Antinium are not something thatve ever cropped up. One feels its like Demons in the inn, if you dont mind me saying so.

Ratici leaned over as he fished for a handkerchief. Erin looked up.

Demons? Have you ever met any?

Not myself, Miss Solstice

The two were delicate on that point. Erin looked at Ratici.

Do they have wings and horns? And uhflaming stuff?

One doesnt inquire, Miss Solstice. Wings, horns

Erin wasnt sure how to ask if they were really demons. She settled for a mildly stern look towards the two Callers.

Whyre you two so surprised Xrn is here? Liscor has Antinium. You two are the bigshot bigwig hat guys from up north, right?

The two paused for a long moment. Wilovans lips moved soundlessly. Ratici shook his head.

Miss Solstice, we dont tend to advertise were about. Meeting you, this stayits been rather unique. And if you dont mind us saying so, we tend to draw the line between ourselves not for our protection, if you understand me.

Oh. But am I going to be in danger?

Not immediately. But we do come from different worlds, Miss Erin.

She laughed at that. For reasons neither Gentlemen Caller quite knew. Erin looked at Wilovan and Ratici, and put her hands on their shoulders.

Yeah, we do! But theres no reason we cant be friends, right?

The two could only sigh at that. Yet she was attractive. In a way that didnt define itself purely physically. People had been drawn to this inn. So many odd sorts.

Hedault, Pelt, two master-class artisans. Montressa, Palt, Bezale, Salamani, [Mages] of Wistram. The Callers, Xrn, Antinium

And more. Ryoka was watching as Kevin sketched out Mrshas tricycle and she urgently wrote suggestions and he tried to incorporate themor politely ignore some.

I cant put swords on it, Mrsha. And it wont fly. How about color? Puce iswhere did you learn that word? Do you know what puce actually looks like?

Mrsha did not. But Kevin had a great idea! Which he totally didnt come up with to stop her from grabbing his quill every two seconds to make her adjustments to her bike.

I have a basic paint program on my youknowwhat. Why dont you find the perfect color on it? And Ill finish the bike and you can choose what color it is, okay?

He shooed Mrsha towards the secret roomsnow with air vents. Ratici, had, of course, already found them, but he still hadnt been able to figure out what was going on inside. He watched as Mrsha excitedly bounced into the Garden.

Do you think you could get in, Ratici? Asking purely as one professional to another.

Hm. Id have to really take a crack at it, Wilovan. On the surface? The asking price would be too high for most to even bother.

Interesting. Miss Drassi? Could I trouble you ever so much for another sandwich? Thank you.

The two sat back with a sigh. There were some things to complain about, but theyd miss this service. And the food was getting better! If only there was some fine companyWilovan had seen a wonderfully built Gnoll woman, but she was alas, spoken for. As all good women were.

-

Mrsha happily ran towards the laptop as Kevin sighed and went back to his work. Mrsha raced into the secret Earth-rooms and found

Numbtongue was hunched over with a blanket on his shoulders, playing on the laptop with the touchpad. He didnt say anything as Mrsha waved at him.

Numbtongue, hey, Numbtongue! I need to use that!

He ignored her when she crawled onto the table to sign. She reached for the keyshe swatted her away.

He was playing the game! The game with the guns! Mrsha glowered. Then she eyed Numbtongues features. Howlong had he been playing?

Thanks to Palt and the other [Mages], who resented being used as walking batteries, you could recharge the electronics practically all day. Numbtongue growled as Mrsha tried to push at him. She signed furiously.

Let me use it!

Go away. Im winning.

He was on the hardest difficulty, playingMrsha grabbed the laptop. Numbtongue shot to his feet with a roar. He was going to lose his life and the record! The two fought for it. Mrsha found herself pressed against the floor by a foot while Numbtongue played. She wriggled.

Mrsha the Computer Wizard would not be surpassed! She had to have a turn! But Numbtongue seized the laptop, avoiding her lunge, grabbed her, pushed her out the doorand then sat against it while she howled and pounded on it, demanding to be let in.

-

Numbtongue did what? Wellhe was um, playing, wasnt he? Yes. I know, Mrsha. Ill tell him. But you cant just grab it. Oh, you didnt grab it? Did you ask first?

Lyonette was having the first inter-family dispute. And it was rather familiar to the fights she remembered her mother having to break up between her siblings. Mrsha was actually in tears.

Whether she was that distraught Lyonette very much doubted. But the Gnoll was upset that Numbtongue had wrongfullynot allowed her to use the laptop because it was her time. She demanded Lyonette fix the issue! Now!

How about we talk it over with Numbtongue? And you have to talk, Mrsha. Okay?

Lyonette sighed. Mrsha stomped her feet and folded her arms. She marched with Lyonette over to the Earth-rooms. She was going to give Numbtongue a piece of her mind! She was gonna

He was gone. Mrsha looked around. Lyonette sighed.

Uh oh.

Numbtongue had correctly anticipated Mrsha would bring reinforcements. And like any Redfang, hed chosen his battleground. He was gone.

Mrsha, well talk to him when he gets back. Mrsha, no, really

But the Gnoll was on the scent. She followed Numbtongue back through the door to the [Garden of Sanctuary]and promptly lost it.

Darn! Teleporting doors meant that there was no continuous trail! Mrsha was getting angrier. He could be hiding in the jungle oror in his room, or

Erin! Erin, Numbtongue is mean! Find him!

The Gnoll furiously came over to Erin and demanded she help as Erin was chatting to Imani about stupid poo-things, like new recipes and ingredients and budgets! Erin looked down, distracted.

What? Numbtongue, mean? That cant be right. Did you ask him to make you a [Warrior] again, Mrsha? You know he takes it seriously. Listen, I need to talk to Imani

The Gnoll grabbed Erins leg as the [Innkeeper] yelped. She would not be ignored! This was serious! Erin, exasperated, looked down.

Mrsha! Okay! Okay, Ill find Numbtongue. Imani, Im sorry. One sec?

The [Cook] was highly entertained. She saw Erin close her eyes. It still wasnt second nature. But Erin could sense where anyone was in the inn. She sensed

Numbtongue. NumbtongueNumbtonguesumnot in the inn.

She opened her eyes. Mrsha looked up indignantly. What? That couldnt be right! Erin was lying to protect him! Tall-people ganged up on the kids! But Erin shook her head.

Hes out of the inn. And he took the lapthe youknowwhat? Well, look Mrsha

The Gnoll ran off. She wasnt going to let him get away with this! He was outside!

The outhouses werent occupied by Goblins and Mrsha smelled no Numbtongue trail. She raced back, sniffing. Aha! The door! Hed gone to his mining spots!

But she smelled no Goblin when she threw the door open there. Mrsha was about to snap!

Mrsha, calm down. Shes throwing a tantrum, Ryoka.

Over the laptop?

The Gnoll girl whirled. She was not! She just wanted what was hers! By right! She fumbled for the mana stones as Lyonette tried to pick her up.

Mrshadont you slash at me, Miss! Or no bicycle! Calm down this instant or Kevin will be working on something else, understand?

Mrsha looked up. Her angry facecrumpled. She curled up into a ball and began to sob silently.

Everyone is ganging up on me! Its not fair!

The pity-party was slightly offset by the fact that Mrsha had to sign to be understood by Ryoka and Lyonette. Either wayRyoka was highly amused. Not unsympathetic. But she just hadnt ever seen Mrsha looking soso childish! It was almost good to see.

It was the wrong thing to say to Lyonette, though. The [Princess] just gave Ryoka an exasperated look.

If you were around more, youd see more Mrsha tantrums than you wanted, Ryoka. Mrsha. Mrsha, stop flailing right now

Ryoka eyed the sword Lyonette sometimes carried around. She wanted to tap the [Princess] on the shoulder and ask if she could stab herself with it. It might make her feel better.

Ow.

Shedeserved that. But that was the second time Lyonette had done it. Ryoka rubbed at the phantom-pain in her chest.

Lyonette

One second, Ryoka. Mrsha du Marquin. Stop this at once.

Ah. Excuse me.

Hedault removed his spectacles. He wiped them, fastidiously cleaning them with a cloth. They were enchanted not to get dirty, but it was a habit. He put them back on.

Nope. It still looked like a parade. Hedault stared as the first carriage rolled past. The [Actors] were clinging to it, walking along. And there came performers, tumblers, putting on a performance

Theyve hired half of Invrisils performers! Theyre saying someones going to be in the Solstice Booth tonight!

The Solstice?

Hedaults head turned slightly. It couldnt be. Then he focused on a familiar voice. He saw an arguing Dwarf striding along, pointing up ahead.

Thats right! A performance! Line walking, lightsher best routine! Well pay for it! And can we get a reservation at the Djinnis Spoon? Or the best restaurant you can think forlets see, can we rent it? Well trade premium tickets for the plays of your choice! Weve got guests! Eltistiman, whats the news?

Barelle the [Bard] has agreed to perform for the restaurant. Is the [Tumbler] going to do her performance?

Just up ahead! Damn, well never be able to go shopping! Kilkran! Andel! Stop encouraging them! Get all the [Bodyguards] out!

A line of people were preventing the crowd from stopping the [Players] as they ground traffic to a standstill. Jasi, Wesle, Kilkran, they were bad enough in small groups. But this was all of them.

Andel was standing on top of one of the carriages, signing autographs and hurling them into the crowd with Kilkran. People were fighting over them.

And at the center of it, shell-shocked or hugely entertainedor wavingwere the guests.

Ryoka Griffin, sitting next to Fierre, who was open-mouthed with delight. Palt, trotting along and waving. Montressa and Bezale, staring about in delight. Kevin, Joseph, Leon, Troy, Galina, Imani, and Rose, some furtively recording the scene with their smartphones.

Mrsha bouncing on Lyonettes lap as she stared at the colorful Humans all dressed up, cartwheeling and flipping past the slow moving carriage, providing entertainment enroute. Numbtongue in his costume, looking around just as excitedly. Lyonette sat like a[Princess], dignified, but with a flush of excitement in her cheeks.

Selys looked astounded. Salamani was enjoying himself. And there were a few hangers-on whod begged an invitation and got it. Krshia, whod run up from Liscor dragging Elirr, Hexel, and Octavia, a Human that Hedault didnt recognize from the inn, Drassi, Menolit

Some odd representatives there. Theyd begged favors, snuck into the event, all on the name of one person at the center of it. Jasi was waving and trying to speak as, on the other side, Wesle blew a kiss and winked. Hedault stared at Erin Solstice.

Then at the scene. The street was a rush of noise and lights and attention as the procession made its way forwards. Emme was speaking with dozens of people at once. Restaurant? They were fighting for the honorand the publicity! Shows? The group would have to split up, if only because no one could move with all the Players in force, but theyd be entertained until Elisial began! And their guest of honor and her friendspeople were already pointing.

The Solstice Booth. It wasnt a hard connection to make. Hedault had made it in less than a second when hed heard of it. But at lastyou had to ask who that was that the Players were fawning over.

The inevitable was happening. Erin Solstice was the center of tens of thousands of eyes. Visiting nobles who had their reservations at the Djinnis Spoon cancelled, Lady Iekas coach, which had to stop for the VIPs

Behold. Look, and see the person we owe it all to. Our great friend. Chellise, one of the [Actors], jogged up to Mrsha.

Here! Go ahead and shoot them off!

Mrsha took the wand and waved it. The Gnoll saw a glowing will-o-wisp fly upwards. It spun in a crazy pattern into the sky and exploded. Her eyes went round with delight. Numbtongue grabbed one, and more lights illuminated the street.

Hold that pose, Miss! For the Players friends!

A [Speed Painter] was desperately capturing Galina on canvas. More entertainers hurried forwards, all too willing to accept the gold the Players were practically throwing away. If you had the gold and clout Invrisil would light up for you.

The only people not here who could have been were those like Olesm and Maviola, Ishkrwho was on inn-duty, having volunteered for it, Bird, who just wanted leftovers

There they are! Dead gods! Erin! Erin! Let us come, please? We ran as fast as we could when Selys sent us

People shouted and pointed, thinking more entertainers were on the way. The [Bodyguards] keeping the crowds back turned to this new threatand backed up apprehensively. To their relief, the Players recognized the new group and waved them on.

Maughin, Jelaqua, Moore, Seborn, Ulinde, all squeezed into the procession. Anyone who knew Erin Solstice was being let through.

Whoops! Excuse me, Miss. Are you with the inns guests?

The [Guard] let a creeping Gnoll come through behind the Halfseekers. Liska hesitated and checked her apron. It had the inn written on it. How handy!

Yes. Yes, absolutely.

Right this way, Miss.

Ishkr would kill her later. The Gnoll happily swung herself up into one of the open wagons an [Actor] had commandeered. She saw vendors handing out food to anyone who wanted it and waved.

And all of it, all of it was for Erin Solstice. Hedault gave up trying to get the [Merchant]s attention. He wrote a note, attached it to the mans shoulder with some magic, and looked around for an escape route. He had to get those artifacts appraised and evaluate their cost. No time for him to join the chaos.

Besides whichhe looked back. There she was. So many eyes on her as Jasi pointed to say this is my friend! And Wesle stood up to shout for them to hurry up and clear the roads up ahead.

Hedault was no expert on interpersonal communications. He was, by his admission, not a people person. But stillhe was fairly certain as he stared at Erin Solstices face.

Hellish.

The [Enchanter] looked at the [Innkeeper]. Then he shook his head and walked away. And the procession, the attention?

Well, for the [Innkeeper] it only got worse from there.

-

Picture the scene. Nothis was the scene. One of many.

After the procession, which had involved a woman cartwheeling across a rope across two buildings above the [Actors], and an [Illumination Mage]s magical lightshowand Mrsha shooting her illusionary lights nonstop, theyd reached the restaurant.

The Players had to eat for the nights performance to digest in time. But it was going to be nonstop courses, so that was food and entertainment until then! And if they couldnt roam the city because of the crowds outside the Djinnis Spoon, well then, theyd damn well bring the city to them!

Okay, can you do one of all seven of us? Imani, Imani come over here!

One of the higher-level [Artists] was doing a portrait of Kevin and the other Earthers as they posed together. They had to grab Joseph, who kept up his conversation with one of the staff, who was hanging on his every word.

Its easy. Anyone can make a footballIll show you. I have one in my bag of holding, I think

They passed by a Gnoll, who was staring at a floating treat with Jelaqua, Ulinde, and Salamani.

You see, its made of a sugar and lighter-than-air materials. Go ahead and have some. And our next course

A floating candy passed by another group listening to the manager. Fierre snagged it and broke it in half. She passed one to Ryoka as the man talked.

The history of the Djinnis Spoon actually contains two Djinni. I have their names and dates of purchase right here. As well as their naturestheyre not all the same. Lets begin with the first one

Ryoka saw Fierre chewing as she tried to take notes. Maughin was listening as well with his head; his body was keeping Jelaqua company. She glanced over and Montressa was trying to shout-communicate with Eltistiman.

Its what Im saying! Theres potential in Liscor todo you mind me casting a localized [Hush] spell? Look, I know youre with the Players, but the opportunities hereyoure not from Wistram, thats fine. It doesnt matter. We want to operate our own network and youre

Their voices faded out as a bubble of calm emerged around them. That was inconvenient for the Hobgoblin, who was trying to shove food under his helmet. He moved over from his table to the [Actor]s.

Going to write a new play. But Im always running into roadblocks. This Phantom storyI had one just like it!

Andel was complaining loudly. Numbtongue nodded as Lyonette, Kilkran, and Menolit all joined the writer-actor conversation.

Theres always someone whos done the same thing before you. You just have to make it your own.

The [Veteran] opined sagely. Andel nodded and sighed.

But the Phantom is so polished. I was thinking for my next piece something at seaor based in Chandrar? How do you know Erin Solstice, by the way? Im sorry, we havent met

Er

The group ducked as a flashing object nearly hit all of them and bounced off the table. Numbtongue caught it, threw it back.

Sorry!

Palt called out. He handed the ball back, shamefaced, to the [Juggler]. The half-Elf grinned and showed Palt what hed done wrong.

Youre fairly good at this. The trick to the triple loop is

Palt! Stop interrupting the show!

Bezale roared. She and Seborn and Wailant and Viceria were drinking. Just drinking. Bring more, and bring it faster with something good to eat!

And that was just one moment. Mrsha leapt off the table and raced over to stare open-mouthed at the illusionary war that two entertainers were conjuring with artifacts and spells. They were taking requests from Pralcem and some of the [Actors]

Throw a Cyclops in there! Make them fight the [Knights]! Go for it!

A miniature monster roared across the battlefield and charged towards a group of armored figures. Mrsha stared, goggle-eyed, and then one of the entertainers asked what she wanted! She began to write furiously.

What spectacle. What delight! Erin Solstice saw little of it. It was a blur to her; she had the impression of Wesle and Jasi tugging her about. It was when she saw the restroomhandy plumbing and actual bathrooms, a luxurythat she rushed in.

There she threw up. Wellnearly. Her stomach heaved, but not everything went out. Even soErin spat.

Ugh

She clutched at her stomach. It was roiling. Shed never felt like that. Even Xrns teleportation hadnt done that. But thisshe was breathing too fast. Her heart was pounding out of her chest

Erin? You okay in there? Youre going to miss the first course! I told you we shouldnt have given her all those candies, Grev. That and the carriage ride

Jasi knocked on the door. Erin started.

What?

Youve been in there ten minutes! You okay? We have potions if youre feeling sick!

Shed been in here a minute! Seconds! Erin started.

C-coming!

She wandered back out and was lost again. It wasfar too much.

Everyone else was enjoying themselves to some degree. Even those who werent largely socialRyoka includedcould find something here. She had been sticking with Fierre anyways. The two had fun together, which was the point.

Oh wow. Blood pudding. Ryoka, I have to

But Fierre did lose Ryoka at some points. The Djinnis Spoon had tossed out every dish it had, and Fierre attacked the almost-untouched dish. Ryoka abstained.

This is insane.

She thought shed been to events back on Earthand she had now and then. But the Players were properly rich and well-connected. Ryoka looked around for Erin. She saw Mrsha and Selys hurrying over, pursued by Lyonette.

Its fine, Lyonette. It washes out! Lets dye a pattern, Mrsha! You too, Lyonette!

Ryoka saw them hurrying over to a [Magical Tattooist], who was doing temporary work on more than just skin. The Players had brought in so many entertainers! She saw the guests availing them nonstop of the services. No one was demanding a price; theyd get it from Emme.

And this is me? How wonderful. Is this how I look? I see. I see. Thank you.

Ryoka Griffinstopped. She turned her head slowly.

No.

Someone was inspecting a miniature sculpture of herself, made out of wood. The [Carver] had even given it color. It was striking. Oliveskin, not olives, although Maughin was filling his plate with them for some reasontone, delicate features.

Vibrant, just, beautiful hair. Blue hair. Well, not blueazure was a better color. And that voice.

Ryoka Griffin turned and saw a Human woman tucking the sculpture away. She turned. And her eyes were only one colora pale pink. She stared at Ryoka as she lifted the glass to her lips.

Oh. Hello.

X

The Human woman smiled at her. Ryoka stared. She was here? Xrn tilted her head, just like she would have as an Antinium.

It is the hair, isnt it? No one else noticed, however.

How? You can shapeshift? Is it an illusion or

The Small Queen smiled. It was an unfamiliar expression on her face, as if she didnt know how to make all the muscles work.

Is it so surprising? I am a magic-user. Of course I can hide.

I didnt knowIve never heard of you doing it.

Of course not. If you did, everyone would always be so careful. This is good food. Would you like a shrimp? I did not think Humans ate bugs. But I am much entertained. I will take some food back for the Antinium.

Ryoka looked around. But Xrns comments were lost in the chaos. Kevin, Leon, and Troy were staring at a contortionista Naga. Which was either cheating or brilliant.

This is insane. Do you do this often? The Walled Cities?

No it is not insane. Sometimes, and not in the Walled Cities. It is too dangerous if I were found out. But Invrisil is fine. At least, with a magic door so close by.

Xrn took a swallow of food and bit the shrimps head off. Ryoka watched her crunch happily.

How? Is this your magic?

Yes. Why are you so surprised at what I can do, Ryoka? I told you. I am a [Thaumaturge].

I dont see how you can do so much. None of the other Wistram [Mages] can do what you can. Its like

Teriarchs magic. Ryoka bit her lip on that. Xrns eyes twinkled. They changed color to bright gold. She answered as she found a tray of some kind of delicate sugar glass spiderswhich were walking about. Only Jelaqua and a few others like Numbtongue had tried them. Xrn began shoving them into a bag of holding without a moments hesitation. She answered Ryoka as one of the [Waiters] stared at her, then hurried into the kitchen.

I do not cast magic the same way as [Mages]. Because my method and understanding is like red and blue.

Not night and day or some other analogy? Ryoka hesitated.

Some similarities?

Xrn twinkled at her.

Yes. Magic is not like how they understand it for me. Because I am different.

In what way?

The Antinium sighed. She pointed upwards.

What do you think I see, Ryoka Griffin? I see how magic flows. I see how to use it. I see what other [Mages] have yet to learn. Ooh. What is that?

She stared at one of the salt-geese and hurried over. Ryoka pursued.

But that doesnt explainyou can cast any spell you want to, or so it seems. How do you just make spells?

Xrn considered that as she nibbled on some salt. She gestured with her hands.

I think it is the misconception of magic of other spellcasters in how they use it. For them, spells are boxes you fill with the right things. You can adjust the box. But boxes they remain. I treat magic how I please. If I need a boxI make a box. This should not surprise you, though. You use wind magic like I do.

She looked at Ryoka. The Wind Runner blinked.

I do?

Of course you do. Or ratherthe wind moves because of you. Interesting, interesting. I did not notice that. Youre not doing it. Magic shapes itself because you are there. Interesting. I have seen that before.

Xrn peered at Ryoka. Then lost interest.

Alas. If only you were Antinium. If only Antinium could cast magic. I would have made an army of spellcasters. Regular Antinium have nostorage for mana. We are not made like you or animals. We possess nothing to shape the world. Even the First Queen did not know what she made; I was an experiment, the Centenium made to harness magic. Few others were ever made like me. Now, I am alone.

She stood there. And her Human features betrayed what Ryoka hadnt spotted on her Antinium ones. Melancholy. Xrn smiled after a moment.

Perhaps that too can change. But even an Individual cannot form a mana centerunless it can? Do something.

She poked Ryoka in the chest. Ryoka stared at Xrn. Same Antinium, different body. She hadan answer. Ryoka took a breath.

Have you ever fed an Antinium a diet of mana potions regularly? In increasing amounts? Im told that other people do that.

Xrn stopped crunching sugar glass spiders. Her eyes focused on Ryoka.

How fascinating.

Ryoka wondered what shed just done. Or if that was nothing. But someone clapping her hands loudly from the stage at the front of the room made everyone look up.

Attention! Everyone shut up for a moment! That means you, Kilkran!

The hubbub died down. Emme pointed to the figure on stage.

I present: Barelle the [Bard]! Who has graciously agreed to give us a performance! He will be putting on Ten Comedies of Terandria, his own work!

Ladies and Gentlemen. And [Actors] too.

Barelle the [Bard] spoke and Ryoka felt a tingle run down her spine. Now there was a voice.

It was true that the Players had upstaged Invrisils entertainment scene with their newfangled plays. But Invrisil had always been the place where high-level entertainers came. Like other major cities of Izril, it was a tourism hub.

The City of Adventurers was more renowned for its high adventurer population and thus shops and services than, say, First Landing or Zeres, trading ports or ancient capitals of Drake and Human might. But it still attracted the rich and powerful from far and wide.

Both as guests of the city and performers. Barelle the [Bard] was one such. He got a laugh from the Players for his copy of how they addressed their audience. And he had a lyre.

He strummed it now and Numbtongue looked up. But like everything of this worldmagic added a second element.

Barelles lyre was a modification of the standard, seven-stringed lyre. And while Numbtongue might have vouched that his guitar was an advancement of one of the older instrumentsthey both had the same origin in how they were made.

Yet Barelles lyre had fourteen strings. Seven were the regular ones, delicately strung, possibly Pegasus hair or some perfect material along the work of art that was his lyre. But seven more lay behind the ordinary seven.

Each one was a different color. Each one glowed. And when Barelle plucked the one shining like ivory, the sound it made

Silence. Mrsha, trying to punch more room into her tummy, looked up. Numbtongue stared. The [Actors], guests, all listened.

That soundwas not normal. It had no chord Ryoka could place. It was eerie, higher-pitched. But Barelle playedone ivory note, five mortal chords.

And he had his audience spellbound.

It is my honor to perform for fellow tellers of stories today. I am looking forwards to your performance of Elisial tonightand I will do my best to entertain you now.

The [Bard] announced with a smile. He plucked another string, this one bright green, and the air came to life. It was the sound of spring. Ryoka had to know what the lyre was. Would the fae? Surely they would love it. This was a storyteller to tell stories worthy of them.

Eat, speak, dine, and of course, enjoy. I only ask that you give me time to perform without having to compete.

Everyone nodded at that. Barelle went on.

I am a [Fartraveller Bard], a [Bard of Stories]. I have been both. I have seen terrible tragedies, walked through war, and spoken with those who fought against legends, both monsters and men like the King of Destruction. I have performed for [Kings] and [Beggars] and been humbled by both former and latter. Tonight though, I think we have no time for such stories. Nor shall I compete with Elisial!

Too right, because youd lose!

Andel spoke up. There was a laugh; Ryoka felt like kicking the [Writer]. But Barelle chuckled along.

We all tell stories. So today, while you sup, I shall relate ten comedies of Terandria. Fools and fantasy all!

He plucked at a third magical chord. This one was bright, like a yellow canarys feather. And when it hummedit sounded like the very essence of laughter. More followed, provoked by the sound itself.

Now this was entertainment! Two thirds of the room immediately drifted over. Including Xrn. She looked back at Ryoka and nodded to Barelle as if to saysee? This is what I meant.

This is magic too.

Ryoka got it. Barelle looked across the room. He smiled

And made his first mistake. Not that he could have known.

But first, an ode. I was asked to make a brief sonnet, some poor verse to honor the guest of the hour! A young woman whoas I understand itfits with every story and legend I know! I should be honored to speak to the woman herself

Every head began to turn. And the [Innkeeper], who had been relaxing next to Grev and Jasi and Wesle, suddenly stiffened again. Barelle was looking at her. He played a fourth note. This one pulsed like midnight, and the air darkened. Like that of a stage in itself.

A young woman who led an army to battle. Who rescued adventurers from a dungeon. Whoand I have seen this myself! Fought Wyverns in the City of Inventions. The very same young woman who helped create the Players of Celum! There are those who change this world for good or ill. Flos Reimarch. Mihaela Godfrey. Xrn, the Small Queen.

His eyes flickered. Ryoka started. But Barelle continued without missing a beat.

This young woman has done so much already. Alreadythree cities and more are connected, across hundreds of miles thanks to her! Already, a team of adventurers reached Gold-rank for her help! I am speaking of course, of Erin Solstice. And to her, I shall play

Erin Solstice heard a roaring sound in her ears. She saw Barelle, in a shroud ofmist? Speaking. And people were looking at her. ApplaudingErin didnt hear it.

The [Bard] began to play. Erin took a breath. Then another. Jasi was beaming. Grev looked smug. WesleWesle picked up on it. Everyone was watching Barelle and he was concentrating as he played, using the magical notes sparingly. But his eyes were on his audience too.

Erin?

But she didnt hear Wesle speaking. Barelle had begun singingbut he stopped. Erin saw him lower his hands. And then everyone was looking at her again. The [Innkeeper] tried to rise. Jasi was touching her arm. Erin looked around. She took another breath

And then she fainted.

-

It was her fault. A few minutes later, when Erin woke up in the staff room, that was the first thing she said. Of courseit was jumbled, what with everyone asking how she was, concerned

Ryoka got it. So did Jasi, Wesle, a few others when they saw the problem. But it was all Erins fault, obviously.

She should have said it. She had put off the Players for so long, and the trouble was theyd believed her. When she should have said the truth.

Which was that thisthis wasnt what Erin wanted.

Kilkran couldnt even understand it. He thought Erin was sick. Something gone down wrong? Others sort of got it, like Jelaqua opining that Erin had had too much excitement while she comforted a worried Mrsha with Moore.

But it was the half-Giant. Ryoka, Sebornprobably Viceria to some degree. Numbtongue at times. Hedault for sure.

It was that Erin did not enjoy huge crowds. Or all the attention being on her. She was, in a new parlance that Rose kept telling to non-Earthers, an introvert. Which was an odd thing to call Erin.

Erin, the [Innkeeper]? The same young woman who ran a huge inn? Whowas really bad at managing staff? Who liked to sit with her friends rather than talk to everyone at once? Who, up till coming from Earth had played chess

That made more sense. Still odd. Still strange, to people who lived for attention. Because they thrived on it. Erin on the other handcould wave a flag in the middle of a street, stand down a riot. If she had to. If it mattered.

This grand party was not for her, anyways. She wasnt someone who came from a big city, or who went to parties all the time. Erin Solstice woke up. She saw the others keeping her well-wishers back.

Erin? Are you okay? Im sorry if we overburdened you

Jasi was looking at Erin. The young woman babbled.

ImnotI have to

The [Actress] drew back. Erin tried to breathe. Again, the world grayed out around her. She felt dizzy, sick. She had to go! This was too much, too

Calm. The calming winds from Pheislants shores/Makes me return evermore.

Someone sang for a moment and Erin heard it, over the pounding of her ears. The others drew back. ThenBarelle the [Bard] was sitting there. He had played on his lyre. A blue chord, deep as the sea. But gentle.

Miss Solstice, I apologize for my performance. It was a poor one and I took it too lightly. Another sign I have yet to master my craft.

The [Bard] sat there. Erin looked at him. She inhaledand realized everyone else was gone. Hed ushered them out of the room.

Oh. ImIm sorry.

Dont be. I also have to apologizeI exiled your friends. They meant well, but I think less people would be helpful, dont you?

The [Bard] looked at Erin. She nodded meekly.

Im sorry. I ruined your performance. I didnt mean to. It was justtoo much. Ive never done that before. Ever.

Fainted?

She nodded, blushing. Shed neverand shed fought Skinner! Shed been in far worse situations. She was reminded of the Christmas partywhy did it always happen like that?

You strike me as someone who does poorly at events not of your choosing. Fight your battle where you want. Mihaela Godfrey, who was in the news today, was like that. She could walk into a room and demand attention, but throw her a surprise party and shed run off rather than deal with it. I should knowI was booked for one and she left after two minutes.

The [Bard] winked. Erin felt a bit better. She knew he was trying to encourage her. And it was working. She took another breath. Then she tried to swing her legs off the couch.

I should get up. Reassure everyone

Sit.

The [Bard] was commanding without his lyre. Erin sat. She inhaled. And after a while, she felt better.

Theyre wrong. Whatever they told you. Im not likesomeone from stories.

Oh, really?

The [Bard] was adjusting his lyre. In the main part of the restaurant, it sounded like the staff were doing their best to regain the night. Erin heard the fwoosh of someone grilling something hard. Barelle nodded to Erin.

What you perceive about yourself is not what others see. But tell me, Miss Solstice. What makes you unworthy of the praise?

Erin didnt even have to think. She shook her head.

Its just not true. Those things happenedbut it wasnt me. Ive never been a heroic, super-brave person who can solve things. I have never beaten those monsters or saved anyone alone. All I have done on my own is kill people. But I have amazing friends. Heroes have stayed in my inn. And I fed them waffles.

He laughed. Erin tried to smile.

Im sorry. I should have just said no and let everyone else have the party. Im bad at them. I can throw a partyin my inn. But out here?

She shuddered. All those people staring at her.

I dont want to be treated like that. I get nervous. Horribly sweaty. Id rather be

In her room, playing a game of chess with her opponent. Curled up reading Mrsha a story. That was fun for Erin.

The [Bard] nodded understandingly.

And that is perfectly fine. I confessMiss Emme talked you up so much I thought you would love my performance. I should have looked at you first. Again, I apologize. It is my job. Ill leave you; I just wanted to check up on you. Shall I tell your friends youre well?

Yes. Please. Thank you, and again, Im sorry.

The [Bard] smiled.

Miss Solstice, well certainly speak again. If only because your unusual friend seems to want to inspect my lyre. How ever did you find a fellow student of the craft among Goblins?

She stared at him. Barelle winked.

[Know Thy Audience]. Id better earn some gold.

He left. Erin wanted to talk to him. Shehad nearly asked him to stay. But wouldnt that put upon the [Bard]that Wesle and the others had hired to perform for her?

She hung her head. She was bad at this. At being the target of gratitude. And it was a skill. Erin felt embarrassed. Ashamed. And still.

She looked around the fancy restaurant. This wasnt where she wanted to be. She should have told them that. They loved it, the Players. This was big dreams and Hollywood. Erin

Stood up. Just for a moment. She took a breath.

-

Ryoka Griffin stopped before she entered the back rooms to check on Erin. She needed Barelle to perform at the Solstice party! Unrelated to Erinwell, shed be therewhatever! He seemed used to the request.

The [Emperor]? Certainly, Miss Griffin. Well talk, shall we? But I do need to get up on stage before Miss Emme hamstrings me

Ryoka pushed into the back room. Yes! Also, Barelle was definitely onto Xrn. Hed kept away from her the entire time. He seemed more curious of Numbtongue and vice versa. She hoped it wouldnt come to anything.

But this was a party and XrnRyoka pushed into the back room. She looked around. Then she swore.

Erin?

Predictably, the [Innkeeper] was already gone. The back door was ajar. And Ryoka Griffin suddenly had a problem.

-

Erin Solstice was just going for a little walk, really. She knew it was badbut she had to leave. She could predict her friends flooding in to check on her. She justneeded to step outside.

There were [Guards] outside the inn. No, [Bodyguards]. Including

Redit?

The [Bouncer] turned.

Miss Solstice? Everything okay?

The line of guards was blocking anyone from intruding on the party not on the list. Erin hesitated, then smiled.

Yeah! Just going for a quick walk. That okay?

Redit exchanged glances with the other [Bodyguards].

Youre the guest, Miss Solstice. Need an escort?

Naw. They dont know me, right?

Erin peeked at the crowd staring at the restaurant. Redit grimaced.

Theyve got the [Actors] memorized. Some might pick you up, butChanne, Channe, get over here.

A female [Bodyguard] jogged over. She was the most built half-Elf Erin had ever seen. She also carried brass knuckles.

Problem, Redit?

Can you give Miss Solstice a [Veil of Inconspicuousness]? She wants to go for a walk.

The half-Elf gave Redit a thumbs-up. Erin expected some magic, but the half-Elf drew a box around Erin with her finger.

Good for two minutes. If youre going, Miss Solsticejust wave and well grab you, dont try to push through. Good way to get an elbow in the face if we dont recognize you in time.

They were playing a prank on her! Erin was amused, but she stepped into the crowd. They focused on herthey looked past her, bored.

Does anyone see anything? Wheres the guests? Let us in!

They went back to chanting. The [Bodyguards] held the line. Erin slipped away, tickled pink. Well, what a cool Skill! You learned something new every day.

And she wondered if her inn Skill could tackle that? Her aura. How strong was Channe versus Erin? If she tried to, say, help a little Gnoll steal cookies and Erin was guarding the jar? Erin bet that inconspicuous didnt help if you were on high-alert for anyone.

But it was perfect for this! Erin sighed in relief. Two minutes. Shed go for a ten-minute walk, and then, properly braced, shed be the perfect guest. She really did have to say sorry. It was justnot her, yknow?

Yknow?

Erin looked around. Someone stared at her. She gave the person a smile and they walked past her, shaking her head. She liked that. Wellnot that, but Erin liked not being the center of everything unless she had to.

If the Players had rented the restaurant and theyd had a more low-key thing, it probably would have been fine. If Erin could have been a guest in the theatre in the crowd, not in the super-popular boothshe probably would have accepted.

Im stupid.

The [Innkeeper] kicked down the street. She just didnt want to impose. But shed imposed by not imposing. Figure that one out. Andit really was an imposition.

You mean to say, sir, that our entire booking for the night is cancelled?

A man was standing in the street, staring towards the DjinnisSpoon. He looked rich. AlthoughErin eyed him as she passed byhe was wearing armor. Armored cloth? It looked like someone had decided to create a suit of cloth that could function as armor.

Impractical, but magical. His servant or whomever it was, was cringing.

It appears our booking was overturned by thethe Players of Celum.

The ones whose play were supposed to attend tonight at such cost? Wonderful.

The man sighed. The people around him did not look amused. One put a hand on his side.

The honor of

Leave it, man. Leave it. No duels in Invrisil! Not now. What are we going to do for food? Send to the other restaurants. Why was the entire place booked, pray?

As the man stammered, Erin resisted the urge to go over and poke the guy in the side and apologize. She did notbecause that would be a bad idea. But see? Did you see what they had done? This poor group ofrich peoplewith enchanted swords and fine dresses would have to go to a four-star restaurant instead of

Erin decided her pity was better reserved for herself. She walked past the group. Further into Invrisil. And promptly got lost.

-

Oh no. Oh no. Hey, does anyone know where the Djinnis Spoon is? That way? Thanks!

Twenty minutes later, Erin was jogging back the way shed come. She was asking for directions, which she should have done fifteen minutes ago! But shed gotten lost, thought she knew the way back, went completely the wrong direction by taking too many lefts

She hadnt wanted to ask. Again, she could run up to people, scream in their faces about Shield Spiders attacking, and lead the counterattack. But Erin would prefer not to.

She hurried down the street. This wasnt a good part of Invrisil. How did Erin know? Less glass. Lesspeople. Less nice looks. She could have sworn

Erin looked around nervously. Was that a scream? How bad was Invrisils crime? She felt nervous and reached for her side. The streets were emptying out.

Lost your way, Miss? Need an escort?

A man smiled at her. It was the kind of smilethat suggested a lot of things. Like I could help, and perhaps if you dont let me help, I could turn mean.

Im fine, thanks!

Erin smiled at him. He walked over.

No need to be worried, Miss. I could help

Erin pulled out a knife and a jar of acid. The man focused on Pelts specialty kitchen knife. And the glowing jar. He sized up Erin.

The Level 44 [Innkeeper] looked at thespot where the man had been. He was hurrying off. His [Dangersense] told him that little jar was more than he wanted to deal with.

Erin was not in danger. Some of the people eying her up decided they had better things to do. The [Innkeeper] put the jar back. She had healing potions, some alchemy stuff, and acid.

Im trying to go back to my restaurant! Anyone wants to stop me, they can drink acid!

She hollered. A few figures loitering around an alleyway disappeared. Those might have just been pedestrians or residents who had no nefarious designs on Erin to begin with, but shed just upgraded her threat ranking from stupid tourist to well-armed lost person, to potential mugger in her own right.

Oh, how the tables turned. Erin stomped down the street.

Rather be mugged than have this huge party thrown for me. Grumble grumble grumble grumble

She stopped saying grumble as she heard a shout. No, a scream. Erin whirled. Knife! Jar of acid! Instant d

Oh. It wasnt her. Someone else was in trouble.

[Thief]!

What a common phrase! And yetErin had never actually seen the scene playing out in front of her. An older woman was pointing at a fellow running for it with her actual purse. It was such a clich that Erin wished she had a camera to take a picture.

Whoa.

The woman was crying out for the man to stop. No one else was stopping the man. Erin raised her jar of acid.

Then she stared at it. Jar of acid.

She raised her knife. Then she eyed it.

Pelts knife. Darn! She looked around. No frying pan. Nothat potion was explosivedid she not have a non-lethal throwing object? She looked for stones, rockswhy were there no rocks?

The [Thief] was already past her and turning. Erin ground her teeth. Maybe if she aimed for a leg? But Pelts knife would probably sever bone. Maybeit was too late. Darn.

She couldnt catch the [Thief] if she ran, anyways. He was fast and Erin was shorter than Ryokaand also not Ryoka.

She heard the woman cry out one last time. Thena curse.

Blow my hat clean offTeor, the bag!

Someone bellowed right next to Erin. She whirledand a man with a hat, slight, inconspicuous, shouted. He was pointing after the [Thief]! She nearly stabbed himuntil she saw another fellow burst out of nowhere. He charged after the thief like a blur. And he was wearing a tricorne. A triangularhat

Erin heard a shout, a scuffle, and ran. She was aware of the man behind her moving back, but she was armed and ready for

The young fellow emerged with the womans bag. Erin paused and saw the [Thief] had been neatly wrapped up.

In that someone had just thrown him into the wall and he was currently lying on the ground, making a wheezing, moaning sound. Erin eyed him. She eyed the young man. He halted, instantly lifted his hat.

Miss. Excuse me.

He trotted down the street. Erin saw the distressed woman, whod been desperately running after her purse, stop uncertainly. But the young manTeor?tipped his hat.

Your purse, maam. Terribly sorry to see such a thing happen.

Oh. T-thank you?

She backed away. The young man tipped his hat again. Erin stared as he walked back. A bit shame-faced, actually. A second fellow appeared out of an alleyway.

Teor. The next time you should see a lady in distress like that, dont wait for the order.

Im sorry, Crimshaw. I was about to, but I was under the impressionthe apprehension that our job

Its whats right and proper, Teor. Weigh it, but if its that

Yes, Mister Crimshaw. Of course, sir. Im terribly sorry. It wont happen

Erin stared as the two menboth with hatssuddenly glanced up. They tipped their hats towards her and gave her an innocent smile. Which fooled her not. She looked around.

Nothing behind her. Nothing to her left, to her rightErin did a slow rotation. And at last, her eyes focused on the fellow stepping around her.

Aha!

He sighed. The inconspicuous man finally became noticeable to Erin as she concentrated. He was hard to spot!

Good evening, Missterribly sorry to get in your way. Let me just

He tried to walk down the street. Erin pointed at his back.

Oh no you dont! Youre one of them! Thethe hatmen!

Teor and Crimshaw looked up. Erin tried to remember.

The Brothers ofofSerendipitous Meetings! I knew it! Wheres Wilovan and Ratici? They sent you, didnt they?

The man with the hat tried to escape.

I think you have the wrong fellow. Im sorry, but I truly have to go, Miss. Hate to be rude, but

Erin narrowed her eyes. Crimshaw, Teor, and the third hatman tried to stroll off. They were quick, professional.

But this was her in her element. Erin began to walk after them.

-

The Honorable Hatmen of Invrisiland other parts of Izril come to thathad an unexpected guest. They did not like unexpected guests.

And true, the [Gatekeeper] could keep an army off them if he had to. But Teor still hurried in, hat in his hands, to address Wilovan and Ratici.

I cant make up for it, sirs. I take full responsibilitybut theres a bit of a problem

Ratici and Wilovan looked up from where they were relaxing, their usual suits off, enjoying the impropriety of being. They listened. They looked at each other.

Five minutes later, Erin Solstice walked into the Brothers safe house. She should not have been able to enter. Wilovan and Ratici had, in fact, been telling Teor to turn her away.

How did you

Ratici stood up. Erin looked around.

Whoa. So this is your place? Wow. Its like a secret hidwait a minute. Yeah, that was stupid, even for me.

She slapped her face. The Gentlemen Callers stared. How?

Erin walked over.

Hey Wilovan, Ratici. You put those Brothers on me, right? We have to talk about that. I meanthey did the right thingbut its getting weird. That guy was on my butt the entire time and I never noticed! Its a tiny bit creepy.

She pointed at the inconspicuous [Stalker], who was in fact a [Shadow] since [Stalker] was too predatory for their group. The man looked hurt.

I made no affectations towards your rear end, Miss Solstice. Were here to protect. I swear on my hat.

Miss Solstice. How did you get in?

The Brothers were staring at Erin. A woman in their safe house? It wasnot unheard of. But a gentleman did not bring a lady here if he happened to find company. It was disrespectful to everyone. The only people who entered of a feminine persuasion were other people who might need a place to hide out, other gang members who wanted to negotiate and so on, by invitation, and [Cleaners] if the situation got truly desperate.

Erin winked.

That old guy? Amel? I talked him into it. I wasnt a threat and he searched me for magic stuffhes holding onto my bag of holding and other gear. Im unarmed!

She said that like it wasnt astounding she got in anyways. Amel? Raticis jaw was hanging open.

We pay him not to let people in!

Yeah. Well, dont blame him. He knew I knew you two. Plus. I bribed him.

With what? A diamond the size of my face?

Erin snorted.

No, with something he wanted. Tickets! Jasi gave me some to give out. Three. For him and his grandkids. And an autographed card with a signature of her and Wesle on it.

The Gentlemen Callers stared. Thiswas a kind of talent that ran opposite to theirs. Ratici and Wilovan sat there. Then they hurriedly put on their hats, vests, and looked around.

Company, gentlemen! Straighten up! Let me present

-

Erin Solstice was procrastinating. She knew it. But the Gentlemen Callers offered her tea, and she really did want to know about the Brothers.

She thought they were good people. At the very leastone of them had gone to stop that [Thief]. Petty crime was common in a city. And apparently, the Brothers didnt stand for it.

Of course not. Should a man stand by if a ladyor other fellow for that matteris in distress?

Wilovan looked offended just at the suggestion. There were nods around from the crowd of hatted men sitting and sipping tea. Erin looked around.

But you do hit people on the head and steal their money.

The Brothers coughed. An [Enforcer] that Numbtongue would have known leaned forwards earnestly.

Delicately, Miss Solstice. The right application of force is an art. And we do it to people in a way such that they wake up inconvenienced. But not dead. Safer all around. We might be a menace, but only to some sorts.

I see. And a [Thief]?

Steals from the sort that wont mind it. Let me be clear, Miss Solstice. Its only to do what we vouchsafed to you before: sleep well at night. We are not

Ratici trailed off. The room fell silent. And there it was.

Erin had never really met criminals. Shed met monsters. Goblins, Antinium. But the worst criminals shed met were Pisces, the imposter who had been Regrika Blackpaw, andLyonette. This was a different lot.

The [Innkeeper] sipped from her cup of tea. She looked around and eyed Teor. The young Brother was in disgrace.

SoTeor would have rescued that old womans purse if I wasnt there?

I should in any circumstance barring a greater need, Miss Solstice. Im new, and still learning the ropes, as it were.

The young man looked embarrassed. Wilovan nodded.

The Brotherstake recruits. The right sort.

Honorable?

There was that pause again. Wilovan carefully sipped tea.

He and Ratici were the only two non-Human Brothers. Erin wondered if they were unique, or just rarer. Certainly, the Brothers were based in the north. Aside from thatthey were cosmopolitan as could be. Well, among the male gender. Sovery exclusive.

Depends on your definition, Miss Solstice.

That came from the older Brothers. But Teor seemed to want to object. And Erin saw that.

The Brothers only go after rich targets?

Only richwell, thats a matter of practicality, Miss Solstice. But theres a second qualifier. Onlythe sort who we feel itd be a disservice not to inconvenience.

Ah. The Brothers probably didnt rob rich children. Erin smiled. And then she came out with it.

So youd never just rob a guild, right, Teor?

Absolutely not, Miss Solstice. Thats livelihoods at stake. If we went after the Guild, itd be

Too late, Ratici shot the young man a warning look. Teors lips compressed. Erin lowered her cup.

I knew it. Why didnt you tell me?

Every eye turned to Wilovan and Ratici. The two looked at each other. At last, Wilovan sighed.

Gentlemen. Terribly sorry, but might we have a moment?

The others cleared out. Erin felt bad for Teor, but she had to know. Wilovan and Ratici sat there. After a moment, Ratici produced something.

Sugar?

Oh, thanks.

Erin had been sipping gently. She took a cube from the bowl. Stirred it.

There they sat. After a moment, Erin broke the silence.

I asked if you did it. And you said does it matter? Whyd you say that, Wilovan?

The Gnoll sighed. He adjusted his tall hat and sat back. Ratici grimaced. It was the Drake who spoke first.

Miss Solstice. I never brought it up because a fellow shouldnt pick at detailsbut you calling us the Honorable Hatmen

Did I hurt your feelings? I do that. Im sorry.

The Drake almost smiled. He adjusted his seat, looked down, looked up at her.

No. It was pleasant. But untruthful. We are not honorable.

Says the guys who take from the rich

And keep it for ourselves. Honoramong thieves, Ive heard the saying. I think you have, Miss Solstice?

She nodded. Ratici shook his head.

The point is that its a joke. We do what we do and it is still mugging. Just a particular sort. Perhaps you might find that better thanthe Sisters of Chellbut they have their honor. We are both on the wrong side of the law. As for why we ran?

He looked at Wilovan. The Gnoll removed his hat, pulled some hair off, and looked at Erin.

Were an unscrupulous sort, Miss Solstice. Why do we run if we didnt commit this crime? Because weve done something. In our casesenough so that any Watch Captain not bought and paid for would put us away forever regardless.

And there it was again. Guilt. Erin stopped smiling.

Oh.

We rob certain sorts. Wedont hit the Jewelers Guild usually because the staff get punished. Also, that was a small take, frankly.

Erins brows rose. Wilovan hurried on.

But sometimes, a plan goes wrong. Sometimes theres lessscrupulous sorts to lighten their purses. Sometimes another gang decides they want our cut. When they dothe hats come off. Thats what they say of us. The Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings are perfect gentlemen. Until the hats come off.

Oh.

It all made sense. Erin sat back. The two Callers looked at her, expectantly. It was Wilovan who said it.

We are not good men, Miss Solstice. Thank you for helping us get away. But if you should expect it of uswe will let you down some day. Sooner than wed all like. Im grateful for your generosity. But it would have been better if we were just unobtrusive the entire time our contract ran. Our failing.

I get it. And youre right. If you had stolen stuffI wouldnt have been sure I wanted you in my inn. Even if it was a jerk from the old Council.

Erin muttered. The two nodded. You see? Uncertainty. It was better not to mix. Ratici pulled his cap lower. Erin sat there for a moment. Then she looked around.

The Brothers were watching surreptitiously at a distance. They all looked the other waybut they were trying to be gentlemen. And even gentlemen eavesdropped. Erin smiled slightly.

What a silly group of guys. What a funny gangshe sighed as she stood up. The two Callers stood to walk her out. Erin turned and stopped them.

Ratici, Wilovan, Brothers. I dont know you too well. But from what Ive seenwe might not see eye to eye. And I dont like crime. If you did something in my inn, Id do something about it. Even if I saw it. Even if you were mugging some jerk like Lislike some jerk. Because I dont want someone to break the law like that around me.

They nodded. Erin went on, looking at both Callers earnestly.

You are criminals. But Im sure of this. There are worse people in the world than you. You probably arent good men.

She met their eyes. Then the [Innkeeper] smiled.

But I dont think youre bad guys.

The two blinked. The Brothers stirred. And thenErin winked. And that was it.

They chuckled, and then laughed. Erin looked at the two Callers as they blinked at her, then smiled and tipped their hats. That was all.

You can visit my inn. Zevaras probably not cool with youbut theres criminal and evil. I have Goblins. Just dont steal anything in Liscor, please.

Miss Solstice. May I just say youre the most interesting [Innkeeper] Ive ever met?

Ratici peered at Erin. She laughed at him.

I might be. But how many do you meet? I just like weird duos, I guess. The first people I met at Liscor were

She trailed off. Nostalgia, regretbut she was smiling. This world changed. She saw, for a moment, a big, burly Drake with scars, and a Worker-Antinium, jostling to reassure her that Relc was not a Dragon. Then it was gone. And a Gnoll with a top-hat was smiling at her.

They could still be friends. Erin looked at the Brothers. Then at their home.

Do you guys hide here all the time?

We are criminals, Miss Solstice. We do have our entertainments. But a fellow on the wrong side of the law

Erin walked over to Crimshaw and peered around at his room.

Yeah, yeah. But you cant be cooped up forever! You should get out more. In fact

In fact. She looked at the Brothers and her eyes twinkled. Erin might not be good at expressing her feelings. But she was good at improvising. And she just had an idea that would solve her dilemma and do something nice. And wasnt that why her friends liked them? She looked around.

Say, fellows. Do you like fine art? And umfood?

The Brothers stared at her. Offended, for the first time by the question. Did they like? She might as well have asked if they liked hats!

-

Later, and yes, it was later, Ryoka Griffin looked at Erin Solstices embarrassed smile. The search partythose who werent looking and causing havocstared at her with wroth. Ryoka turned to a stranger no one had ever seen before.

Can I borrow? Thank you.

Xrn handed Ryoka her staff. Ryoka smacked Erin on the head with it.

Ow! Ryoka, that hurts likewas that how hard I hit you?

Erin clutched at her head. Ryoka raised the staff again and a man cleared his throat.

Im terribly sorry, and we of course take full responsibility. Just a bit of a to-do after a lady got her purse snatched.

A man tipped his hat at her. Erin eyed Wilovan and the group behind her.

Erin. What is this?

Eltistiman looked like he was about to laugh or run. And if the hats came offhe probably would. But Erin was beaming in that way of hers.

I brought guests! I thought you said I could bring whoever I wanted! And for the play?

Yes, but

Emme and Grev, who knew something of who these strange men were, spluttered. But Erin insisted. And as it happenedthe Brothers were the best of guests.

Dinner was nearly over, anyways. So the group marched towards the Seasons Theatre. People stared. They took note. And yes, it was attention and yes, people stared at faces. It bothered Ryoka more, the second time.

But Erin Solstice was laughing now. Relaxed. Because some of the people who were being stared at were men who tipped their hats, bemused, even stunned at the attention they normally never got. For a second, the Brothers stood in the limelight. Their hats were plain, but well-kept. For a moment they dazzled like stars.

Thenand thenthe group filed into the booths. Erin Solstice sat, without anyone announcing on stage that they had a special guest. But people stared. They pointed. Because of course, they noticed the booth was full.

The Solstice Booth! They stared upwardsat Joseph, Galina, Troy, Leon, Montressa, Bezale, and some others. Erin sat in one of the other booths, Mrsha on her lap and Lyonette and Ryokas with the Hatmen, Palt, Imani, and watched and laughed and sighed.

-

It was a good night after all. Inevitably, word would spread. You couldnt take back microscopes, but there was good for the ill. The Brothers tipped their hats to Erin after the play and the seven-minute standing ovation. They disappeared and the group strolled back to the inn, flushed, talking excitedly. The cast were going to sign autographs for an hour, as they did, and meet them there.

That wasamazing! Its so much different on stage, and with effects!

And when youre not distracted and no ones talking?

Lyonette was smiling too. Erin had to admit that was true. Ratici and Wilovan strolled along at the back, and the Gnoll was talking with Bezaleflirting, rather. The Minotauress was rebuffing him, but not very hard.

It was a fine night. It had been not-so-great in places. Erin had to admit. But like shed told Salissthe good and ill had to mix.

Speaking of whichTyrion Veltras had been popping up in conversation all night. Ryoka had heard his name and since he was on her short list of people she needed, she turned to Fierre.

Whats this about? I thought Couriers were coming from First Landing to deliver the cure. Did something happen?

She saw Fierre staring at her. Ryoka hadnt heard? Neitheras it turned outhad Salamani. Theyd both been occupied. The Vampire girl bit her lip.

Erin had a different thought as Ryoka mentioned Tyrion. She looked around. Shame Maviola hadnt been here, and Olesm. But it was time. Theyd metbut it was really time to get Maviola on board with Ryokas plan.

Tomorrow. Let it betomorrow. For now, Erin thrust open the doors to her inn, ready to begin the second phase of her party, on her terms, in her place.

Im back! Numbtongues here! We got him! Dont worry, Ishkr!

The Gnoll looked up and raised an eyebrow.

I know.

Erin laughed. She motioned the others into the inn.

I forgot to tell yousorry. Or did someone else? There was this thingah, the family meeting! Well do it tomorrow.

She saw Lyonette and Numbtongue exchange a glance. Ishkr leaned on his broom, eying the incoming horde with resignation. He had been enjoying the peace and quiet. He saw Liska trying to sneak past them and his eyes narrowed.

But Ishkr still smiled. The Gnoll had a secret. Two, actually. But the other one was a short-term secret. Not his sisters woes. He nodded towards the inn.

I know Numbtongue is back, Erin. Hes been here ever since you left. You just missed him.

Erin blinked. She looked at Numbtongue. She looked at Ishkr.

Hah. That cant be. Hes right

The Gnoll winked at her. Erin stood there. Numbtongue was here? But he washer eyes widened.

Ryoka saw her run down the hallway. Numbtongue was faster. He burst through the door. People turned. And thereanother Hobgoblin was sitting. Two of them. They turned. And the one who you could mistake for Numbtongue, if you were an idiot and thought all Goblins were the same, rose to his feet.

Numbtongue?

Badarrow got no further because Numbtongue tackled him. And Erin skidded into her inn and saw Snapjaw laughingthen look up.

Then the real drama began.

Authors Note: Believe it or not, I thought this and next chapter could be 1 chapter. How silly. But the author is sometimes silly!

You might be able to tell that this chapter sums up both other side stories. It doesnt give all the fun bits, but thats okay. Its two chapters that lost plus of the chapter scheduled. You do that math.

Hope you enjoy! The next chapter should HOPEFULLY not be this long, but I am in good form for now. Thanks for reading! Ill leave you with some good stuffs!

ArtsyNada has done it again! Shes done another comic, of Imani and Palts food woes, as well as Xrn! We also have Eris, whod done pixel art of Ryoka expression a very common reaction, and Numbtongue! Lastly, but certainly not lastly, AuspiciousOctopi has done a number of very relevant pictures like Fierre, Fuzzylips and Jasi, and more! Thanks so much for the amazing art!

Wonderous Fare, Fierre, Hexel, Fuzzylips and more by /auspiciousoctopi

Facepalm and Numbtongue Animated by Eris!

Cooking Woes by ArtsyNada, and Xrn the Small /illudanajohns