The Wandering Inn

Book 8: Chapter 68

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains a non-graphic description of abuse in a relationship ending in death.

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One of the reasons why the Order of Seasons was one of Terandrias most respected [Knight] Orders had nothing to do with their combat ability. And, to be fair, they were considered to be one of the most superlatively martial Knight Orders on the continent. If not in pure Skilltheir ability to utilize their auras was a fearsome thing.

They were numerous and had relics and a base that was founded on the bones of one of the half-Elven cities of old. A semi-autonomous Order not plagued by accusations of dishonorable conduct, with four individuals who were all on par with Named Adventurersin theory, if not always practice.

Yet that alone just meant they were a powerful group of warriors. And what

What was the purpose of an army outside of war? There was always a need for peacekeepers, monster-slayers, and lawbringers. But all the training, considerable expense, and authority of the Order of Seasons for a few thousand elite [Warriors] was a hard sell.

What made the Order of Seasons useful were their other qualities. Such as their ability to answer the question that came to the Falls Sentinel, Venoriat, the morning after the great victory where an unknown [Knight] broke Ailendamus lines to best their [General], liberate the imprisoned [Knights], and escape on a mad dash behind Ailendamus front, fighting for the Dawn Concordat.

It came via [Message] spell from one of his own [Knights]. A Ser Ilm of the Season of Autumn, who dutifully sent the entire message in a cipher.

[Message] spells were a tricky business. High-level [Mages] could eavesdrop on most sent in their area, and, because of that, the Order of Seasons used one of the many techniques to obfuscate their communications.

Nothing as fancy as the Walled Cities, who might use an old, encrypted system for top-secret communiqu; the art of encoding [Messages] was lost to all but perhaps Archmages of this era.

However, you could be clever even without magical encryption. For instance, did you know you could send a [Message] spell in Drathian?

Venoriat did not speak Drathian, and the Order of Seasons had decided their [Knights] could not justify the time to learn a second languageimagine the idea!just to write [Message] spells. Besides, [Translation] was a known, if odd spell.

So, instead, they used ciphers. Venoriat himself designed them, using passages or sayings to alter a message so it was incomprehensible unless you knew how to decode it. He read Ser Ilms gibberish and translated it as he sat in the Order of Seasons.

It was a bustling time in the great keep, as even his own studious Autumn Knights, from pages and squires to senior [Knights], ran about, keeping tabs on Ailendamus and the Dawn Concordats movements, trying to chart where Rabbiteater and half of the attack force led by Ser Greysten were.

And preparing themselves for more battles to come. Ailendamus had not taken the Summer Champions declaration lightly, and Knight-Commander Calirn was with Pheislants commanders, preparing for an all-out war.

Not to mention coordinating the disastrous crusade on Chandrar. As far as Venoriat knew, the best [Knights] of Terandria, all the Orders contributionsincluding two hundred Spring Knightswere coming in waves across the sea, landing on Medain and the Claiven Earths coasts, and fighting with their armies.

And only managing to deadlock Khelt. They were unable to meaningfully advance against Khelt; they could have swept aside a hundred times their number in zombies or, at least, continued an advance, but Khelt pushed them back.

Astonishing. In another time, Venoriat would have devoted his entire attention to researching Khelt, finding ways to combat their Revenants, and plumbing the depths of how dangerous they might be.

However, he had little time to spare for such enjoyable academia, so Venoriats quill scritched as he wrote out the [Message] in correct wording. If it was not essential, even Ser Ilms question or [Message] would have to wait.

A group of [Pages] of Autumn hurried by with scrolls to be scribed by Autumn Knights for war. One tripped, and Venoriat winced; all the scrolls would have to be cleaned to ensure they contained the magic.

Im sorry, Falls Sentinel!

The girl got up, red-faced, and Venoriat turned and waved a hand.

Clean it up and continue. Falling in my presence or out of it should change little. Perhaps to the Knight Commander or another Season it would matternot here. Watch your steps. A bit of time spent saves you an hour with a brush.

The girl gathered the scrolls up and hurried back along the deep reds, browns, and violets of the Season of Autumns floor tiles. She passed by one of their courtyards; not the grassy expanse where you could rush about practicing your swordplay in the Spring or Summer, or the ever-snowing, solemn places to refine yourself in Winter through meditation or self-practice.

No, Autumn used their space to grow mushrooms. Rich, loamy dirt let a profusion of roots spread out, or Sages Grass, or other plants that were useful and practical. Indeed, the Season of Autumn was known to be the least-martial of all four Seasons. The most bookish.

And the reason why the Order of Seasons was so respected. After all, who but the Fall Knights of Venoriats order could scribe spell-scrolls at will? Certainly not Greysten and his lot!

Venoriats Season often sold their scrolls at virtually no markup to those who might need them. [Bugward] and [Detect Rot] were very popular among [Farmers].

In times of war? Each scroll that the [Pages] were carrying would be written with magic. [Firebolt] or [Forceshield] or [Smokescreen]and every [Knight] would carry at least one into battle.

As Venoriat finally decoded Ilms missive, his lips moved in a smile. He lifted the scrap of parchment and decidedit was worth prioritizing after all. So he rose and went to the one place that made the Order of Seasons so valued, at least in his eyes:

Their library.

The library of the Order of Seasons was as large as Pheislants national gathering of tomes in the capital. However, the Order of Seasons had a far more varied assortment of books and magical tomes.

It was a benefit without calculation; even if Venoriat did know exactly how many books were in the library61,822that was not enough of a marker.

The thing waslibraries were hard to maintain in a grand sense. Not immediate; you could throw a bunch of books in a room and call it a library. But were they organized? More importantly, were they maintained?

Did you have preservation spells on each shelf? Did you have anti-moth, bug, and stain spells? Were you fireproofing the entire place? Did you scrupulously check each book that was loaned out for damage and make a point of repairing it, or were you a coward who let people dogear their pages without folding their ears in return?

Because it mattered. Not this year. Not next year. But each wrinkle, crease, and lack of a stasis spell was another second, minute lost. And paper and ink faded so quickly. When a disaster struck, knowledge was lost forever. Even the best [Librarians] had watched their collections vanish as an Elder Creler blasted a hole through a nation. Or a Gold-rank [Mage] with too much to drink threw one damn [Fireball]

Lets assume, in the best case, you had a library that avoided any major calamity over your lifespan. Well, even thenyour books would invariably be damaged by usage, because books were meant to be read.

You could get a [Bookbinder] to touch them up, but what happened when the paper itself began to disintegrate from age? Okay, enchant it. No problem.

What happened when the magic itself began to get old? A [Librarian] suddenly had to find a book-enchanting specialist to remake a magical tome.

How did you re-copy a spellbook created twelve thousand years ago by an Archmage who practiced the Albezian school of magic and wrote using the crushed husks of an insect that had been extinct for over two centuries?

That was why a real library was impressive; one that maintained its books, organized them, and had the largesse to lend them out to people with no appreciation for all the hard work that went into keeping things the way they were.

Hence, the Season of Autumns value. A [Farmer] could send a learned daughter or son or come here themselves and take off their hat, put on some gloves or wash their hands, and then read on how to cultivate a certain crop or keep their soil fresh without Skills.

In fact, [Farmers] were preferred because they had appropriate respect for the library the Season of Autumn kept. A Summer Knight whod toss a book across the mess hall for someone else to read or turn a page while riding and tear it as their horse came down too hard?

Well.

Those souls met with the [Librarian Knights].

Yes, that was a class. And yes, Venoriat went to one of them with Ilms missive. The [Knight] delicately turning a page in the book they were checking for damage was probably reading on-duty. But you had to be a real bookworm and love the job to get that class, so Venoriat made no comment as the man hurriedly stood.

Falls Sentinel. Does the Knight-Commander need another lookup? Will you give us half an hour to proof them against ice and water? He does his best, but the temperature

The aggrieved [Librarian Knight] had an understandable problem with Winter Knights, who practically generated mildew. Venoriat was pleased not to have to deal with that.

Not at the moment, Ser Tulnous. I have a research assignment for you. A ratherinteresting one. I leave it in your care as I must go back to my work.

He handed the message over, and Tulnous eyebrows rose. He took the slip of paper with one callused hand.

He was a halberd-expert who had little cause to use his weapon in his beloved library but was rather fearsome among his Season nevertheless. Tulnous Skills included the ability to pull any book he wanted in the library, repair minor damage with just a finger, locate any book he lent out unerringly, sense if a passing [Merchant] had any books not in the Order of Seasons collection

And those were just his mundane Skills. His truly powerful Skills included the ability to have any book in his possession read out loud, in his own voice, whenever he wanteda Skill that Venoriat privately enviedvisualize the fantastical stories, remember up to three hundred thousand words of his choosing, such that he could recite any passage, poetry, or quote he pleased

And his Level 30 capstone was the most impressive. [Cover to Cover, Revision Reader].

Which meant that he could read every single version of a book ever read. So if you had eighteen versions of a book he held? He could read any one.

He had recently put that Skill to use backtracking the rise of Ailendamus, spotting the truth amid many revised histories.

The most senior [Librarian Knight] read the slip of paper, and his lips curved upwards.

I assume this is not an idle question from Ser Ilm in the field? It would not be surprising if so.

Venoriats smile had a twinkle in it.

I suspect that this is entirely pressing, Ser Tulnous. It likely has to do with our illustrious Ser Solstice. Do you think the information is extant?

In one book or another on Skills and auras? Certainly! One will be easier than the other, I am sure. How fascinating. A dual-aura [Knight]

Venoriat lifted a finger, cautioning his subordinate.

To be kept secret, Ser Tulnous. You and two others may look into the topic. Not a wordand I expect a report within two hours, which I will forward to Ser Ilm.

The [Librarian] bowed.

At once, Falls Sentinel.

He smiled as he looked at the little note. Translated, the part Venoriat had given Tulnous was not about the battle or Ilms other observations. It was simply a questiona research request into two rather unique auras. Two, contained in a single person.

[Aura of the Hearth] and [Aura of the Brave]. Possible synergies, dual-aura combinations, the usages of each aura, and any other pertinent information. The Order of Autumn was only too happy to help. After allif anyone knew what Rabbiteaters new Skills did, it would be them.

Well done, Ser Solstice.

Venoriat murmured as he walked back. Well done indeed.

Especially for a Goblin [Knight]. But that was most secret of all.

Excuse me, Lord Sophridel? I have a communication from one of the Order of Seasons. Encrypted. I was referred to you by the [Spymaster]. It is, ah, pressing, so she regretfully

Elsewhere in Terandria, a nervous servant stopped as a tall, intensely tall, still figure turned and closed the book he was reading.

Lord Sophridelin truth, an Earlwas a rather reclusive figure in Ailendamus hierarchies. He was Minister of the Interior Arts which meant he oversaw the libraries, did some commissioning of artworkbut not on the same level as those who coordinated statues, great galas, and moreand, secretly, ran the Court of Masks.

Running the Court of Masks was his main task, and as such, if you didnt know, you might think he had one of those plush jobs with no actual work. If you did know, well, you considered him an enigmatic spellcaster who did a fine job and faded into the woodwork.

If you talked to him? The tall, nearly seven-foot half-Elf with pale skin was an oddity even to his own kind. He had a ponderous kind of speech and reminded one much of some long-forgotten [Scholar].

Of course, no one saw Sophridel. They just saw a mask. It was his preferred mask when he had to beoutside.

The astute half-Elf extended two nearly-translucent fingers to accept the piece of paper with Ser Ilms missive. The servant was all too ready to wait in an antechamber, or come back and provide him with more references from the [Spymaster].

She was used to the very competent wing of Ailendamus spy networks and in fact was no mere [Servant], but a [Servant of Intrigue]. That she was personally running this request was because there were some letters so important that even holding them without opening them required you to be important. Even within the safe and secure capital.

So she knew Lord Sophridel was important. She had never met him before, only seen him from afar. She was also uncertain why the [Spymaster], a scrupulous woman who had once blown off her own arm rather than let the letter she was holding fall into enemy hands, hadnt sent him an entire packet of material for him to help with codebreaking the Order of Seasons ciphers.

This was a single note. Lord Sophridel would need more referencesand they changed their ciphers on the regular! Even their own specialists hadnt been able to immediately code-break it. So that was why it was astonishing when the quiet half-Elf handed the note back.

A research request and report on the battle. I reference Ser Solstice as a [Knight] and [Aura of the Hearth] and [Aura of the Brave] for lookup in their libraries. I will now write the contents of the message, verbatim, and my own recollection of both auras in brief. Allow me two minutes.

He produced a piece of paper and quill and wrote delicately. The [Servant] gulped.

Yes, Lord Sophridel.

She retreated, understanding why the [Spymaster] considered the Minister of the Interior Arts a resource to be called upon at need. Her respectful gaze on the tall half-Elf, a silver mane of hair drooped across his angular features, absently brushing at the locks as he stooped slightly to write with impeccable penmanship

Was all wrong. All she saw was the mask.

She saw Lord Sophridel. The servant saw the half-Elf. If she wanted to, she could have touched him, and he could have eaten and enjoyed foodnot that Alniesierr Carnevien had ever truly enjoyed food. He could be roused to great passion, of course, and if that woman with her hair in a bun and a killing stiletto holding it all together had professed a great love of Selphid writings and fine wineand baths along moonlit shores on cold nights with the hot water steaminghe would have positively swept her off her feet in a courtship of unexpected passion.

Sophridel would have been able to do that too, rather admirably, in Alniesierrs case. But cut him open and you would find no blood or heart beating. Behead him and you would find, among clothing and dust, only one thing.

A mask.

A perfect mask of the half-Elfs face. In fact, a death-mask, which the eclectic Alniesierr Carnevien had once commissioned thousands upon thousands of years ago. When Sophridel did not have it active, it floated in a dark void upon his body.

The Elemental of Masks stood in a private room, each mask, from animal to person, staring outwards. Each onehad a quality.

Some were cheap. He held on to them for nostalgias sake. Others were expensive. But what mattered was how much they in turn had been worn. Or what they were made of in conjunction with their purpose.

The Court of Masks and the nobility who argued and debated in his rooms wore masks. Each one was suited to them; multiple people could wear the same mask, but the effect was diluted.

Hence, the rules. It would bear little fruit in their lifetimes. But if someone attended the Court of Masks every day for most of their life, wore the same maskwhen they died, it would be their mask. And perhaps, one day, far in the future, that mask might detach from Sophridel.

Picture the dark room. Nowsee a shadow darker than even that. A bit of the void given form. Anchored, holding, floating upon it, hundreds of masks in every direction. The very idea of masks, of identity, given form.

An Elemental of Masks.

That was who Sophridel was. He was not one mask. He was not an individual if you took away all the masks.

He was all and none, and his likenesses could stride about. Someday, after the man had long-since perished, perhaps Baron Regalius would stride about once more, the very personality of him captured, from his abilities to his demeanor. Orif it came to battlea snarling mask made from actual Manticore flesh might materialize.

With all the power of a Manticore. All their limitations and strengths; a mask had to be an accurate representation, even if it was still a mask. Break it and he lost it forever. Sophridel hated losing parts of him.

Hence, his current guise in the genius of Alniesierr, aiding the [Spymaster] from time-to-time. Sophridel drew on more than just that, though.

[Aura of the Hearth]. Defensive. [Aura of the Brave]. Offensive. A combination is rare. In one entity denotes a conflict or event of the soul. Past history, perhaps. No known combinations exist to my memory. However, the materialization of both is often unpredictable.

Aurasas any [Lady] or Order of Seasons [Knight] knewwere made up of three stages. Simply manifesting the aura like the King of Destruction was akin to a second instinct. A powerful commanding presence. The ability to withstand [Terror] spells and so on.

Materialization came next, as the Order of Seasons practiced. They could make blades of flame or wind, shieldseven change the ambient temperature and so on.

The last stage, rarely obtained, would be such a complete zone of authority that even magic failed before the very concept of their aura. [Mages] often found to their horror that their spells would have less effect against powerful individuals of that nature.

Sophridel, or rather one of his masks, had once heard that auras were part of a natural chain of superiority and weakness. If magic defeated regular warriors, for instance, in basic concept, auras were meant to countersomething.

Something that the theory fell apart around because the theory hadnt been able to concretely say that auras beat people with swords or magic; it was simply one kind of superiority.

Sophridel wrote on, listing all the notes he had for [Aura of the Hearth].

Base formreassurance, the manifestation of morale or nostalgia. As it manifests? Limited cornucopia abilities. Extreme defensive abilities in places of home or shelter. Aura of the Hearth once repelled a King of Avel from entering a mothers home; they were of roughly equal level. To researchsee Disgraces of the Crown, by Goldtongue. The most high-level effects include the creation of structures. My information is limited. Aura of the Brave is far more documented among [Heroes], [Barbarians], and other warriors. Inspiring, courageous as implied. Manifestation of weapons. Overwhelming presence in massed battles. Sheer manifestation at higher-levels has, when consolidated and upgraded, created entire zones of anti-magic.

He ceased writing, handed the note over to the stunned servant, and let his mask take over and turn back to work.

That was the thing. Sophridel was everywhere at once. He could have multiple masks, although for secrecys sake he only used them in very safe, non-combat settings. But one of his other selves was, at this very moment, doing internal bookkeeping on all of Ailendamus records.

All the records. She sat in a rather sumptuous room, with every whim catered to. She ate her favorite food, and the [Secretary], a notorious recluse, had once very publicly said she would have quite enjoyed being locked in a prison cell and forced to work rather than be married and deal with the rest of the world.

In her mask, she got her wish, checking for mistakes or corruption internally. Another of Sophridels selves was a [Teacher] who imparted magical lessons every few months.

That was who he was. The main body of the Elemental of Masks juggled his selves effortlessly. Again, he was his components. He was no mere Archmage who had to wrestle with parallel thoughts and a limited mind. The Elemental of Masks grew according to his resources, and he had been empowered by all of Ailendamus.

The only question waser, well

Was that a bad thing?

It certainly was to Ailendamus enemies, as the Elemental had broken almost every cipher and encryption sent against him. And Sophridel was only one immortal in the Kingdom of Glass and Glory. The others could be even more scary.

The Ministry of Intelligencespyingwas one branch of Ailendamus actually competent government. Suspiciously competent, one might say, and somehow devoid of corruption on any large scale.

It was hard to do that in a nation. For instancedid you trust your judges? Did you have a judicial system in your species?

Gnolls had [Shamans] and [Chieftains], who could bebiased. Drakes did have a judicial system, but they had certain provisions where the Watch Captain or Council or army had a certain overruling presence.

Humans sometimes just went to the nearest noble, who in turn reported to a higher noble and then a monarch.

Ailendamus had a court system. Not unheard of, but it had [Judges], [Arbiters], and so on. Individuals who would administer an entire region, hold Watch Captains to account, and even punish adventurers who were often considered above the law. They might be above the law in a city state.

Not in Ailendamus, where a greatbow would tap you on the shoulder instead of a Level 5 [Archer] with a shortbow. But who were the judges?

Theyre here. Eleven of them.

The rumor of one of the more famous groups of judges and nobility among Ailendamus was overshadowed by the arrival of the Singer of Terandria and the war. Even soeleven of House Shoel descending on the capital was a nightmare for any prisoner awaiting judgment.

The cold, impartial men and women of Viscount Visophecins family were known for their famous adherence to the law. They entertained no emotional arguments, and each one was rumored to have an emotion-suppressing Skill, because they would send doe-eyed young adults to the chopping block if the crime warranted it.

They could not be bribed or intimidated, and the few who had tried had learned to fear House Shoels reach. It seemed to most to be a miserable job, to be so feared and to condemn so many to death, because the judges almost always presided over the worst and most heinous of crimes.

What they did not understand was how much the Lucifen enjoyed it.

Ryoka Griffin sat in on one of the court hearings. She heard the fear among the witnesses hoping that a young woman who had committed a murder, a crime of passion, might get a lighter sentence. She watched with more insight than the rest.

This was what they wanted. A system by which peopleterrible people, yeswere legally and swiftly dealt with. Where they could not only administer perfect, beautiful law in an idealized version of a nation, to them, but also reap the rewards of those condemned to death.

The question was to Ryokawas it corrupt?

She felt it had to be, hence why she took time out of her busy day of panicking about anything and everything to check. The Lucifen were not impartial judges. They had, in legal parlance, a big fucking stake in the outcome of every case they presided upon. They ate the condemned. So surely they were biased and this was a bad system, right?

Right?

Igolze, the steely-eyed Lucifen judge, wore a kind of grey suit unlike robes that should have looked terrible on him. But the air of faint metal and oil, his perfect, slim posture, and the way he gazed down upon the proceedings without a hint of emotion, even in the face of tears, made him seem like some kind of otherworldly judge.

Which he was. The Devil sat, listening, refusing to change his posture during the hour of discussion where the entire backstory of the young woman was brought up. Ryoka listened to a murder of passion against her loverwho had been abusiveand his mother, who had been culpable and aware of the entire situation.

However, it had been a premeditated murder, not merely passion, although passion was the inciting event; the [Murderer] in question had hidden a knife on her body during the final, fatal encounter. On the other hand, she confessed that she had kept the knife six times before that and only snapped in the final, pivotal beating.

Whereupon she had stabbed her former lover to death and ignored his pleas for a healing potion. After which, his mother, hearing the commotion, tried to kill the young woman, and it led to a brutal fight which

If Ryoka had been the jury or judge in this case, she would have been forced to make either an emotional judgment or one that had to rely on the rules, because she felt for the girl, but, she had to admit, it was murder. But the abuse

Igolze had no such qualms. He spoke, sipping from a cup of water after an hour of directing the [Guards], [Mages], and other people present in the room to administer [Detect Truth] spells and so on.

I judge the following: the defendant is guilty of murder. She deliberately and knowingly planned to murder her lover.

A groan swept up from the room while some of those waiting for justice looked up. Igolze continued, lifting a hand and sweeping the room with his piercing, faintly red glare. It lingered just a moment on Ryoka, watching in the stands from above. Anyone was free to enter and watch.

I also judge the defendant was a victim of abuse and assault from both victims. Neither instance exonerates her; she acted in what would be considered self-defense in the moment. That she knowingly kept a weapon on her is indication that she was prepared for murder. I consider the second death, of Northa Vales, in part self-defense as the defendant was attacked with a shortsword. However, Ailendamus laws are clear.

He looked down at the terrified [Murderer], bound by magical spells. Not one muscle moved in Igolzes face for mercy or anger. He looked at her like a bug defiling his home. More like disgust. We have rules. Why would you bother breaking them?

You were not prohibited from moving about. You did not fear for your life, and indeed, a [Guardswoman] inquired about your wellbeing twice, Miss Iusa. You could have alerted the Watch or another official.

He stopped the protest with a [Silence] spell.

You claim you were afraid for your life. However, the Watch has arrested officials of the crown and protected the innocent without fail. If they had failed, I would be sentencing the Watch Captain and every [Guard] who failed to act.

He looked calmly at the witnesses, who shifted uncomfortably. Igolze looked back at Iusa and went on.

I put a question to you: why did you take the matter into your own hands? The answer you gave was that he had to die. You had a choice. It was not truly motivated by fear, but vengeance. You are guilty of murder, but not sentenced to execution. I offer you the choice between labor, twenty years; conscription into Ailendamus ranks, eight years maximum, reduced depending on your service; volunteering for magical experimentation, which will last

He gave her a list of options, which included volunteering to be a test subject of alchemy or magic, fighting as a conscripted soldier, labornone of it imprisonment. Ryoka supposed Rhisveri, or perhaps Visophecin himself, had designed the system with the belief that spending money on locking people up was wasteful.

And she was so glad. Not for the poor girl who chose labor. Not for the family who saw justice done or her own family.

Part of Ryoka was simply glad because she saw the Lucifens justice.

And it was not hers. The Devils had no pity or humanity in them, and it showed. She listened to how Igolze broke down the [Murderer]Iusas options logically. But logic in that kind of situation? That didnt exist.

She couldnt say he was completely wrong in all of it. But he wasnt right. He had no compassion.

But then Ryoka Griffin realized how far the Luficens idea of justice cut when Igolze rose.

Remove the defendant. In light of this rulingthe next trial shall concern the Vales familys culpability in the case of abuse of one Iusa Vales. As the defendants are present, I summon them to the court. I summon the following witnesses

Every head in the courtroom turned towards the frozen people, and Ryoka saw, just for a second, what shed been waiting for. At his podium, Igolze, the Lucifen

Smiled.

Just for a second.

Afterwards, Viscount Visophecin met Ryoka as she tried to have lunch. She ended up just sipping from a fruit drink; she wasnt hungry.

What do you think of Ailendamus judicial systems? Compared to Earth?

He appeared at her table as she turned her head. Ryoka nearly spilled the drink all over herself, but an invisible force stopped it from tipping over. She turned and saw Igolze, Azemith and a fourth Lucifen all watching her.

Visophecin did not preside over judgements, but he appeared interested as Igolze watched Ryoka with keen interest. She took a deep breath.

Its the most horrific thing Ive seen so far. Magical experimentation? Youre judging the people you

She hesitated, but knew they were under secrecy wards.

eat? Havent you heard of bias? Or are Lucifen above it all? And you had no compassion for that young woman!

The Lucifen looked at her, each face unmoving. Then they did it again. They smiled, and Igolze leaned forwards.

Separating the issue of our presence as arbiters aside from the individual rulinghow, exactly, did you find my judgment wrong, Ryoka Griffin?

It was not hard for Ryoka to break down why she found Igolzes judgment heartless for someone suffering abuse. What she expected was indifference or contempt. Not the instantaneous debate that broke out among the four Lucifen.

I would have considered it understandable self-defense on all counts, Igolze. Two murders, albeit with cause? You have erred. Reconsider your verdict.

Azemith needled her partner as Igolze frowned.

The law is clear. She is aware of the power of the Watch

Visophecin broke in.

That is not something she was in a fit state of mind to consider. If she were a child, would you hold her to that standard?

Igolze glared, eyes narrowing, and the smell of oil and fire intensified at their table.

I would not, Visophecin, and I resent the comparison. Her district witnessed two public arrests within the last year; she would be aware that the Watch held no fear of authority. I remind you she testified under truth spell that it was her determination for her partner to die.

The fourth Lucifen, a woman, smiled coldly.

And you cast the onus of her crimes upon her? Not the Watch, for failing to investigate further? Nor the family who was culpable? I trust you will hold them to fair account. I characterize you as lenient upon the unlawful and too fond of imprisoning the victim, Igolze. The rest of the family agrees.

The Lucifens eyes narrowed to points.

Is that so? Lets review the cases of last month

Only the female ones. Of abuse. You have a failing in your mind

Convince me of that now, or I will put a void spell under your pillow.

Igolzes smile looked like he was contemplating a crime that would send him to the chopping block. Based on how the other Lucifen returned that dangerous smileRyoka was sure it wasnt an idle threat.

She saw Visophecin look at her as Igolze began a heated breakdown of all the casesand he could remember them perfectly.

Do you see?

She sipped at her drink and looked at Visophecin.

Your people enjoy this? The Lucifen?

His eyes glittered, and all three other Lucifen looked up.

Law, to Lucifen, and properly administering it, is a joy we have. Seeing Ailendamus function without issue or resolve a problem within the system we have laid out isas close to happiness as we find it among mortals. Your point that we are biased is well made, but I offer you this admittedly biased rebuttal, Ryoka. To have those with the power and incentive in the seat of judgment is clearly flawed. But we are not Human, mortal, or other species. Our purpose is to uphold order. As we see it, yes, but we desire proper law. Igolze, Azemith, Shierxuns rulings all differ based on their understanding of the law. But their intent is to render justice in its most complete form.

All three Lucifen nodded. Ryoka looked at them, then Visophecin.

And the experimentation on prisoners?

He raised two brows.

They may volunteer. It is not an obligation. I see yourmoral quandaries. But I simply say this. Without live participants, we learn less, and less quickly. It is not moral. But it is delightfully efficient compared to those who hold the lives of others to be a virtue.

Now he did look at her, clearly hoping shed shudder. Just to spite him, Ryoka took a big sip of her drink. She nearly spat it out when she saw the unmistakable sight of two wheelchairs coming her way.

Wheelchairs? It was odd because it shouldnt have been to Ryoka, but she was used to a world without even the expertise to make wheeledchairscommon.

Ryoka would have more expected to see a floating dais or enchanted artifact because, in a way, that was easier. Or a palanquin carried by people. However, Ailendamus foundries and metalworks were advanced enough, and House Shoels especially, that the two Agelum could move about like that.

And they were here. That was the big thing. People respectfully passed, or noticed the Agelum like Ryoka; oddities even among Ailendamus palace.

There she is. I told you she was somewhere about here. You have to watch the [Knights].

Gadrea was scolding Uzine. The two sat in their wheelchairs as respectful servants of House Shoel wheeled them forwards. They looked as frail as butterflies, their odd eyes with too many pupils staring about hungrily at the bustling palace. They looked like they were enjoying all the excitementand from the way the Lucifen watched with concern, especially Visophecin, overexcited butterflies that could hurt themselves by their sheer eagerness.

The fair cousins to the Lucifen came to a stop as Ryoka half-rose.

Gadrea, Uzine. I didnt know you two went about the palace.

Oh, we do! And Id get around faster if I were allowed to push myself, no offense, Ollena. But Im afraid we do injure ourselves; hence Visophecin limiting the visits to once every blue moon. Literally. At least there are two. Ahyou two, take a rest. Have some food and rest yourselves. I insist.

Uzine produced some silver coins, which he handed over to the two servants. They retreated to another table as the Agelum sat at Ryokas table. They were too low in their wheelchairs to sit at head-height. Until they rose slightly off the ground. Ryoka peered under the table and saw blocks of light magic raising them up so they could look around at eye-level.

Gadreas eyes twinkled as she smiled at Azemith, whose face was perfectly blank as she nodded to her cousins. That was what tickled Ryoka. Heartless, certainly predatory, and prone to cruelties as they might be, the Lucifen cared about the Agelum.

So, what did you think of our cousins laws and order, Ryoka Griffin?

Gadrea fixed Ryoka with one of her pupils as the other eye moved about. Ryoka had seen Gazi doing much the same, and she replied after a second.

I didnt care for it. I, ahwell, its complicated legally. Our judicial systems are different from yours.

How so?

And she had to explain it all over again. What was interesting was that the Agelum had a completely different take on the matter. No sooner had Ryoka laid out the case than Uzine began frowning and shaking his head.

This is why I cannot bear to see it. Our cousins arefair. In that they pass judgment regardless of rank and age. I could never do so.

Fair like the blade of the Hedags axe. It cuts too sharply. Which is why they vanished.

Gadrea put in quietly. Uzine turned to Igolze, who looked uncomfortable as the Agelum gave him a hard stare.

You put that poor girl in a labor camp? Igolze!

I have had enough of my kin passing judgment, Uzine. I may reconsider my rulingbut I do not believe the Agelum are fair mediators. Or what would you do?

The Lucifens voice was put-upon. Uzine glowered.

I? I would make a [Knight] of that girl! Offer her a place in the Thirsting Veil, or at least the Order of the Hydra, and let her be the one that falls upon that kind of wretch without mercy. As for that familythey knew of what passed?

Igolze folded his arms.

I will not speak of the case until I have heard the witnesses.

Gadreas glower was no less intense than Uzines.

Yet they did live under the same roof. In that case, sentence them all. Eat the family that would let such a thing happen and toss their bones to the worms.

Ryoka sat back as the two glowered fiercely. Visophecin turned to her as the Lucifen shook their heads.

You can see why we split our family between the two of us. Uzine and Gadreas kinmake poor judges of character.

They would have each murderer who killed in self-defense accept a knighthood. Self-defense is not always virtuous, Uzine, Gadrea.

Azemith retorted, speaking up for Igolze for the first time. Uzine sat back, letting the matter go, if not his frown. He turned to Ryoka, resigned.

I am glad you spoke to our cousins. They do not listen; we have had this argument for millenia, after all. If not always in the same places and contexts. Why, my great grandfather used to throw his celestial arms at

A cough made him break off, and Ryoka saw Visophecin tap a finger on the table. The Devil looked at Ryoka thoughtfully.

Igolzes judgment is but one case. Pray, tell us more about your systems, Ryoka Griffin. It may lie in the mere presentation of how we sit and judge. A jury is

The other three Lucifen sneered, but Visophecin did not.

undesirable. But I do take your point well about the impartiality of judges. Perhaps it is finally time to establish the royal courts and remove ourselves. The training process will take a decade.

Not to mention corruption within their ranks and overseeing them. They are also susceptible to Skills and magic, even if their character is impeccable. But I may agree at last when our kin debate the issue.

Azemith, Igolze, and Shierxun all nodded, which, again, surprised Ryoka. She took another sip from her orange juice. Nothing special. Just orange juice. It tasted a bit less sweet, butfresher than she remembered. Probably because there wasnt corn syrup and these were actually, genuinely squeezed from oranges. Was it wrong to miss the preservative?

Why the sudden turnaround?

Visophecin flicked his fingers, looking slightly amused.

Why, because you object to it so. Because if we present ourselves to your nations and are seenLucifen asideto fall behind in decorum, we are lesser. How can we seduce other nations and individuals to our cause without impressing upon them the quality of our laws?

The Lucifen nodded as one. Suddenly, Ryoka had to explain the concept of a jury of peers, recollect how a trial in the modern world was laid out, not to mention the court system

If there was a group interested in checks and balances and the formation of government, it was Visophecins people. Not Gadrea and Uzine. Gadrea promptly began ordering the latest delicacies. Uzine, after twenty minutes, put his head back and slept, only waking up when they were done and rising. He turned to Ryoka with a bright smile.

At last! Now you have seen our kins gift and pact with Ailendamus and Rhisveri. We shall show you ours, next.

Ryoka raised one eyebrow curiously.

Pact?

The Agelum smiled broadly.

Of course. Or did you come here without knowing? It is our deal, we oflong-lived persuasion. Our promise with Rhisveri. Did you think he kept it all?

He offered her a hand, and Ryoka found Visophecin pushing the wheelchair as he showed her what she had been looking for, in part.

The immortal bargain that lay at the heart of Ailendamus.

There were parts of Ailendamus that were truly wondrous. Like the Court of Masks, there were projects, areas, or simply parts of the nation that were amazing. And that was because they had immortal hands behind them.

Uzine was only too happy to elaborate to Ryoka how it had all come about.

When first we struck our pact with Rhisveri, it was of aid and mutual convenience. We hadissues. Did you hear what happened to the last palace?

I, uh, saw.

The Agelum laughed.

Teething issues. We werent the first, either! Some came to Rhisveri in a position of weakness, rescued like poor Gilaw. Others, however? He had to offer us something, so our dear Wyrm established the basic rule that governs us. A deed for a deed. What we wish for with all our hearts will come true if it is within Ailendamus powerif we provide an equal value, of course. Gilaw and Menorkel are far from that dream, but House Shoel has provided unending aid to the crown. Therefore

The entire system of law and justice falls to the Lucifen. As they desire.

Gadrea was being pushed by Azemith as the group proceeded through the palace. The Agelum got looks. The reclusive members of Viscount Visophecins family got looks. Ryoka, bare-footed, the Wind Runner, got the most looks.

Perhaps look was too simple a word. It wasnt goggle-eyed, more like a speculative gaze from afar from the court. The servants had wary respect for the Lucifen, eyed Ryoka like trouble, especially because of her bare feet, and looked as fondly at the Agelum as any servants of the palace.

They all had a reputation, which each group cultivated because they desired it. Agelum were well-loved busybodies. The Lucifen, feared and aloof. Ryoka was confusing.

So what did you ask for, Uzine? Or are we going to see it?

The Agelum waved a hand, smiling.

We do not have a set thing. Youve seen Sophridels conceit, havent you? Fitheas is within the walls. We Agelum asked for something that cannot be seen directly. And I must saywe relied on our cousins to fulfill the worth since we are so

He gestured at himself. Visophecin murmured.

The Agelum provide a number of useful talents. Not least training our [Knights]. Did you have a chance to meet any you remembered, Uzine?

The Agelum sighed.

Only a few. The rest are deployed or at war. And I can only swing a blade for a minute! But I didnt hurt myself, and it was quite fun, seeing how the [Knights] did. Their polish is lacking. I put eight down. Gadrea, ten.

They were the Order of the Hydra. The Thirsting Veil did better. Theyre acceptable.

The two Agelum were bright-eyed and missed Ryokas eyebrows climbing to the ceiling. As for what they had wished forUzine laughed.

A simple thing. In Ailendamusso Rhisveri has promised ushe will create a land where no one will ever die of hunger. Nor monster attack. The latter is nigh-impossible to achieve, I know, but the first

His eyes glinted.

It will be done. Such that, even if you have no coin, a [Healer] will see you. No child without parents will starve before a [Guard] finds them. I have seen it done elsewhere, and Rhisveri has implemented laws that make us walk towards that goal. Someday, I will have it fulfilled.

It was such a childish wish. Orinnocent. It was so genuine that Ryoka thought both Visophecin and Azemith slowed. She felt like shielding her own face from the simple compassion in Uzine. It made her uncomfortable.

It was likespeaking to Erin. She would have understood and been able to take the Agelum at face-value without making a joke or growing uncomfortable. Not Ryoka.

So, uh, no palaces of gold? Or statues?

She grinned weakly. Uzine gave her a blank stare.

No. That would be what Rhisveri gets. I dont understand his desiresbut I am not a Wyrm. We dont begrudge him his ambitions, so long as we get what we want. We have learned to compromise. Besides, for some, he is our only hope and shelter. Fitheapoor Fithea. She dreams of a day when he will give her a forest ten thousand miles across in every direction, untouched by even half-Elves.

That day will never come, even should we take all of Terandria.

Azemiths smile was crueler. Uzine shrugged his shoulders.

Then Terandria and Izril? But in the meantimeah, here we are. Part of her wish is this.

They came to a stop, and Ryoka found herself looking up at the Royal Gardens. Not the hedge-maze of outside, nor, in truth, even the colorful walkways where visitors were allowed. For good reason. When they walked through the vast archway, they passed through a long hallway with lettering glittering on the walls. Ryoka gazed upwards and felt nostalgia, again. The messagesrules for visitors, reallywere straight and to the point.

Littering is punishable.

Plucking flowers or any plants without permission is not allowed.

Do not stray off the paths for your own sake.

It is a crime to bring animals, insects, or other creatures into the garden.

Beware of the [Druids].

The area past the doors was so bright Ryoka shaded her eyes for a second. When she lowered her hands, she glanced up and blinked.

Um. What happened to the ceiling?

She stared up and wondered if theyd gone outside. For the ceiling was gone, and a bright, foreign sky, too bright for the day outside, shone down. The air felt more humidand Ryoka would have looked for the rest of the palace if it werent for the trees.

Thetrees she was sure that she had never seen before, because they would have been on-par with the palaces tallest towers. Gigantic redwoods, as large as any of Earths biggest, and stranger plants still.

One tree had branches that were just long, with these spreading leaves such that it was practically as long horizontally as vertically. Impossibly suspended leaves fanned outwards, casting shadows a hundred feet overhead on thin, magical wood that was bright grey.

It could not physically exist on Earth because no wood or tree could hold that kind of weight, as impossibly thin and long as the branches were. One gust of wind or simply gravity would snap that kind of architecture.

But here, this tree existed, and it was thin and spread aggressively, fighting for light and water with the other trees. It was just onebut Ryokas eyes widened as she looked up at the

Blue fruit tree? Waitis that a blue fruit tree?

The Agelum and Lucifen were enjoying her reaction as the Courier spun around. On the ground were glowing plants, ranging from mundane plants like thistles, in their dangerous glory, growing without being pruned, to Sages Grass to

It was like someone had taken a snapshot of every single plant they could and put it in this place. A vast preserve where plants were given leave to grow without end, even war with each otherbut the existence of every species was preserved. Azemith craned her head to look at the blue fruit tree.

It certainly has blue fruit. Please tell me that is not how your world names trees? What do you call apple trees? Red fruit trees? Thats the Amentus tree that Fithea wanted, wasnt it? Didnt the fruits poison some foreign diplomats son one time?

Poisonous pits, yes. I believe our Thirsting Veil Knights and the Ministry of Intelligence harvest the interiors. Its grown quite large.

Visophecin gazed up idly. Ryokas eyes bugged out as she stared at what she thought was a blue fruit the size of her head. What could Erin make with that?

This is Fitheaswish?

In part. There is a ceiling, but we hid it with magic. Dimensional spells. She desired this, but her true dream lies to the north. Forests where half-Elves are allowed to live in peace. She wishes for trees thousands of years old to grow. Another Great Forest. But it will take millenia to bear fruit; the site has been marked for such a forest to grow, but Ailendamus is only two hundred years old. Still, Fitheas dream may come true, if last of all of ours.

The way they talked. The Lucifen sounded encouraging, like someone talking about this long-term project a friend had. The Agelum simply rolled around, inspecting plants. Uzine cautioned Ryoka not to emulate their example.

This place is zealously guarded. Stay on the pathways, as the rules say. You wouldnt even have access without us. Oh, and dont pluck flowers. I know the rules say that, but the guardians really do get annoyed. See? Theres one watching us already. Hello! I learned my lesson last time!

The Agelum waved a hand cheerfully, and Ryoka nearly jumped into the air as she saw there was someone watching them.

The [Druid] was nearly invisible as she stood in a maze of sunflowers. Her clothing actually took on the colors of the sunflowers, a bright yellow and brown around her hood, drifting to green and then brown lower down.

Oh, and she was a Dwarf. The Dwarf [Druid]s yellow hood moved as she pointed a stubby finger at Ryoka. She had no beard, Ryoka couldnt help but notice, but she did have a half-mask of wood over the bottom of her face. She spoke, voice slightly muffled as she pointed.

You. Keep your wind harnessed. A sporing has begun. We will not have it blow across the gardens.

Er. Yes? Hello!

The [Druid] then ignored Ryoka and glowered at the Lucifen, who nodded to her. Viscount Visophecin raised one hand.

We are here simply to observe. Lady Fithea has allowed us entry.

She has.

It was a grudging comment. The [Druid] shifted her glare to Uzine, who snatched his hand away from some kind of carnivorous plant, which kept snapping at a finger. But he kept evading it just in time.

Ryoka felt like she needed to say something. She pointed at the woman as the [Druid] turned away.

Uh, uhwait! I have something to say! NNathNathiNathal

The stuttering made all the Lucifen look at her. Gadrea leaned over to Visophecin.

Is she having a heart attack?

Let me check.

Azemith began casting a spell as Ryoka finally got it right.

Nalthaliarstrelous! I know him.

The [Druid] had been turning away impatiently, but at that name she looked back at Ryoka. The Dwarf woman raised her eyebrows.

Nalthaliarstrelous of Vale Forests Circle?

Ryoka nodded as Visophecin added that detail to his notes on her. The [Druid] stared long at Ryoka.

I know his name too. Good for you.

Then she walked off and vanished into the underbrush without so much as moving a branch. Gadrea and Azemith laughed as Ryoka stood there.

Name-dropping did not impress [Druids]. However, the final immortals present that Ryoka saw that evening concluded the decision she was coming to.

The Singer of Terandria was here, and the [Popstar] was dancing, singing, and captivating the entire palace. Most people were talking about her or the war, but Ryokas own arrival had resulted in the rare visit of the Agelum, Lucifenand other events.

Like the Singers very arrival, although Ryoka could not know that. What she did know and even participate in were the plays.

The what.

Ryoka Griffin rubbed her ear as she sat at a late lunch with Sammial Veltras. After her visit to the courts and garden, Ryoka had gone to see him.

Their fortunes had changed such that neither were exactly a prisoner. Sammial was, more than Ryoka at least, but since she had paid her debthe was given a free rein of the palace, albeit with an escort, and so was she.

That actually cut down on the problems the two caused. In fact, Sammial had spent all the morning in company.

Princess Oesca of Ailendamus watched Ryoka as she ate with a hovering [Nursemaid] glaring daggers at Ryoka and Sammial. The [Lord] speared a bit of sausage with a dagger and ate it with a grimace.

What is this? I hate it.

Ryoka eyed the green sausage.

Why did you get it, then? Excuse meplays?

She turned to Visophecin, who raised his brows as he politely sipped at some soup, manners impeccable. He nodded, but Sammial cut him off.

I got it because it was green. Duh! It tastesweird.

The Lucifen eyed the offending sausage.

I believe it is made entirely of plant-matter. For half-Elves and other guests who would prefer not to eat meat.

No meat?

In outrage, Sammial dissected the sausage. Ryoka took a piece and found it beat other vegetarian sausages shed had. Indeed, the [Lord] chewed on his food furiously and relented.

Its good. If I put some fat gravy on it, Id really like it. Do you have any?

He turned to Oesca, and the [Princess] hesitated.

I think we do? The [Chefs] can make everything, Sammial. Miss Ryoka, would you like some?

Ryoka shrugged, then amended her statement.

Er, I wouldnt turn it down, Your Highness, but I dont need any. Sammialwhere are you going?

To get some gravy. Sausage needs good gravy. Aunt Buscrei told me that. Oesca, lets go find some.

That objectionable statement aside, what made the servants and bodyguards look on in horror was Sammial hopping off his chair, taking Oesca by the hand, and dragging her towards one of the kitchens. The [Princess] followed along, nervous and excited by turns at this breach of decorum. And Sammials aura meant that the [Nursemaid] had to fight to catch him.

Ryoka and Visophecin looked on as Ryoka chewed on Sammials sausage. She turned back to Visophecin and found he was staring at Sammial.

I do not interact with children often. That young boy seems unusuallygifted.

The Lucifen frowned after Sammial. Ryoka shrugged.

Ive seen weirder.

He focused on her with a slightly disbelieving look, which told her he really didnt meet children. Just imagine what Mrsha would do?

Ryoka missed Mrsha. She stopped eating. Then she went back to Visophecins statement, to Oescas delight and Sammials interest. And Ryokas surprise.

Did you say there were plays coming to Ailendamus?

The Lucifen nodded.

We have obtained copies of the plays from the Players of Celum, I believe. It took some negotiating, but it is my understanding one of the palace wings is nearly finished with renovations.

For plays.

For a theatre, yes. Sophridel requested it, and since it would fall under the arts and not just personalindulgence, Rhisveri approved the measure. Not that Sophridel couldnt have simply put the request through our own systems. Indeed, it was already proposed. He simply enlarged the project.

Sammial came back with about fourteen [Cooks], who placed a sample of over fifty sauces and gravies on the table. His first act was to dip a new sausage in a Sugarfish syrup and take a huge bite. Ryoka and Visophecin watched him in dead silence before Ryoka turned back to Visophecin.

How big is this theater, exactly?

The Lucifen pulled a folder out of the air and flicked through it. Princess Oesca watched the Viscount, normally so reserved, with great interest as she tried to copy Sammials example.

Your Highness, a [Princess] does not eat an entire sausage or dip in syrup like

The [Nursemaid] tried to correct her, and Oesca lowered it.

Just one bite?

Your mother would object, Your Highness. Im afraid I must insist. Perhaps a small sample with it cut up delicately?

Ohvery well.

Oescas face fell as the blond [Lordling] saw the nursemaid produce a knife and fork to manage her portions. Sammial, half-choking on a huge mouthful, still managed to force out one word.

Coward.

The [Princess] gazed at him as Ryoka twitched and covered a smile. Oescas brows crossed, and she snatched the fork and skewered the sausage.

Your Highness, no!

Ryoka felt a tap on the shoulder and turned from pride, death by maple syrup sausage, prejudice, and Sammial, and saw Visophecin adjusting his spectacles.

I believe it will seat up to six thousand people. The construction has takentwo months, and Sophridel implemented a number of design aspects, such as magnification of visuals, audioextensive illusory spells. A chandelier? Rosewood flooring

He frowned at the cost. Ryokas eyes bugged out at the numbers. That had to be wrong. But Visophecin just hmmed.

Sophridel is a lover of the arts, as you may understand. He was quitepassionate about the plays. I believe we have you to thank for the copies of the plays arriving. Your name helped persuade the Players of Celum to send them.

Me? Waithow do you know?

The Lucifen gave Ryoka a steady look.

You are listed on file as a close associate with the Players of Celum. It is not difficult to read a piece of paper. With an appropriately trained intelligence network, of course.

But I didnt tell them to give you anything.

Visophecin blinked at her.

No, you did not. Perhaps the Players of Celum felt it was in their best interests to ingratiate themselves with one of Terandrias biggest nations. Or that this would help your situation. They may have sent a [Message]. I could check?

No. Its justso youre putting on plays?

Would you like to visit the theatre? I believe Sophridel may be presiding over the affair.

Ill go too! Ryoka, you dont take me to interesting things! I wanted to visit the garden! Lets go, Oesca. And get your friends. Plays are interesting! Thats what Ryoka told me. If she lies, well blame her.

Sammial waved a hand furiously, and Oesca, dabbing at her dress, looked up.

I do have lessons

Stuff your lessons! Just tell them to go away and use your aura. I do.

But Im a [Princess]

Ryoka and Visophecin could have stopped this as Sammial sneered at Oesca, but neither one did. Ryoka because she slightly approved. Visophecin probably because he found it intensely amusing.

Exactly! Youre a [Princess], and Im a [Lord] of House Veltras. No one tells us what to do!

Dont listen to him, Your Highness. Hes Izrilian. Please, your mother will be furious

The [Nursemaid] whispered on Oescas other side, like the Angel to Sammials Devil as Visophecin watched. Unfortunately for the [Nursemaid]the real Agelum wheeled over, having decided Sammial knew the way of eating sausages. Gadrea furiously masticated as she spoke, eyes gleaming.

Are we going to see the plays? I will go too! You only live once, Princess Oesca. I would rather not waste a single second! Visophecin, we might even have to make you do some acting! He would be a natural, wouldnt he? I would love to see him try to cry on stage.

She beamed. Oesca looked into Gadreas eyes, and Ryoka wondered if Queen Oiena would try to have her killed. First the [Knights], now this?

Sammial blinked at Gadrea and glanced at Ryoka uncertainly.

Whore you? Youve got weird eyes. Why are you in a moving chair? Cant you walk?

Rather than take understandable offense, Gadrea just laughed and held out a hand.

I am Gadrea, Visophecins cousin. My eyes are strange to you, arent they? I cannot walk, and I have heard you are from House Veltras, young [Lord].

His eyes narrowed, but Sammial did shake her hand.

I am a prisoner, you know.

I know. But not a poorly treated one, I hope? You must tell me if you are. And tell me about House Veltras! I have always wanted to visit, but I couldnt. Some of my family hunted in Vale Foresthow is it?

Sammial found his match in Gadrea and actually walked with her rather than running ahead as an odd congregation marched down the hallway.

Its okay. Boring, really. We cant go anywhere fun, and Father says the forest isnt as cool as it used to be. It used to have Unicorns and whatnot. Im not a poor prisoner, I suppose. That old Duke keeps taking off her clothing, though.

He pointed at Ryoka, and [Princess] Oesca looked horrified at Sammial. Visophecin turned his head to laugh, and Gadrea eyed Ryoka.

Interesting. I might have to have wordsbut it is Rhisveri. Let me assure you his intent isdifferent. Not un-nefarious, but differently so than a lech.

I know. Ryoka loses her clothes all the time.

The Wind Runner was about to kick Sammial out a window. But then Oesca turned to her.

You do know so many individuals in Ailendamus, Courier Ryoka. Viscount Visophecin isseldom at court. I find it so very exceptional.

She hesitated as she inclined her head to Visophecin, and he gave her a perfect bow. It was a searching comment, and Ryoka replied as blandly as possible.

Couriers meet people, Your Highness. I hope you dont take Sammial at face value all the time.

Oh, I dont. I know young men are prone to exaggeration, and Ive heard my brother. Sammial is adventurous, though.

Oesca had a mix of envy and amusement on her face as she regarded the chatting Sammial. Then she leaned over to Ryoka.

My mother is very unhappy with you. I do hope youll stay safe. She told me not to emulate your example.

Which part?

I thinkany of it.

Ryoka thought that was fair, but she saw Oesca glance at her again.

Even the trousers. Is it so very common, as Sammial suggests, that Izrilian [Ladies] can wear it? Anddo other things?

Ryoka turned beet red. She decided to tackle the less mortifying question first. No, wait! If she was in for it

I dont think either thing is wrong. Although the other thing is, uh, private. We should be allowed to do what we want, shouldnt we, Princess Oesca?

The girl brightened up as Visophecin looked at the whispering duo.

I think so too! But I am a [Princess].

Her face fell, and Ryoka felt compelled to give her some sinisterly honest advice.

I happen to know a [Princess] who uses a sword, does her own cooking, and even fights monsters, Princess Oesca. As far as I know, she levels up from it. And she told me onceshe didnt level up by doing the proper thing. I think shes gained, what, fifteen levels in a year? And she definitely wears trousers.

She gave Oesca a wink that a [Nursemaid] watched with the deepest distrust. But when Ryoka finished speaking, the woman, whod been walking a good fifteen paces behind them, snapped her head up.

[Detect Improper Learning]Your Highness! Please disregard whatever that woman just said! It is most likely a lie, anyways.

Oescas own mouth had fallen open. Ryoka, the diabolical influence, saw her stare uncertainly backwards and then twist something on her finger.

A ring. She peered at Ryoka.

Were you lying, Miss Griffin?

Umnohey, whats going

Ryoka felt herself suddenly being pushed away from Oesca. Hard. The [Nursemaid] was moving her apart from her charge, and even Visophecin stepped back, although he looked more like he was just doing it so he wasnt inconvenienced. And it was too late. A Level 40 [Nursemaid] should have been here, not some low-level amateur.

Because Oesca had just used her ring to cast [Detect Truth], and her eyes were as round as gold coins.

Then they arrived at the theatre, and everyone stopped and gasped.

My! What have they done to the Tenniath Wing?

Oesca pointed as they came to a clearly new construction, with [Masons] still working on the outside. Ryoka gazed through an archway as Sammial ran forwards and shouted.

Its huge!

Sophridels theatre was indeed one of the biggest venues for any actor that Ryoka had ever seen. The Met, which she had seen in person, looked incomplete compared to this room.

Mainly because Ailendamus had no cap on a budget or space. Unlike New Yorks limited real estate, Ailendamus had no lack of land, and they had dimensional magic on top of it.

So yes, the first impression Ryoka got was of a room so vast she had to crane her head back. It had all thatgravitas of a cathedral.

And her first thought was, this is going to suck for a play. Because a play should be intimate, not dwarfed by the building itself. Then she realized there was a trick to the room when she gazed at the room itself.

Ryoka saw seats enough for six thousand people to sit in a broad semicircle around the room, and she again thought those on the edges would have a terrible angle because it was too wide. In other words, theyd have a view of the back-stage, which modern stages obviously accounted for, and were thus more vertical in design to put people at more appropriate angles.

However, Ryoka had given Sophridel too little credit. The Elemental of Masks might not have seen a play in its current incarnation, but he understood how plays had to be.

The instant Ryoka and the others focused on the play, the room distorted. Not visibly or in a sickening change of perspective, but suddenly the stage felt like it was mere dozens of feet from Ryoka. And the people walking about on it were as large as life.

Ah, those would be the magnification spells we paid for.

Visophecins voice was close by, but simultaneously far away. Rather, Ryoka saw and heard, even smelled a strutting man on stage rehearsing his lines before Sophridelor rather, the fake half-Elf Sophridel pretended to be.

Ryoka inhaled the faint scent of blood, saw the mans torn clothing and the rapier in one handanother man was lying, grimacing as some very realistic blood and organs spilled out of his stomach. In fact, Sophridel spotted Visophecin, Sammial, and the others, and raised a hand, and the magnification spell abruptly ended.

Ryoka staggered as she felt herself standing far, far away from the stage. Sammial raced down the steps, shouting.

Amazing! Thats so cool!

He leapt onto the stage as Ryoka followed him and heard Sophridel speaking.

We will adjust the gore and blood. Realism is a conceit; balance the two. No smell of rot and less of blood. It need not rain on the audience, either. Perhaps a dissipating magical rainno, not for the first iterations.

Absolutely, Lord Sophridel. But I dont know if I can match them. I, ahwere only Level 8. If we had just one of these Players

The nervous [Actors] on stage turned as they found a [Princess] in the audience and became even more apprehensive. Visophecin nodded to Sophridel.

We have come to observe your work, Sophridel. Does the theatre match your desires?

The theatre, yes. But the actors will require much, much work to create a satisfactory performance. Perhaps months of practice. Justice must be done to each work before I will allow it to be witnessed.

Sophridels voice was a sigh. Visophecin raised his brows.

I believe the crown will desire a performance far sooner, to justify the cost and showcase the event, Sophridel.

Unacceptable. Art cannot be sullied by a performance ill-made. We have few experts, and the few images of the plays are insufficient, as are mere scripts. I requiresomeone who has seen how it is done. I would like to send the entire cast to Izril to witness a play at First Landing. Perhaps for two weeks. Then return here.

Visophecin exhaled as Sophridel raised his arms. He was a largely unemotional speaker; Ryoka suspected an Elemental would be rather logical and dispassionate. But he had a fire when he spoke like this, for all it was contained.

Sammial looked disappointed, but then leapt on stage and began to badger the [Actors] to let him try their rapiers. Visophecin glanced at Ryoka.

As it happens, perhaps Ryoka Griffin would care to instruct the actors? I believe she has witnessed some, if not all of the plays.

Instantly, all the [Actors] turned to Ryoka, and Sophridel himself peered at her.

Ryoka Griffin. You are a being of many surprises. Which I understood from your presence in the Court of Masks. It is a refreshing revelation to understand you also have a soul. Those without art are lost.

He spoke like some kind of theater kid. Or the most passionate art-lover ever. Whichhe was. Ryoka remembered the being of masks as she lifted her hands.

I do enjoy a play. But I cant dictateI mean, I can tell you a bit, but Im not a good actor. I dont have the class

He ignored her, practically pressing her forwards and demanding she show the [Actors] how to stand and face the audience properly, projectwatch their plays. Visophecin observed as Gadrea and Sammial dueled to the side. She tapped his chest with the tip of a rapier as he stared at her.

How are you so good with a sword? Youre in a chair!

Ill wager your father could beat you seated, couldnt he, young man?

Yesbut youre good! Lets do it again! Oesca, grab a sword, and well beat her!

And so the [Princess] did. Ryoka watched a [Lord] and [Princess] fencing with an Angel out of the corner of her eye as Visophecin, Sophridel, and the [Actors] talked shop.

We must go, Sophridel. Ryoka may return later. But she has other obligations. As do you. I remind you of tonights banquet. And our gathering?

Visophecin had to tear Ryoka away at the end, but Sophridel refused to let her go without a promise to return. She looked at the passionate director and immortal, his eyes alight as she retreated.

I havent seen Sophridel so happy in a long time. It truly does matter to him. And you have a gift with a sword, young man!

Gadrea patted Sammial on the head. The [Lord] would have snapped at anyone who did that, but he gave Gadrea a wary bow. And rubbed at his bruises. She had taught him actual swordcraft and struck him a number of times in their bouts.

As well as the [Princess], who had already been healed. But Gadrea was an even-handed teacher and had happily cracked two bodyguards on the arms when they tried to stop her.

So passed Ryokas day. And as evening fell, and she took stock of the immortals projects that helped define Ailendamus, Ryoka saw it.

Fithea, the Minister of Forests or whatever her title was, was responsible for many half-Elves in their villages, untouched by Ailendamus rule. Sophridel tended to the arts and created the Court of Masks, which helped him.

Visophecins people ate Ailendamus criminals and created their courts. There were more immortals still, and the one above them all, the Wyrm, Rhisveri, launched wars and made his kingdom powerful so that it might be his guard and tool.

All of it was far from perfect. But there was goodness to it too. So Ryoka came to the conclusion that had fallen over her sincewell, since her last meeting with Rhisveri. What she had wrestled with since getting to know Itorin and realizing what Ailendamus was.

As she walked with Visophecin back to her rooms to take a bath and freshen up, Ryoka turned to the Lucifen. He was watching her, and so Ryoka said it then and there.

I forswear it.

The Viscount raised his brows.

Forswear what, exactly?

Ryoka looked at him.

My attempt to steal from Rhisveri. You can use a truth spellI give it up. Ive paid my dues to him, and weve settled things. Ive seen Ailendamus. Its not a perfect land

She looked around at the vast palace, made up of pieces of other palaces, kingdoms crushed. She looked at Visophecin and knew what he ate.

But if she was going to point fingersshe shook her head.

Its not perfect. But its not my enemy. Moreover, I dont want it to be. I dont want Rhisveris enmity, or House Shoels, or anyone elses. I wantto save Erin. And you helped with that.

She had read the scroll and seen them all trying. Ryokas voice trembled.

I want to go back and see her when she wakes. I want to bring Sammial home. Thenthen I can focus on the other battles. But Ailendamus isnt one of them. If you can, Id even pay you to send a [General] to Erin. At the least? I think Ive done all I can here.

The Viscount stopped in his tracks and regarded her. Ryoka exhaled slowly and looked around. She stopped looking at Visophecin as a possible enemy. She really didnt want to fight them. So she smiled and saw his lips curve up, just for a second.

Gadrea wheeled by Ryoka in that moment. The Agelum looked at the Courier and grinned.

Did I just hear you forswore strife with our nation, Ryoka?

The Wind Runner nodded, still shaking a bit with her resolution. Gadrea eyed her and then looked at Visophecin.

That was not one of my concerns for the fate of the kingdom.

She rolled past Ryoka, laughing as the Wind Runner felt a surge of nostalgia. Immortal humbling. However, Visophecin shook his head slightly at his cousin.

I think it is just as well, Gadrea. Especially because a citadel-class warship and one of the Five Families is at war with our armies because of her. With her help, we may de-escalate the problems in this war.

Ryoka smiled in relief and nodded. The two kept walking, and as they were discussing how to do it, Visophecin pulled something out of the air and frowned at it.

I just received a [Message] from Rhisveri to check the scrying orb. Wistram News Network. Let me see

The two saw the orb flicker to life, and both of them saw a half-Elf, soon to be an Archmage, standing in the halls of Wistram. Ryoka saw Grand Magus Eldavin giving his famous address as he was given his new rank.

Oh! Eldavin!

Miss Griffin! Do you know him?

Ryoka turned. Princess Oesca had come running, hiking up her skirt. She waved at Ryoka.

Please have a pre-banquet repast with Father and Mother! Father wants to speak with you about matters of state, and Mother, umwants to speak with you too. We have some of the popped corn you told us about!

Visophecin waved Ryoka off as the Wind Runner shrugged. She followed Oesca and arrived just in time to see the Archmage of Memorys coronation.

It really was good shed given up on the entire war thing, Ryoka reflected as she licked her fingers and tasted the buttery popcorn. How could she really see herself fighting Itorin, who she liked? Even if Oiena was giving her sour looksRyoka chewed on some popcorn and wondered what Eldavin was up to. Did he not remember?

She chomped down on her popcorn, feeling more relaxed than she had in a long time. Then she frowned as she began to catch wind of what was going on. She watched Eldavin turn to address his audienceand then cast a single spell. She slowly went dead white.

Ryoka thus had a front-row seat to seeing people in super-armor flying over Ailendamus army, Wistram entering the Dawn Concordats war, and Eldavin, Archmage of Memory, blasting his way into Terandrias spotlight. The roomwas so very quiet as the royal family looked at her, and Ryoka choked on popcorn.

That familiar pain in her stomach was back. But the churning wasnt of the rapids in the river. The river styx had just turned into an ocean, and out of a whirlpool came a Kraken of anxiety.

She should have known, really. Murphys Law, remember? Ryoka Griffin and de-escalation had never been friends.

It never failed to surprise Rabbiteater how unprepared other species were for battle, let alone war.

Three days had passed since they had made their dramatic raid and escape, and already morale was fraying around the edges.

Mind you, the fighting didnt help.

Wind, be my blade!

Ser Markus raised his sword overhead as they charged towards a group of surprised [Soldiers] from Ailendamus. It was a pell-mell melee, and Pheislants forces were skirmishing with the column of armored warriors.

Both sides had walked right into each other. Oh, they had [Scouts], and the Spring Knights with actual stealth-Skills had spotted the enemy. Unfortunately, they had been spotted, so the Order of Seasons had elected to charge rather than waste the moment.

Markus was raising his sword overhead as he bellowed, and it was a stupid move. Because even in armor, his guard was down. A [Crossbowman] on the groundwoman, whateveraimed the contraption up at him. Then heard a loud donk sound.

Hm.

Rabbiteater had just hit her as hard as he could with the flat of his battleaxe. Definitely a knockout blow from the way she dropped, and she probably had a concussion.

Stop leaving your guard down, you idiot!

Meisa raced past Markus, charging another group of scattering archers. Markus, shamefaced, whirled his mount and saw a rider coming his way.

Not another [Knight], but the [Rider]s spear looked like it was wickedly sharp. Had it grown barbs on the tip?

Definitely a Skill. However, Markus didnt use a Skill to create the rippling air around the blade of his sword. Even as Rabbiteater watched, circling Markus from the side to intervenethe Spring Knight flicked the wind off the blade, then whirled it.

A practiced move. He might be new to his newfound power and level, but he knew how to fight with his aura. The gust of wind was no sharp blade, but it did slam into the [Rider], and Markus opponent flinched. The Spring Knight swung his blade into that guard, and one-two

Rabbiteater saw the blood and the falling figure. Markus actually reached for a potion at his sidebut there was nothing to heal. Rabbiteater rode past him and saw a charging man with a pike. He bent down, swung Headscratchers gold-jade axe, and cut the weapon in two. The shaking [Pikeman] raised his arms, and Rabbiteater pointed at him.

Yield?

I yield, Ser!

The [Soldier]s voice shook with relief. Rabbiteater nodded genially.

Okay. Helmet.

The man stopped as he tossed his shortsword down. He hesitated, but the axe aimed at his face made him fumble it off. Rabbiteater took the helmet, inhaled the sweat and cramped fugue, and then turned and tossed it as hard as he could.

Another satisfying donk as it hit a [Knight] from Ailendamus dueling Talia. She knocked her opponent off their horse as they staggered and glared at Rabbiteater, but the Goblin just rode past the [Soldier].

Yielding was so stupid. Any Goblin worth their salt would stab him in the back. But since it was a custom, he was happy not to kill the Humans. But Rabbiteater did insist on his twist; he demanded helmets. It took a bit of work putting a helmet back on, it was easy to tell non-combatants apart, and not having a helmet was a big problem that discouraged people going back on their word.

Nonsense, Menorkel. I was just finishing upfour days, then. If nothing comes up. I should actually make sure Im not called upon to give a speech. The Master of Ceremonies sometimes prevails on me if theres a sudden absence, and I oblige herbut it is good to have advance warning. Courier Griffin, Menorkel.

He bowed and retreated. Menorkel practically hopped from foot-to-foot as Ryoka stared after him.

The Singer of Terandria is here, Ryoka! You have to come with me to one of her concerts!

Huh? Me? Why?

Because Im terrified to go myself! And Ill never get to speak to her or show her my songs! You said they were good?

Whyeah. Theyre reallydid you know Regalius was nearly married to a [Princess]?

Ryoka pointed to Regalius, still stuck on that. Menorkel shrugged.

Whatoh. Yes, it was a huge scandal. I remember that. He was exiled with his brother for years, until they redeemed themselves. They were on the border? Something like that. Regalius is very helpful, Fithea says, since hes so responsible and does coronationslets go see the Singer! You have to come. Nemud and the others are too dry since they were at House Shoel, and Gilaw wont go.

WhMenorkel, listen. Im a bit

Ryoka felt herself being dragged by the Titan. Here was the thingthere wasnt even the chance she could stop him. She could dig her heels in and break her legs, but Menorkel looked so eager she had to oblige.

Actually, I want to speak with Fithea and the others. Will I get a chance?

Maybe later. I dont know. Can you believe the Singers come here? She refused to come to Ailendamus for so long, I wonder what changed? I would have gone to see her on tour, but I cant leave the capital without permission or an escort, and Fithea wouldnt go. Did you hear her sing? And dance? Its amazing. I saw her do that techniquemoonwalking.

To Ryokas amazement, he let go of her arm for a second and repeated the trick. He seemed to walk backwards across the ground.

You werent supposed to be able to do that without a slippery surface! But Menorkel did! It was a sight to see a ten-foot half-Giant do that.

No, Titan. Ryoka recalled how good hed been with the baseball bat, not to mention how strong. If he was related to Greek Titans or that guy in the lands of the faeshe wondered what abilities he had.

Menorkel, uh, can I ask a few questions if its not confidential? And werein the open.

Menorkel glanced at Ryoka and grew a bit warier.

Ithink I can answer them. What about?

Uh, how old are you? And what kind of abilitiesdo you have? Sorry, Im just really curious. What about Gilaw?

Menorkel sighed.

I think Im twelve. Fithea raised me, and we counted since she found me, so Im twelve in that sense. I grew up for a long time before thenIm probably older than Ailendamus, but I think of myself as twelve. Which would be younger, if you understand.

He raised his brows, and Ryoka gazed up at him. Twelve was obviously wrong. So he meantyounger than Ailendamus, which was 200.

So he was a hundred and twenty years old. To confirm, she muttered.

Thatsby ten, not by a hundred, yeah? And you dont count the time before meeting Fithea? Why not?

Menorkel nodded.

Thats right. And I dont count the other parts because I didnt do anything. I was justthere. Trapped. Its a long story.

His eyes shifted much like Regalius had, but Menorkel was not a man in his early thirties who had made peace with his past, so he didnt elaborate. Ryoka saw him shrug as he went on.

Im not magical, if thats what youre asking. Im really just like a half-Giant. Rhisveri keeps telling me to practice fighting, but I dont like it, not like Gilaw.

Does sheshe can, uh, turn? I mean, she rides a Griffin.

Yes. Thats one of her abilities. Shes juststronger. Faster. Shes a Great Knight by our standards, but shes still young, which is why she doesnt fight in wars. Im a bit stronger than her, but I dont want to fight. I want toyou know. Sing.

He whispered that last part as if that was the big secret here. And Gilaw was strong enough to match other Great Knightswhich made sense since she was a Royal Griffin.

So you dont, uh, have any other talents?

Im strong, I guess Im toughand I have two points of view. Thats about it.

Menorkel looked embarrassed, and Ryoka felt she was pressuring the teen. She scratched at her head.

Okay. Uhwell, Im happy to go with you to meet the Singer of Terandria. Id like to meet her too, but I doubt itll be easy.

Why?

Menorkel gave Ryoka an odd look which she returned with interest.

Because shes the most famous [Singer] on the continent?

And youre a Courier. If anyone would be able to meet her, its you.

Oh. I guess youre right.

When they got to the place where Cara was rehearsing with her band, Ryoka got to assess the Singer of Terandria, Cara OSullivan, and the caravan that had carried her across the continent at last, without surprise or panic. And she noticed some interesting things.

Firstly, Cara was from Earth.

It was the aesthetic. It was the songs. True, she could have murdered someone and taken their iPhone or found something by accident, which Ryoka had always banked as an outside chance, but Cara was too knowing. She sang words from the clearly-adjusted pop and rock songs and performed like someone from the modern era.

She mixed in elements of all the kinds of celebrity that worked. She was a personality, and it was manufactured.

Ryoka saw a five-foot-something girl, maybe a bit taller than average, but certainly shorter than Ryoka, who looked caucasianand was probably Irish to judge by her name. She didnt have any noticeable wounds on her face and hands or other unique details, although she was certainly fairly fit.

That was all Ryoka got physically, because Caras dress and even hair changed to match the [Singer]s needs. One second, she looked like she was walking out with slightly curly, brown hair, waving at the cheering crowd of young people in a casual, if slightly odd white-and-black outfit of a modified t-shirt and pants

The next, her hair shimmered, lengthened, developed gold strands, and she disappeared behind a curtain and came out in a blinding outfit of metallica like a popstar. No, Ryoka realized.

A [Popstar].

Her personality changed too. What did she call her fans? Cara put a mic to her mouth and shouted into it. Not a wire-and-electronic contraption eitherthe head of the microphone was a glimmering red sapphire built into a light metal base, which magnified her voice as she shouted.

Hello my shining stars! I know youve been waiting all dayI told you, were performing tonight! But youve all waited out hereso just a preview, alright?

They cheered madly, and Ryoka recognized the mentality as well. Cara had certainly brought the idea of celebrity to this world.

And Ryoka didnt like it. She frowned and nearly jumped out of her skin as Menorkel cheered and Cara launched into a song.

She had speakers, or she could generate music on command! It was like having a portable karaoke machine, and Ryoka didnt even know if the band was necessary; a few had come out, and one, a drummer, played along, but the guitarist and bassist didnt.

Was it all show and glitz and glamor? Ryoka turned her attention to the band members themselves next and sawEarthers.

Definitely Earthers. They were all Human, which was one sign, but the way they behaved was too familiar. The guitarist was signing autographs, while the other Earthers watched Cara or the crowd. One even pointed at Menorkel as they talked quietly. Ryokas eyes narrowed as she saw someone from inside the wagon come out.

Did she see the flash of an LED screen for a second there? Well, Ryoka bet that was how they got their music.

So you had this Singer of Terandria, who clearly plagiarized every popular song from Earth to make her career here. Ryoka wasnt about to take her to task for thatit was hard to survive, and Erin had taken plays.

But she felt like this Cara had a target on her back from Wistram and all the rest. Stillshe wasnt a bad performer. When she spoke, every eye locked on her, and she had a presence that reminded Ryoka of the Players of Celum. Or even Erin.

A stage presence. Ryoka saw her entire caravan of wagons could create a wooden stage, and she had bodyguardshalf-Elves, Dwarves, as well as Humansand an entire team to keep her people rolling. Even what might have been a mobile kitchen. Cara had magical illusions, security, and she clearly didnt hurt for coin.

What the Wind Runner didnt realize as she watched it all, semi-disapproving, was that the Earthers were noticing her. Why? Menorkel was dancing around, attracting almost as much attention as Caraand he was a good dancer; no danger of stomped toes with him!

Why indeed would a Courier, who looked like she was from Drath or somewhere else entirely, with two missing fingers and the power to harness the wind be noticeable? Oh, and the bare feet. A puzzler.

Hey, its the Wind Runner. Ryoka Griffin. Do you think its her, the one we came for? She doesnt look like shes in trouble like Cara said.

The caravan of wagons was parked in an entire courtyard in the palace. They didnt have to sleep there, but Cara had requested it for the sake of entertaining her fans. While she performed on the temporary wooden stage they could deploy, her audience danced on the grass, to the horror of the [Groundskeepers].

And there, eying the entire caravan as she stood, arms folded, in the shadow of the dancing half-Giant boy, was the Wind Runner. The wind blew around her light clothing and her long hair at every moment, and a few magical items glowed on her body to anyone with the sight; an amulet, two rings

The band saw her. The tall girl realized they were watching her and pointing.

Is thather?

Rae wasnt playing with Thien, so she, Greg, Abebi the [Manager], and two helpersall Eartherswere observing the Wind Runner. She knew she should be playing, but she couldnt turn it on like Cara, who could perform at any moment.

Was that her? A CourierRae knew how famous that was, and she had seen Ryoka Griffin on the news. It was surreal just seeing her here. She had some kind of weird, magical armband, and she looked

Well, like other Couriers. Weird. Bare feet, yet surrounded by a magical wind and standing with a giant guy! Young man. In Ailendamus, where, according to Cara, the situation was dicey.

Yet Cara refused to tell anyone, even Abebi, everything, so they had to play it by ear. Greg objected, but Greg objected to a lot of things, and he was only too happy to sign body parts and cards.

Greg. Cara was going to kick him off the band and send him back to Safety later. That was the name for the place. Rae didnt know where it was exactly, and that was good, because no one had heard from Elena in Wistram, and she had sworn she would come back within a month if she could.

That she had not was proof there were no real allies there. Anyways, Greg making his own list of people he wanted to jump into bed with wasnt important. The Wind Runner was.

I can go talk to her.

Abebi slipped sideways, but Rae whispered urgently.

Cara said not to! Were being observed, and youre the [Manager].

The young woman hesitated. Cara had said that, but

We have to talk to her before she leaves anyways. Ill be careful. Maybe Ill ask if she wants to do a delivery. Theres worse people to do it. Ill be subtle.

That was true. Rae had gotten used to performing, enough to make this big important trip, but she was terrified of messing up and letting the secret out. Cara was as cool as glass, and Thien could do it, but he was doing a drum solo as the [Singer] took a gulp of water.

One more song, my lovely stars!

Her next song made Rae frown.

Is she just lip-syncing?

Normally Cara sang every song, but Abebi shrugged.

Shes phoning it in. Dont worry; they love it. She needs to head inside and rest, anyways. Were only doing a few songs, but the banquet is going to be big. Well probably only get groupies, but Cara has to impress. Now, let me get to her

But Cara said

True enough, Cara finished a short two-minute song as Abebi and Rae argued. She waved, blew the audience a kiss, and, to their disappointment, walked back to her trailer.

Odd as well. She normally did crowd work as Cara put it. But she must have been saving her energy. Abebi was just about to ask Thien to go out there.

Okay, not me. Thien chats the Wind Runner up, okay? He pretends hes interested in herits a Greg move, but its convincing. If she knows us and she has towe get to talk. If not, we know somethings up, alright?

Rae could agree with that. But they could also get Cara. The two were hurrying over to Thien when Abebi saw something and went white.

Oh no. That bastard. That Creler-headed idiot.

Rae looked over and saw the worst person, ever, sidle up to Ryoka. She watched from afar as Greg introduced himself to the aloof girl, put his arm around her in a hug, and she recoiled.

Greg!

The two nearly went ballistic. Thien, sweating, looked up as he backed away from the crowd held back by security.

Oh fuck. Is that Greg chatting her up?

Someone get me a wand. Im going to kill him. Wheres Cara?

Abebi looked around. The [Manager] took a deep breath.

No[Summon Subordinate]. Greg. Get your ass over here, or I will penalize you with a Skill so hard your balls drop off!

She pulled rank. Rae felt like it was too late. Greg must have been resisting it because the Wind Runner was alreadyreluctantlywalking away with him as he chatted her up, eyes appreciatively on her chest. Talk about bad impressions. Abebi was frothing at the mouth, and she might have actually blasted the young man in the back when someone spoke up.

Geeze, Abebi! Whats with the threats? I was just talking to them! I didnthey, whats with the looks?

Greg hurried over, worried, as Abebi, Rae, and Thien turned and goggled at him. Greg looked at them and then peered into the distance.

Wait, is the Wind Runner going? Whos that withis that me?

His jaw dropped. Rae spun with a sudden suspicion. When all the Earthers barged into the wagon that Cara had definitely, 100% gone into and had no way out aside from a tiny window everyone would have noticed her squeezing through

There was no one inside.

I am going to kick this guy in the balls, Earther or not.

Sleazy was the word for Greg. But he was Ryokas way of meeting with Cara. She really hoped he wasnt as stupid as he soundedbut he had asked if they wanted to talk in privateand if this was an act, it was a good one.

Listen, I can totally get you in touch with Cara. Im her lead guitar. Do you know what that is? But Id love to get to know you. Are you friends with that giant dude? Hes still with the band.

Iam. My rooms are here. Theyre warded.

They were after the Rhisveri incident. And guarded, too. Or rather, Ryoka was. Greg smiled widely.

Awesome. Heywarded. Good to know, right?

He gave her a wink, and Ryoka twitched. It probably passed for a smile. She ushered him inside and spoke to the air.

Well be in private, thanks.

Someone half-materialized, and Dame Chorisa gave Ryoka a nod. But the Thirsting Veil Knight couldnt help but give Ryoka the most dubious look of all time.

That one? Ryoka glared at her and shut the door. She heard a voice from inside as she turned, praying that the Thirsting Veil [Knights] knew her better than this. Not because it mattered or would ruin her pretense; if anything, it would help. But Ryokas dignity

Whoa. Amazing digs! Nice bed.

That was it. Ryokas patience had lasted about seven minutes on the quick walk to her rooms. It snapped. She strode after Greg with a growl in her throat.

This had better be you acting, because if you think

She stormed into the room, fist clenched, and saw a young woman with brown, frazzled hair shaking her head out. She wore casual clothingfrom another world. Worn jeans, a shirt that had been carefully mended and patched, and she bore a single locket with a beautiful sigil of a scythe and crossbow, a coat of arms, melded onto dark metal over her chest. Two rings flashed on one finger, and when she turned, her light blue eyes pierced Ryoka.

Cara OSullivan, the Singer of Terandria, waited as Ryoka came to a dead stand-still. She looked Ryoka up and down, and her voice was far more precise, trained to enunciate, and direct, without mirth or hesitation.

Thats better.

There she was. Ryoka Griffin had, for an instant, a familiar feeling. The sense of walking into a cave, bleeding and dying, only to find a strange old man who turned out to be a Dragon. Or walking through a forest to meet three strangers sitting around a sword.

Looking up to see the Winter Sprites. You were expecting something else, or nothing at all, and there they were.

The difference was, it was a mortal who created the feeling. And this timeit was mutual.

The Singer of Terandria looked Ryoka up and down as the Wind Runner hesitated. She shifted her weight onto her back leg, the tips of her fingers in her pockets, thumbs hooked into her belt.

Casual.

Careful.

The wind rustled around the small room, blowing indoors, and Caras eyes flickered. Singer and Runner stood there in dead silence as Ryoka hesitated.

But only for a moment.

That is an amazing Skill. Cara OSullivan?

Thats me.

A hand with three fingers rose, and Ryoka extended it. Cara blinked down at the hand.

She didnt take it. She twitched and folded her arms. Ryoka lowered her hand as Cara smiled faintly. With a reservoir of reserve.

Pleased. Well and truly. I know Ive sprung this on you, but I didnt think we were going to get another chance, and you didnt seek me out earlier.

Oh. Im sorry. I was considering my move

I get that. And in light of that, can I ask the most pressing question? We can get to the niceties and history later. But I do have to knoware we secure? I have Tier 5 obfuscation spells. But if were not, we need to be done or I need to know that.

She spoke rapidly, Ryoka noticed. To Ryoka, it was analogous to Jericha or someone used to giving orders. But the confidence in leading the conversation? That was her. The question was fair too. The problem was

I think were secure.

The Singers eyes narrowed.

Thats hopefully a yes or a no. Can we be secure?

Um.

Against Lucifen magic or Rhisveris abilities? I have to believe that Rhisveri is careful around me. Plus there was the incident with the [Knights]. The Lucifen are sticklers for rules, and they tend to regard me as a guest. So the odds are low

Ryoka hesitated too long before replying. Cara looked to a window and frowned outside.

We could go to my caravan. Its theoretically more secure. Or if theres anywhere you can personally go

The Courier halted her with a hand.

No. Sorry, that wouldnt work. If we are watched or someone suspects, that would really tip them off. And if they want to listen inwe cant stop them. But I dont think they are. So were probably safe, but I want to be honest. Its more likeif were not safe, were never safe. Its not about the quality of your spells. It doesnt matter.

Cara OSullivan stopped, mid-step, which took a considerable amount of physical coordination, and just turned her head to Ryoka. The Wind Runners heart sank at the sheer, exasperated look she got. It was somewhat familiar.

Okay. Lets go with that. I didnt like that answer, but if theres nothing that can be done, then were on to question two.

Iahokay?

Cara seemed used to this. She was the fourth Earther or group of Earthers that Ryoka had ever met in person. Was that right? Erin, Laken, the Magnolia groupshe was on the scrying orb, and Ryoka had speculated with Erin and the others for so long about her. Now she was here, she was completely changed from the bright Singer.

Frankly, without makeup and all the glamor, she was virtually a different person. Ryoka saw the bones of the Singer in Carasomeone had clearly taught her how to sing, and she was coordinated. But the woman was simultaneously direct and irritable. Or maybe that was just the classic Ryoka charm at play.

Question two: are you in danger? Do you need help?

What was it with the hard questions? Ryoka knew it was meant to be more direct, so she hesitated and shook her head.

No. Not immediately. I have asituation, but Im resolving it. Did you come here to meet me? Or?

The Singers eyes narrowed fractionally as she looked Ryoka up and down again. She exhaled, slowly, and replied.

Blackmage told me you ended up here. And Ive known who you are since I saw you on the scrying orb. I wouldnt come to Ailendamus for that. You did see my music video, didnt you? Youre half the reason I arrived here.

Oh. I did see the video. You were not a fan of necromancers, Ailendamusand you hinted that Calanfer and half-Elves were good allies?

Caras lips smiled a bit sardonically.

Glad you got the message. It pulled in about eleven people. Thats worth a budget of about fifty-six thousand gold coins, isnt it?

Fifty-six thousand?

Most of it went into spells or reserving Wistrams time. Yes, Ailendamus is filled with shite. I dont think I need to tell you that? I was under the impression you were a prisoner.

Shite was pronounced like someone from the United Kingdom. Well, Caras name was a huge tip-off to her origins. Wasnt it the name of a famous singer, though? Ryoka saw Cara looking expectantly at her and tried to explain. But the Immortals

There was a problem both women were clearly facing. Which was that this sudden meeting was inevitable, desired by both partiesand neither one was willing to lay their cards down.

Ryoka because she couldnt. Some things like Rhisveris trust would probably end up in her actual murder if she let it slip, and she didnt put it past the Wyrm to have a trigger-spell like the one Azkerash had placed on her. For that matterno Necromancer talk? What could she say?

Cara seemed to have a similar set of reservations, but with a different twist. Ryoka saw her frowning as she tried to explain.

You know Aaron? Blackmage? Iyes, I was a prisoner. But I sorted it out.

You sorted it out. One second, to my knowledge, you were in House Veltras. I sent you a [Message] spell. The next, you were in Ailendamus. Thats not just a Tier 5 spellthats the kind of magic that should be myth and legend. Can you tell me what happened?

Itscomplicated. How do you know Aaron, again?

Caras eyes narrowed further.

I talked with him. Hes in communication with some other Earthers.

Really? Who? Where are they?

At this point, the Singer of Terandria looked around Ryokas fairly expansive bedroom and began to walk about. She passed by the closet that used to hold a teleportation spell from Visophecin and then turned to Ryoka.

Ill tell you everything thats safe. Right now, what I feel like I can say is this: Im the Singer of Terandria, yes. My band and I tour the continentwell, weve done mostly the lower halfearning money, getting famous, and acting as a beacon for people from Earth. Anyone who we find, whos trustworthy and not being followed, we take in. They go to a place called Safety. Its our base. My band and Iwere in the limelight. And we have a target on our backs from at least a few groups. I, personally, decided to take us here when I heard you appeared out of nowhere. And to try and end this fucking stupid war with the Dawn Concordat.

It was everything Ryoka could have guessed, but hearing it made it soundmore impressive. Safety? There was a place? Andend the war?

Ryoka almost smiled, but Cara went on, staring her in the eyes.

Im a high-level [Singer]. [Popstar] is my exact class, but dont let it fool you. Its a good one. Im also a [Thespian].

Whreally? Thats so interesting. Are you a fan of

Cara lifted a hand, and Ryoka broke off. She sensed Caras deep distrust now.

Im willing to try and break you out if youre in danger, Ryoka. Or find a way to get you released if thats the issue. But I need to knowwho spirited you away? How did that happen? What do I need to know here? At the very least, why do you claim that a Tier 5 spell wouldnt keep us secure? Do you know how powerful a Tier 5 spell is? Youre a Courier. Is someone capable of breaking that?

The questions were pointed, directand all of them tangled with the exact things that Ryoka couldnt say. The Wind Runner bit her tongue hard as she fumbled for the most economical answer that contained helpful truth.

I cant tell you what my situation is, Cara. Im glad to meet you. Ive metothers. From Earth, but we dont have that kind of organization. I cant speak about my situation, but its a noble thing youre trying to do. Maybe fruitless. But Id love to help. I agree the wars foolish! But can we just say that theres some high-level people who exist around here? Thats what Im tangled up in.

She thought that was the easiest and fairest way to explain it. Just think of the Illuminati. If Cara didshed get it. The Singer said nothing, face unreadable, as Ryoka waited. She could feel the faint prick of sweat and spoke after an uncomfortable silence.

Iuhhow did you get here? Where are you from?

Instead of replying to that, Cara sighed.

Okay. This has been really unpleasant.

Ryokas heart sank. The Singer looked at her, frustrated, and there was a snap in her tone.

Im here. I came into what I regard as hostile territory where I could possibly be executed because I thought you needed my help. I understand theres a situation.

There is. I wish I could say, but

Cara spread her arms.

Theres something. I get that. However, Im here. You see me, I see you. We are from the same world. Earth.

She said it, and Ryoka almost looked around to see if there was a reaction, but Cara was glaring at her.

Everythings on the table here, Ryoka. If were not on the same side, thats how it is. But youre giving me mysterious answers rather than anything concrete. So either I have an invisible [Super Assassin] breathing down my shoulder

She flicked a hand as if to catch someone out.

or you dont trust me or we really arent on the same side. And thats my nightmare, because someone is going to sell us all out. And when they do, I need to know I can trust anyone Im up front with. I didnt come here to dance about. Lets try this again tomorrow. You can think about what youre willing to be honest about.

With that, she began to stalk for the door. The Wind Runner felt

Well, she felt it was unfair because Cara was right and wrong. Right because Ryoka had given her spit for two questions about listening spells and how shed got here. Wrong because those were the questions that Ryoka could not, under any circumstances, answer.

Oh, and also because Ryoka felt like Cara was speaking down to her. A previous Ryoka might have tried to kick her in the back and gotten a frying pan to the head.

This Ryoka? She just sighed as Cara stormed away.

The Singer of Terandria ate, breathed, and manifested stress. If there were an [Aura of Stress]and there probably wasshe was close to learning it.

The Wind Runner might be the first traitor to Earthor at least, someone who had allegiances to powers on this worldthat shed met. And if it were Ailendamus, she was dead.

At the very least, she was a ball of mysteries wrapped in aggravating string, and so Cara walked, to calm down, take stock, and try this again.

It probably should have been Abebi here, anyways. She was reasonable and personable. But she didnt know what Ailendamus was capable of. Cara had told her, but she hadnt been there.

Every second Cara walked in this gigantic, ludicrously opulent palace, she felt like she was walking amid the corpses of people she knew. And she laid it all at Ailendamus feet.

Afiele and Ovela. Sins of the Kingdom of Glass and Glory.

So she left. Or tried to. Because as Cara heard a sigh, the Singer also heard a faint sound of something being unclipped, and an alien noise. Was ittshing? As onomatopoeias went, it was notable because that was not the rasp of a blade in a sheath. It was entirely foreign.

The Singer swung around, suddenly terribly afraid. Was this it? Was it all a tr

But the sword wasnt aimed at her. And was it even a sword? The Singer of Terandria stopped, dead still, because while she had seen it from afar on the scrying orb, it had been tiny and looked like the Kaalblades, or a version of them, retailing now from the House of El at reasonable prices, shipping not included. And she had bought the line about it being an artifact.

Up close? There was no way she could see the glowing, flat blade of projected light extruding from the strange handle, the neon-bright glow that lit up the Wind Runners face, the Windsword as some called it, or as Ryoka knew it, the Faebladeas anything other than something out of science fiction.

Ryoka Griffin met Caras eyes as the Singer stopped, and all her assumptions about who Ryoka could possibly be or her ulterior motivesfloated out of her skull. Ryoka Griffin slightly smiled.

I really want to say, there are more things in this world than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Cara. But I think thats sort of lame.

Cara met Ryokas gaze as the magicno, technological sword winked out with the squeeze of a hand. She walked back over and took an abrupt seat in a chair.

Okay. Im clearly not ready for this stage. Your turn.

In all her years of existing, Ryoka Griffin had never met someone who was more naturally suspicious or cynical than her.

It was refreshing and scary that someone like that was out there. But her name was Caraor was it?

You do know we can be tracked via scrying spells? Sorry, throwing that out there.

Yep. But scrying spells dont, uh, account for kanji or non-English lettering. It helps me out a bit.

Interesting.

Cara was drinking some tea. Ryoka hadnt been about to make it, but the Singer had some for her throat, mixed with honey. It was still less sugary than how Magnolia took it, so Ryoka had a cup.

She was reminded of the complicated talk shed had with Magnolia Reinhart, but this was different. For one thing, the biggest issue between them of Earth wasnt a problem. It was the rest that they were negotiating about. Cara looked up after a second.

The Faeblades hilt sat on the table in front of them. She kept eying it but didnt move to touch it. Still, it had convinced her that Ryoka was willing to talk, so she was far less visibly wary as she nodded at Ryoka.

Lets both agree there are things we cant talk about. Safety, for instance. No one but me and a few others know where it is. Even people we take to it dont know exactly where. Thats for our sake and theirs. Theyre not prisoners; they can go. But I wont have them lead people to our doorstep. Because there are people hunting us. Lets get into that. Everything you and I think we can share, that any side, anyone from Earth needs to knowwe put on the table, agreed?

Absolutely.

Ryoka smiled a bit weakly, but Cara didnt. She glanced at the hilt of the alien sword.

I, uhhuh. Sorry. My head is spinning. I can go first. I think youve got the more interesting story, and believe me, I didnt think it was possible.

Was there a hint of smugness there in Ryoka? No, nojust satisfaction. Just a smidge. Cara looked at Ryoka and then launched into it.

From the topIm Cara. Thats not my real name, but I am from Ireland. Swear to it. I came here from Earth in the year of 2018, from Galway. One second I was coming out of a theatre and crossing the streetthe next I was in Noelictus.

Noelictus? Is that, uh

Its a nation to the west. Noelictus, the Kingdom of Shade. They have lots of undead. Lots of farmingI was there throughout the fall and into winter. When I left, I started up as the Singer of Terandria. Small-time at first, but I used pop songs and my levels to make a name for myself. The rest you can guessI built up my reputation and tried to find other Earthers and established Safety.

Ryoka blinked.

Wait, hold on. Sorry

Firstly, it was amazing that she had created a song-empire or the start of one from just landing inan undead kingdom. Or a kingdom with undead, unlike Khelt, Ryoka supposed. However, what threw her from the start was

Cara obligingly halted and saw Ryoka frowning.

Im from Earth. Obviously, sorry. America, Ohio. I was on a jog. But I came from Earth in 2016, and I arrived just before fall too. Last year, I mean.

The Singers eyes instantly narrowed.

ThatsI wont say impossible. It leads me into another point. Times different. I met someone from 2017 who came after meor so close that our timelines mixed. And recently? Guess what year it is on Earthat least from people arriving?

Ryoka had a terrible feeling in her stomach.

2025?

2021.

Oh. Well thatsfive years for one?

Cara saw that Ryoka wasnt even that blown away. Shocked, but not stunned. Ryoka had some kind of context for this. Cara just shook her head.

Somethings different. The people from Earth are arriving later.

Could they be lying? Sorry, just throwing it out there. I met people from 2017, but Erinsomeone from Earthand I just assumed that made sense time-wise.

Cara shook her head again.

That was my first instinct too. But guess what they had?

Ryoka snapped her fingers.

Phones.

And laptops, tablets if were lucky. They have new songs on them. Even new movies. New tech and updatesIve seen it. Our world is moving faster than this one. Orsomethings up.

Caras fingers tightened until they were white on her mug. Ryoka Griffin just sat there.

Yeah. That checks out.

The [Singer]s head snapped up, but Ryoka gave her a weary smile.

Well get to it. I swear. Whats next?

Cara rubbed at her hair.

It takes all day sometimes to convince people of that. When theyre not crying and asking if this is a dream. You knowwell, you know we were connected via Blackmage? Some phone call. I didnt get it. It would have really helped, but I think I came after. The first wave, I assume you lot are, at least knew there were more people. But a lot have vanished or been collected up, and the next wave has no idea save for me and other hints that there are Earthers out there. It doesnt help that some right bastard told everyone this was a simulation; people are still saying if we die, we wake up.

Ryoka burned bright red, and the Singer gave her a pointed look.

No ones going to try that. But I do know about you from Blackmage. Aaron Vanwell. Hes at Wistram, you know?

II know. He got in contact with you?

Cara shrugged.

When I became the [Singer], yeah. I was on his radar. He helped me set up the song crystal stuff, but I havent been able to trust him. Hes in Wistrams grip, and theyve tried to grab me before.

Shit.

Yep. Hence my bodyguards. But he seems like hes trying to be helpful. When hes not a complete idiot.

Isympathize with that. Do you know other groups?

Cara began counting on her fingers.

Absolutely. And this is top-priority information: do not trust Wistram. Watch out for Roshal, just in general, but Aaron thinks some of them are grabbing us. Andtheres a group of Earthers on Rhir. A big one. You know about that?

Ryoka remembered the American-group. She nodded, slowly.

Yeah. So theyre well-known? Isnt a world power, the Blighted Kingdom

Fully aware of them. Wistram and the Blighted Kingdom havent said as much, but Im fairly certain both know the others have Earthers. They have a gentlemans agreement not to shout out what theyre doing, but theyre not on the same side.

Caras lips twisted, and Ryokas heart sank. The Singer watched Ryokas face appreciatively.

Im glad you understand why thats such a huge problem. By the way, regard all three groups as dangerous, if not hostile. I cant verify Rhir; Im not sending anyone to be killed by whatevers there. But I sent a close friend I trusted to Wistram, and she sent me letters proving shes alive. She never came back, though, and they tell me she likes it too much to leave. Which I have a hard time believing since she swore shed come back.

Ryoka wondered if there were a tea for ulcers, because she might be developing them.

I knew Wistram was getting people from Earth. They sent a [Mage] to grab some of the ones I knew. Twice, actually.

Damn. Is that confidential? Where they are?

Again, Ryoka hesitated, and Cara lifted a hand.

You dont need specifics. I get it. Justtell them that the Singer will help them if they want to come to me. Theres Safety. Half-Elves might be trustworthysome of them know me. Not as a species, but youd be surprised how they know each other. If you mention Piloriet the Musicianthey might help.

Piloriet the Musician? Ryoka decided to remember that. The Wind Runner just nodded.

In that caseLiscor is a safe place. And so isthe Silverfang tribe. Gnolls. Mention my name, and they might help. At the very least, I can call in favors.

Cara didnt write that down, but she too committed it to memory, murmuring the names. Ryoka decided Pallass, Grimalkin, Magnolia Reinhartless than trustworthy.

How about House Veltras?

Ithey dont know me, but yes. Good point. I think theyd help if someone mentioned me. Oh, and Riverfarm. Riverfarm issafe.

Caras eyes flickered. They were specific places that Ryoka was mentioning, and that wasnt nearly as secure as Safety.

Are the other Earthers safe?

Safe. Ish.

Cara sighed, and Ryoka elaborated slowly. She felt a growing pit in her stomach, but she said it. As naturally as she could.

We had a safe place. Someonean Earther had an inn. The Wandering Inn. But shes dead orher name was Erin Solstice. She might come back.

Cara stared at Ryoka, and the Wind Runner told her a story. What did the Singer see when she saw Ryoka Griffin?

At first, probably, an aggravatingly vague person. Suspicious, shifty. Literally barefoot, stammering. An oddball.

Then perhaps a mystery. Someone who had seen something.

Lastly, as Ryoka told Cara about her meeting with Erin and her life, someone filled with regrets. Hands clasped, shaking slightly, voice breaking.

I wasnt there.

Cryogenics? They killed her. They just

Cara had to stand up. She turned away from Ryoka. Hiding her face. When she looked back, the Wind Runner saw something behind the [Thespian]s own facade.

She had seen something too. But before they came to that, Cara nodded at the Faeblade.

So you were a Runner who didincredible things. Three death deliveries. And you kept doing it. You outran a Goblin Lords army.

She gave Ryoka a mystified look, and the Wind Runner had to clarify.

With help. Thats part of how I got this. Theres something else that I think I can share. Safety matters. Knowing who our enemies are matters. But there is a mystery to why we came here. And I think theres one real threat, and one clue.

Now she was calmer, Ryoka spoke more clearly. Cara raised her brows, and Ryoka laid out the best and only explanation she had. Something that Caraeveryone who could be trustedneeded to know.

Was it a risk? Absolutely. But if she could have talked to Erin after the Summer SolsticeRyoka would have told her it all like this.

Cara, there are more worlds than just this one and ours. Ive seen them. There are the lands of the fae. Avalon. Perhaps theyre the center, but I suspect theyre just one of many gateways. There are other realities, and even other Earths out there. Perhaps its as many worlds as there are stories. All I know is that they existbut the gateways from this world and Earth are few. But that was how we came here. Someone opened a door, and it sounds like its still open. And I think I know who.

Cara lifted one hand as Ryoka looked at her, hands clasped together.

Wait. I know its a mistake to say thisbut are you being serious? Avalon? Weve jumped from fantasy to myth. Im exceptionally suspicious, but you must admit thats hard to say with no basis.

For reply, Ryoka just looked at Cara. She had no object of the fae beyond Namas wraps, and she didnt think those would be that impressive. But the green eyes of the Wind Runner fixed on Cara, and the Singer turned.

The wind blew. For a second, across the trees and gardens outside, the wind kicked into a gale. But that was something every [Mage] could do. The Singer glanced dismissively outside. It was wind magic. Maybe not with Skills or a class, but

She hesitated. And stared out the window and into the air. For a second, she saw a swirl of autumn leaves, the first to fall, fly upwards. And the yellow and red and orange leaves formed a giant, smiling face in the air. Just two dots of leaves and simple lips.

Itwinked at her and floated apart. When she turned back, Ryoka had a bag open. And what spilled from it were stones, currency the likes of which Cara had never seen. Ryoka Griffin held up the very essence of magic, old runic stones. Obol of the Faerie King in one hand. With the other, she picked up the Faeblade and held it out to Cara.

An alien soldier gave this to me. This is coin of the Faerie King. Ill let you have a coin or two; you might be able to learn magic from it. Real magic. The kind that Skills and spells have nothing on.

She offered both to Cara, and the Singer reached out for bothand jerked her hands back.

She did not touch Ryoka. The Wind Runner noticed. And she hada sudden suspicion.

The Summer Solstice.

Cara wiped her hands on her legs; they were a bit sweaty. She looked at Ryoka.

I felt the Summer Solstice was odd. And that text message made me suspect Aaron or someone wasoff. But did something happen to you during the Winter Solstice?

Ryoka felt a chill race up her arms and back. Cara was sweating now, despite the gust of wind in the room. The Singer hesitated.

Did you meet anyone? Anyone off?

It was just a guess. The Wind Runner looked at Cara.

Which three did you meet?

Caras face turned pale. She hesitated, searching for words. Names she didnt have.

Names better left unsaid. Now Ryoka knew.

Erin had met them too. Had Laken? She had suspicions, but Cara just whispered.

I met three. Yes. A man who looked like he was dancing. Three women in one. And a younger woman with a bow. A warrior. They wanted to make me a deal. I refused to take their hand. I would have rather died there. I think they did something terrible.

Ryoka knew all three. And if Cara had taken each ones handRyoka nodded to her.

Good. Never touch them. Theyrethis is the heart of whats happened to us, Cara. You may not believe it. But Ive seen enough to believe. We are up against dead things. Dead ideas. But they wont stay dead. And I think they want to be believed in. They want bodies. Hosts. They want to be worshiped. The gods are dead. But you understandthey have to stay that way. Even talking about them, much less their names, is dangerous. Theyre memetic. Do you know what I mean?

Tamaroth. She wished she didnt know that name. A memetic threatnot memes, but something that grew more dangerous the more you knew. The worst kind of foe.

Ryoka Griffin was prepared for some kind of exclamation or more disbelief. After all, this was bigger than Avalon being real, arguably. So why did Cara turn dead white? Why did she look like she was about to vomit? Her lips opened a fraction. She gazed at Ryoka with frankthen she whispered.

You didnt see the text? I thought you had a phone.

Ryoka felt a sudden pit in her stomach. Laken had told her hed gottenbut she had assumed it was limited. Had everyone?

Mine was stolen. What text?

No answer.

Cara? What text?

Slowly, the Singer produced her phone and turned it on. It was listed under a simple number. Somehow, he had gotten it working. It was still there in her text log. Ryoka looked at it, covered her mouthand rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

Cara deleted the message. She had saved it. Now, she deleted it and turned to Ryoka when the Wind Runner finished retching.

Aaron sent that to everyone.

Hesmade a deal. He has to. Or hes compromised.

What did that mean? Neither one wanted to speculate. But Ryoka felt sick.

That explained why Oberon had failed to close the rift. Cara? She just looked grim.

Great. I thought the worst we were up against were fools and monsters and bastards. So theyre behind it all?

I would bet the rest of my fingers.

Ryoka raised her right hand, and Cara shuddered. She looked away.

I cant process this. I wont even try. But youve convinced me. Lets move on. If were talking about enemies, I have only two left. Ailendamus might not be trying to dosomething all-encompassing. Its just a warmongering nation with all that entails. I personally witnessed two attempts to destroy parts of Noelictus. They sent a [Necromancer] into the Kingdom of Shade to murder innocent people, and he killed hundreds. He raised an army of the dead. Ailendamus paid him to do it.

Ryoka felt her mortal fear turn different in her stomach. She stuttered.

Youyoure sure?

Cara looked at her and spread her hands.

I have no proof. But I personally witnessed it. All the evidence pointed to him being a sponsored assassin. And after thatone of Ailendamus war leaders invaded. Or tried to. He attacked Ovela. Both times I helped. I made the situation worse the first time. I had no idea what I did. The second

She closed her eyes.

Ailendamus failed, but I was involved. It seemed like they didnt notice me; I wasnt the Singer of Terandria then. But I came here because I know someone in the Dawn Concordat. I want to stop this war. I hope you can help.

Ailendamus hired a [Necromancer]? Ryoka wanted to believe it wasnt true, but she could just imagine Visophecin lifting an eyebrow and asking what was wrong with it. Or Rhisveri snorting and

Yes. Ill do that. II offended the powers that be, here. I cant tell you, again. Thats dangerous. But Ill help. Absolutely. I just dont know if we can do anything.

We have to try.

Cara looked resolved. She almost stood up, but one last thing reminded her of things left unsaid.

We can talk about the rest later. The band will want to gossip about Earth. You wont believe whats happening. Our disappearances have been noted. But one more thing. On the topic of monsterstheres little chance youll ever meet her. But if you ever should see a tall woman with a huge hat and strange eyes. Rings in her eyes. Her name isI shouldnt say it out loud.

It was always connected. Ryokas head rose. Cara was hesitating, so Ryoka spoke.

Belavierr the Stitch Witch.

Cara nearly jumped out the window. She spun.

You met her too? Is there anyone you havent met?

She looked almost exasperated. Ryoka grinned weakly.

I, uhencountered her. Briefly. But she wasnt after me. If she wereId be dead. Shes done other things that mean I have a grudge with her. Not that I think shed notice.

Mrsha. There would be a reckoning, but Ryoka doubted even the Faeblade would do much good. What about the other functions? Still doubtful.

Cara rubbed at her face, cheeks too-pale.

Im sorry.

Sorry? For what?

The Singer of Terandria turned to Ryoka, and her smile was mirthless.

I think I was the one who unleashed her. I ran into her, and she waswell. Making a kind of lair. I barely escaped, but I ruined her plans, and she evaded the Hunters Guild who went after her. You know how dangerous she is?

Ryoka nodded. And she looked at Cara with newfound respect. Singer was one thing. But to offend the Spider of Terandria and survive?

That was the last thing that made the two like each other. Something about pissing off powerful immortals, despite their differences. Cara looked at Ryoka.

I cannot believe you have no levels.

I cant believe youre a [Popstar]. And a [Thespian]. Whats your level?

Cara gave Ryoka a polite smile.

High. Its thanks to both classes I can even walk around in disguise. Did you like my cover identity? Thats Gregand he behaves pretty much like that. I played him up a bit.

Can I not meet him?

The Singer laughed.

[Alter Ego: Greg]. The worst Skill I have ever used, incidentally. It does give me some insight into his mind. I just wish I could tell whether its his nature orhim not having a fecking brain. But I can certainly appreciate the female body while Im in his shoes.

Ryoka just shook her head.

And here I thought the worst gift I ever got was an alien tech-blade that breaks if you sneeze on it with magic.

It does that? Could I try to?

Everyone wanted to swing a lightsaber around just once. Of course, you couldnt activate it.

Not unless you knew how to re-tune it. Which Ryoka did, or rather, added Cara as a registered user. Which she now knew how to do.

Instruction manuals were veryinteresting. Someone competent had written that one up. Even evolved apes could figure this one out. Honestly? Probably even apes.

Ryoka danced around Cara, not afraid for herself, but trying to let Cara know how sharp those edges were. The Singer gave her an amused look.

Whove you met whod slice their hand off like an idiot?

You have no idea. And pleaseremember, the gods are dead. I dont know who you trust, but its a kind of thing where the less people know, the better. And againIll absolutely help you as much as possible, but we need to pretend we dont know each other. We should come up with a cover story. Are you leaving as Greg? When do I meet you tomorrow? We should come up with a plan

Her stomach began to tie a Gordian knot now that the initial contact had been made. Now, Ryoka was worried for Caras group. If she had been against Ailendamusand now she knew about the dead gods, what did they do? Did they keep in contact?

Caras amused look turned to a quick analysis as Ryoka scrubbed her fingers through her hair. She turned, lowering the Faeblade as she turned it off.

Ryoka, inhale and exhale for me.

What?

Breathe. Slowly. Well work it out. We can improvise. Yes, Ill keep my cover. Im worried too, but breathe. Come to thatyouve nearly died how many times?

UhI dont know. Lots.

Ryoka saw Cara shake her head slightly.

This is just aquestion. Dont be offended, but did you by any chance have any medication you were taking? Im worried Ill meet someone who needs something we cant provide. And have you ever gone to a [Healer] and discussed nearly dying all those times?

Ryoka instantly grew defensive.

What? No. I had some prescriptions. Why?

Cara eyed her.

So you havent talked about nearly dying or checked on your health fora year? Which is longer than our years?

Nthats not a priority.

The [Singer] raised both eyebrows as Ryoka realized how that sounded.

So you dont have any regular [Healer], friends, or therapists that help you after you nearly die of being shot through the back or getting your fingers torn off.

I meanI talk about it. But Ive been busy. I was in House Veltras after that run, and I didnt get a chance to go back to the inn before Erin

Cara lowered the Faeblade. She put it down and turned to Ryoka with a bright, false smile. Ryoka backed up too late. Cara gave her a very gentle hug with one arm.

Im glad you didnt let me storm off, Ryoka. I should tell you now, I have a terrible temper. And you are the most aggravating girl Ive met. You breathe drama, and you have too many problems.

Ryoka frowned, but Cara just laughed.

You remind me of my best friend from Earth. We might get along after all.

The Wind Runner was affronted, in the midst of denying it, and trying to edge out of physical contact. Then her brows crossed.

Oh no. No, no, noIm not that friend, am I?

The Singer of Terandria just gave her a look that made Ryoka want to hop out the window.

They had more to say. But they both agreed that Cara needed to prepare for her performances and spread word. Besides, they could talk about Earth with Caras band, so they resolved to do that.

Cara was still in a bit of shockand just denial. She couldnt encompass all of what Ryoka had told her. She had to go back to other planets.

So an alien space-soldier gave it to you. What did they look like?

Uhorange. Weird number of fingers. Fairly humanoid, actually. But they werent all the same. And there was this trick with perception. They had amazing battle armor that did squat against magic. This was a gift. Honestly, Im glad it wasnt a gun or spaceship. But I could have used both. It probably wouldnt have helped, and theres proliferation of tech to worry about.

Proliferation ofyoure worried about that?

Ryoka frowned.

Youre not?

Cara gave Ryoka a cynical smile.

Itll happen. We cant stop everyone. Thats where I landed.

They had the same thoughts, but they landed on different points. Cara not worrying about that made Ryoka frankly incredulous and a bit jealous. But Cara frowned at Ryokas sword.

Is there any chance of hitching a ride to space? I assume theyre somewhat friendly and we can talk to them? Or going toanother world? Home?

She didnt say it with the same longing as some, but Ryoka realized she had to explain about the closed gateways. Cara cursed.

Wonderful. So its a one-way problem. And were closed off from the other places becauseof them? How many are there?

Six. And countless weak ones. But six matter. As for why were closed off, thats pretty much it.

The Singer closed her eyes.

So we have the interdimensional equivalent of a nuclear arsenal in this world?

Ryoka hesitated.

Maybe. But if it is, its aimed at us. Think of it more like a plague and no one wants to be infected. Orits Chernobyl. And the fallout is still coming down.

The Singer of Terandria turned to the Wind Runner.

You have a fantastic way with words. Anything else?

She had her hand on the doorknob when Ryoka snapped her fingers.

Oh yeah. Another dead thing is under Rhir. So stay away.

Cara turned back. Ryoka turned into a beet as she raised her hands.

Sorry. Forgot.

The Singer just rubbed at her brows.

Okay. I cantwell take it under advisement. Lets just go. Nowif I put my hand on your backside in the next few minutes

I deck you?

Please. Just no permanent damage.

Greg and Ryoka stepped into the hallway, and he was far less pleasant company. Still, there was something of Cara in Greg, but it was tempered byGreg.

He was not a Kevin. He might not even have been a Leon, frankly. Ryoka assumed there was some depth to his character, but Cara chose to play a simple impression of a young man who had one goal in life represented by many, many women.

Was it slightly unfair? Probably. Was it convincing? Ryoka sighed. Absolutely.

The two did realize something was up as they passed through corridor after corridor of the palace, though. The Singers arrival in Ailendamus was the talk of the palace, but the banquet was also a celebration.

Excuse me, Greg. Chorisa. Whats up?

The Thirsting Veil Knight appeared, and Greg nearly leapt into a wall with an oath. Greg-Cara gave Ryoka a look that said she was beginning to understand Ryokas paranoias as the [Knight] nodded to Ryoka.

I believe its the announcement from the front. The banquet is being rededicated. The Singer of Terandria is the star, but His Majesty has announced a celebration.

ForArchmage Eldavin wading into the war?

That was the only thing Ryoka could think of, and it didnt fit. Chorisas lips pursed.

No. You will hear this later. No doubt the other nations will dispute the rumor, but a great battle has been won at the front. The Dawn Concordat is in full retreat, and we are poised to take Krawlnmaks Pass. Our advance has reached one of Kalivs southern border-fortresses.

Ryokas eyes went wide with shock. Cara-Greg whirled.

What? I thought they were like, way away from there! Nice. Invisible [Knights]. My names Greg. Im a [Guitarist] at

Chorisa ignored him. She smiled at Ryoka, not bothering to disguise her patriotic pride.

News will spread, but no one will believe it. A Great General has taken to the front, the first in this entire war. Great General of Ages, Lady Dionamella, has broken the Dawn Concordats army, and she will not cease until Calanfer is taken.

A Great General? Ryoka had met a Great Knight of Ailendamus, but she felt a sudden chill at that name.

Whatswhy would no one realize whats happening until then?

Chorisa hesitated, perhaps not knowing the entire reason herself, but a smug voice behind Ryoka spoke up. A tall figure with a goatee that made Cara-Greg back up a step swept past them, pausing long enough to deliver the news himself.

Duke Rhisveri frowned vaguely at the young man, but he paid as little attention to the Humans as he could. But he did stop to tell the Wind Runner why. His eyes were filled with satisfaction, as was his voice, as he headed off to a quick meeting with the real leaders of Ailendamus.

That would be because she is my Great General. Not some half-wit fielded by lesser nations. I instructed her myself. She is a master of time magic.

He enjoyed the looks on the others faces, then walked on, chuckling to himself.

Competency. That should shut those whining flesh-blobs up who talk about strategic retreats. Competency doesnt lose to begin with.

Ryoka Griffin stood, poleaxed and possibly also gutted and stabbed as Cara whispered through Gregs lips. Just one name. Her friend, whose very nation and fate lay at stake in this war. Countless people, but Ryoka knew one [Princess] who belonged to the Dawn Concordat.

So did Cara. The Singers head turned south, as if she could see the 4th Princess of Calanfer.

Seraphel.

Seraphel du Marquin stood on the battlements of Aielefs fortress, never meant to truly be besieged. And never meant to be surrounded with her and two other [Princesses] inside.

But timerolled across the valley and the pass as fleeing [Soldiers] ran past the fortress and others headed for the gates.

They were already under attack. Ailendamus forces were in hot pursuit, and lance-arrows, regular arrows, spells, and riders were harrying the panicked retreat.

It should not look like this. The Dawn Concordat would have rallied an army in the middle of a defeat, rescued their stragglers, and tried to rebuff this huge forces advance before it could get this far.

HoweverSeraphel looked up at unchanging clouds. The ground below had shifted when the wave of time rolled over it. This entire battle, indeed, their siege had begun as someone had sped up time in a huge radius, letting them advance with a speed that defied comprehension.

A sneak attack worked if you had all the time in the world. She saw one of the Thronebearers race over to her as [Archers] tried to rescue as many [Soldiers] as possible. Some were being told to run on.

We cannot house you all! Retreat to Calanfer! Go, go!

The bulk of the defeated army raced onwards. Princess Aielef herself was arguing with the [Fortress Keeper], the commander, demanding the gates not be opened.

Ailendamus was coming. Their march was like thunder, but they had also employed massive, booming drums, and Seraphel watched a line of silver and purple and green snake down the valley.

Like some massive serpent from myth. Somewhere, the [Princess] could sense an impossibly powerful aura.

She was a [Princess] of Calanfer and could sense auras like a warrior, if not judge the pure martial prowess of it. But this one encompassed the entire army and more. Like a giant beacon similar to Pheislants lighthouses.

A Great General.

There was no chance of the three [Princesses], Seraphel, Vernoue, and Aielef retreating. The [Soldiers] were under fire, and if the three made a break for it, the Thronebearers leader had assured them that Ailendamus would probably launch an all-out assault.

So they waited. It would be a siege.

The third one in two years.

Aielef and Vernoue turned to Seraphel. Of all of the people present, even arguably the commanders, she was the most relaxed. Hands folded, hair blowing in the wind, she watched with a kind of weary resignation.

I truly should have abdicated my class. This is ridiculous. Noelictus and our nationsare they going to erase every nation?

No one responded. The drawbridge had lowered enough to let the last stragglers in. They would never make it otherwise; Ailendamus army was moving to encircle the fort. And to advance down Krawlnmaks Pass. They were already elongating, one huge arm spreading out. In fact, Seraphel suspected that only one force would remain here to bottle them up.

That was how many troops Ailendamus had fielded. She was turning; even with her enchanted tiara, it was dangerous to be above, and she had no desire to see more people die or distract the defenders. If they were all captured, well. They would hardly be treated poorly, she suspected.

It justwas. Seraphel only looked back when she heard a desperate argument break out.

Ten more minutes, Your Highness! Ten more! There are nearly a thousand [Soldiers] comingtheyll be cut to pieces against our walls if we dont!

They are nearly on top of us! Close the gates!

Aielef was shouting. But the [Fortress Keeper] was begging her to wait.

There are [Knights] in their number, Your Highness! We need them for the walls!

No! Close the

Hold. Hold the gates open!

Seraphel shouted. Her head whirled back, and she sensed something, nearly lost among the gigantic aura coming their way. The hostile presence had overshadowed manynearly a hundred smaller auras.

Seraphels eyes widened. She feltthe bright energy of Spring. Heat of Summer, even the refreshing strength of Fall, waxing strong here. The tenders of the gates looked up, and Aielef turned to Seraphel.

I am the [Princess] here! By my crown as 3rd Princess, I order you to

[Royal Rebuke].

Seraphel du Marquin had leveled during the last two sieges in Noelictus, in the company of the Singer of Terandria. Her finger flashed, and Aielef shrieked and stumbled backwards, tiara flaring protectively. The others gasped, but she shut up. And Seraphel was on the walls, shouting down, heedless of the danger.

Hold open the gates! Let them through!

The desperate band of the Dawn Concordats forcesand the banners of Pheislant and the Order of Seasons raced for the keep. And Seraphel looked down as Ailendamus advance slowedletting them in?and she looked for the strange aura among them.

Among the familiar auras of seasons, she saw a plain figure in armor riding through the gates, craning his head up. Seraphel looked down and sensed two auras coming from the figure. It reminded her of home. Home, and of courage. Like Cara herself, in fact. The Goblinslayer of Izril looked up and traced the royal aura upwards to its source.

Seraphel and Rabbiteater blinked at each otherthen the gates were closing, and the fortress lay under siege.

The fortress was surrounded. The Great General of Ailendamus, Dionamella, the General of Ages, who had personally been taught by Duke Rhisveri, learned the secret of Ailendamus, and been instructed by Fithea, House Shoel, and others

Preferred to be called Dioname. It was not much shorter, but Dionamella was too fanciful. She was composing a report back to the crown via [Message] spell, encrypted, but she gave orders.

Hold the siege here. Attempt to crack the walls if you must, but leave the [Princesses] unharmed at all costs. Martyring one will prolong this war and make restoring order in Calanfer far harder.

She looked to the time after this war ended in her decisions, and the lesser [Generals] and [Strategists] and commanders bowed to her will. Nevertheless, one did ask.

Why did you allow that force of Pheislant to escape us, Great General? If I may askwe could have attacked them.

The Great General shook her head.

They would have escaped our forward troops. We could have slaughtered two thirds, I have no doubt. But I have no time to waste on them. I would rather not have them harrying our back lines. We know exactly where they are.

She nodded at the fortress. Her fingers touched the staff she held, and her subordinates nodded. There was more to Dionames words. A double-meaning.

I have no time to waste on them. The half-Elfs fingers were an immortals fingers. Half-immortals. Like every one of her kind, she was caught between mortality and not. Some could grow old beyond counting, like the Claiven Earths. Or Archmage Eldavin, perhaps.

Feor was but a man who dyed his hair white. True age looked like

Dioname. Her hair was silver, and her hands had developed the faintest signs of atrophy, a fraying of the skin. Her face had developed the first lines. She was the oldest half-Elf most had ever seen and would see, even in the oldest, most timeless villages.

She was only a hundred and fifty-six years old, but she had lived that time as a mortal, born and raised in Ailendamus. Each year counted, not wasted. She had served as a warrior, [Mage], and [General] for nearly a century, but had not been called on regularly.

Chronologically? She guessed she was over sixteen hundred years old. The Great General of Ages sighed as she looked down the famous pass that had won so many wars. Was this her end? She smiled and waited to see how the Dawn Concordat would hold it. Then she raised her head to the sky.

To Duke Rhisveri. We have reached the mouth of Krawlnmaks Pass. Time dilation has ended. Our advance in real-time has begun. I await the final army of Calanfer. Please let me know if the Five Families are coming.

They would be a problem, but the Wyrm of Ailendamus had taught her well. The Great General looked ahead, then behind, and then to the sky. A great battle and, hopefully, victory approached.

But then, what was it she sensed? Something else on the wind?

In time, they would find out.

Authors Note: Gah. Thats a lotta words.

We have begun the delayed but hopefully awaited Rabbiteater-Tyrion-Ryoka-Cara-Rhisveri-Eldavin-Greg arc. And yes, all are equally important. I hope you enjoy and look forwards to the next chapter.

Ive got work to do. Real stuff work, which I hate. But the trick is doing the stuff I have to do fast as possible and getting back to writing.

Put me in a box like one of Sophridels mask-people. Anyways. Ill end it here since Im out of words to actually summarize how I feel. Wordy, after my break. Ill run out of energy soon enough but hope you liked it. Let me know and thanks for reading!

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