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“First things first. I should stay here. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know if this inn is safe—but it’s dusty. It’s got walls. So I explore. Also, I find something to clean all this stuff up with. I don’t want to use my shirt. Seems like a bad move, but I can’t breathe here without…okay. First steps. Pawn to E4. Pawn to C5. Sicilian Defense. Here we go.”
“I just wanted to go to the bathroom.”
“[Mysterious Blue Fruit acquired!] Dun dun dun dun!”
“…I hate this world.”
“Pawn to E5. Pawn to F4. Pawn captures F4—King’s Gambit Accepted. Bishop to C4, queen to H4. Check. Bishop’s Gambit. King to F1, pawn to B5. Bryan Counter-gambit. Bishop captures B5, knight moves to F6. Knight moves to F3…”
“…Huzzah. What a great skill! I mean, I might have to fight off giant crabs and Goblins, but at least I’ll be able to clean the floor while they eat me! I wouldn’t want to leave a mess.”
“Monsters, monsters all around. And not one of them looks edible. But at least there’s blue fruit that smells like cleaning fluid. And at least there’s a dusty old inn. And at least I have four levels in innkeeping. Huzzah for me.”
“Firewood. If I could cut the wood away, that is.”
“Pawn…pawn to E4.”
“Barely. They’re not that dangerous. They’re like kids. And I can beat up tons of kids even with knives. If I’m careful.”
“It could be flour. Or—alternatively, it could be cocaine.”
“Question. How did Mr. Skeleton upstairs die?”
“Upstairs. Fine. Hello darkness my old enemy.”
“Greetings. May we come in?”
“Great. My hand hurts, and now my arm hurts.”
“I have no sexual attraction towards Humans. Unlike you.”
“I did not believe a lesser one would be worth the risk. I shall make do with a replacement, and I will deduct the cost from my pay. Besides which, it was used to protect a civilian.”
“Me? I don’t like Humans. They’re scaleless, hairy, and they smell funny. I mean, this one’s nice, but I definitely wouldn’t want to see what it looks like under those clothes.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m glad we didn’t have to kill her.”
“Shut up. She just seems lonely, that’s all. Why else would a Human female want to hang out with a Drake and an overgrown bug?”
“Klb! That’s so devious! We can waste hours and say it was all an investigation! Now you’re thinking like a Drake!”
“Mammary glands? Breasts, I think they’re referred to. Or maybe the word is tits.”
“—It’s not that I’m not interested. I have an open mind! I wouldn’t mind looking. If I was offered. They’ve got nothing on good scales, but I could get over the fleshiness. Maybe.”
“Aw. No. Oh no. Am I…dumber than Goblins?”
“I could eat mushrooms! Or…maybe not mushrooms because ick. Or bugs? Wait—that’s just as bad. Plants, then. Herbs. And blue fruits. Okay—this fruit and this fruit and this fruit.”
“…Necromancy.”
“Yeah, and they have fragile bones. I’m sure mages are really scary when they’re far away, but wands aren’t good at blocking frying…pots.”
“What else could it be? I’ve played D&D.”
“Am I? Terribly sorry. Let me just, ah…”
“Pisces, practitioner of magic, student of Wistram Academy, specialized in the Elementalist and Illusionary schools of magic with additional competencies in multiple spell schools.”
“Take them. You look thin, and maybe if you eat them you’ll stop bothering other people. Thank you for your business. Come by again and I’ll feed you. Try to scare me and I’ll hit you harder next time.”
“Now look here, there’s no need for violence, Miss. I can see that you are no ordinary plebian fool but an extraordinary plebian. Believe me when I say that is a high compliment from a practitioner of the arcane such as I.”
“Anyways, we’ve gotta pay a fine if we lose it, so why risk it, right? I only need it when I want to prove who I am or pull rank, anyways.”
“I would be only too happy to. But I fear I was quite parched, and if you would be so good…?”
“And me. A second plate and a refill of my drink, if you would.”
“It’s early. Yes, I guess I am open. Come in.”
“…No. Sorry. It’s just been a busy two days.”
“Interfering with the weather? How? And what do you mean—magical rain? Like what?”
“Another drink if you would. My cup has run dry.”
“A keen observer would discern his opponent’s weaknesses and strengths and make assumptions based on their actions and ability. These two, on the other hand, are just using a Skill.”
“Good. For you. So what, a—mage did this?”
“Greetings, good Mistress. I was wondering if I could impose upon you—”
“How about you do the magic spell where you turn into a monster? I’d love to see that. Or better yet, do you have a spell to get out of trouble? Because you’re going to need one now.”
“I have only ever done what I loved. Slay me as well, you thoughtless fools. Just like all of my kind. One day—one of us will follow Az’kerash.”
“That’s what I think of your spells. I’m a former soldier of the 4th Wing of the Liscorian Army. I’ve killed more [Mages] than you have levels. Now, are you going to die quiet or will I have to pay for painting the walls red with your blood?”
“Nice last words. But remember—your Necromancer died here. Miles from this very spot. The Tidebreaker was his end.”
“Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well, this is outside your jurisdiction! You said it yourself—you don’t patrol my inn! Therefore, it is my inn, and I deny your city’s authority here!”
“I don’t care! You don’t kill people just because they practice stupid magic! And you don’t kill people just because you don’t like them! And you don’t kill people because killing people is wrong!”
“He didn’t want to tell you the truth! But he and I both know what happens to [Necromancers]. We—any mage possessing even a single level in the class—are all killed on sight in this part of the world! There’s no mercy for my kind here. The legacy of the Necromancer of Terandria, Az’kerash, lingers. Especially here, where his armies once sieged Liscor.”
“…I believe I am incorrect. Relc, the Watch has no authority here. This is an independent inn, and the [Innkeeper] is allowed to deny our authority here.”
“Not likely. I’m gutting you like a fish right here.”
“Drassi! This is the eleventh time this week! I’ve told you again and again, stop gossiping. I don’t care what your class is—enough. You’re friendly, but you’re also fired.”
“You sure it’s not him being… him, Drassi?”
“You. You’re stinking up this place with dirt and filth. I can smell the things you’ve rolled in. You haven’t washed in—dead gods. I’m covered in Shield Spider guts and you smell worse! Take a bath before you come back here.”
“Two coppers per ear…nah. Stick. Stick. You’ve gotta put them on sticks and—you know what? She can figure out how she wants to mount them.”
“Got you bastards. You can’t run from Relc! Damn, I thought there were three of you? Whatever. If Erin doesn’t love this—now I need to find some wood. Damn. I should be having dinner!”
“It was nothing. They’re no threat to me or anyone with a few levels in any warrior class. But don’t worry about those pests. I said I’d make it up to you, didn’t I? I’ll do something about them.”
“They’re interesting and entertaining, but they don’t have much inside their fleshy heads. I’d never trust a Human to have my back. Drakes stick together and Humans do their thing in the north, am I right?”
“And, uh, I’d like some oil too. Do you have another jar…?”
“Typical Humans. Walking in here, stinking up the market, and insulting any non-Humans you find. You should be grateful the Guard doesn’t run you out of the city! First that damn [Necromancer] comes here, and now this smelly one that can’t even read.”
“Still, she’s interesting. Erin, or whatever her name is. She makes a mean plate of pasta, let me tell you. And she’s tougher than she looks—I didn’t think any Human could survive out in the Floodplains that long. She’s funny too.”
“I truly hate this world.”
“I didn’t kill them, but it doesn’t matter.”
“Knight to D4. Pawn to E3.”
“They’re murderers. And so am I. Don’t kill them.”
“Many clues lead me to this conclusion. Your curiosity about levels and classes, your mysterious arrival, and this ‘Michigan,’ which is no nation recorded in any book or map. But most of all, it was this last moment. No Human would weep for a Goblin.”
“All those that Think—Feel. From Feeling do we Act. It is in Action that we Level. All those who Think have a Class. And it is in that Class which we find destiny.”
“Your leveling is stupid. Your skills are stupid. I hate your world’s classes, I hate your city, and I hate you.”
“The Antinium? We do not weep.”
“I mean no offense. It is simply that all beings know how classes and skills work.”
“Is there something you wish to ask of me, Miss Solstice?”
“I remember why I got bored of chess. There’s only one winner and one loser. The best game for both players is a draw.”
“I’ll make my own rules. And anyone that doesn’t like it can go to hell.”
“I am not gifted with perfect memory via Skill or otherwise. Let us make a proper list, and I will be able to see what you want, yes? It will take time, but we shall be more organized than me fetching this or that.”
“It’s kill or be killed in this world, after all.”
“You said he’s played for a few years, right?”
“So it is working. Tribes! Well, I suppose…they’re not the most common, and it is an expensive item. More gold than you have, Miss Erin. Not that I won’t sell it to you if you have, er, forty-eight more pieces.”
“Oh, do shut up, Ressa. You scared her off. Bare feet? Well, I have met her. Now, let’s see about entertaining Pryde, and if she disparages this drink, I shall toss it in her face.”
“If you can circle back this way, Miss—I’m Guardsman Wesle! Any help you can render the Watch would be greatly—”
“Great! I’ll let you know when it comes up.”
“I’ve never heard of video game characters dealing with this! How do you expect Lara Croft to climb mountains with a giant frickin’ diaper in her pants? I’d love to see Leia fighting stormtroopers on her cycle!”
“Bully me once, shame on you. Bully me twice—I get mean. And violent.”
“I hate you so much right now I can’t even explain.”
“Good day, Miss Solstice. What a coincidence running into you here.”
“I can see that. But I would have known it anyways. Terbore might growl at you, but we all heard about how you killed that Goblin Chieftain by yourself. That was some story.”
“The menstrual cycle. You know, that time of the month when you donate blood. When Aunt Flo comes to town. Shark week. The Crimson Tide. Parting the Red Sea!”
“Do I look like I’m in the mood to be bullied?”
“Because you’re a better person than they are.”
“Thus far, I haven’t found any people worthy of my assistance. Why should I help those who judge me in ignorance and fear?”
“I hate all bugs. Except for Klbkch. No, actually, I hate him too. At least flies don’t lie to my face.”
“I reburied them afterwards.”
“Amateurs are still amateurs. By the way, I’ll put the money you bet me on your tab.”
“I’ve heard stories of the Goblin Crusades. And witnessed one myself. The last time one occurred, multiple armies of Goblins rampaged throughout the north and sailed across to the Human continent, Terandria. There were at least a hundred thousand Goblins in each army, and their King had a million Goblins at his back when we pushed his forces out of the south. The Bloodfields.”
“How about baking powder? Everyone has baking powder!”
“Has no one here heard of Murphy’s Law?”
“This city. Liscor. It’s home to a bunch of Antinium—not the violent kind, the peaceful ones. But they live here, so that makes it a Hive. One of six in the world. The Black Tide, the Antinium from Rhir—we are the only city that allowed a Hive to be created. Because they helped fight off the Necromancer. ‘sprobably why no one wants to visit anymore. But hey, it makes us special. And the Ants do help a bit. Right, Klbkch?”
“Give me five—ten minutes, and I’ll have all you can eat. I just need to put on another pot. And make some soup. But I’ve got bread!”
“I played you two against each other. It’s the oldest trick in the book—I once heard of a guy who tried it against two Grandmasters and failed. I always wanted to do it just once.”
“…Would you like to play a game after this, by any chance?”
“Both, I believe. Um, how shall I put this?”
“Hm. In that case, I’ll move…um, I believe that’s Pawn to D4.”
“Then go. But there is one more thing I ask of you.”
“But I wouldn’t want to take you away from your work. Perhaps another time.”
“This Worker would not presume to…play.”
“I’m quite well, Miss Solstice. Or—may I call you Erin?”
“Ahem. These flies…how do they taste?”
“You can eat this while I get more food, okay?”
“Good. Good. And, uh, show me how this piece moves?”
“Really, my dear. It’s written all over your face. But besides that, I am a [Lady], and most of us learn [Sense Intentions] quite early. And I am quite high-level at that. So, therefore, sit.”
“Better. I know how to make it.”
“I am seldom so straightforwards, but I would like to talk with you. And you are so flighty, Miss Ryoka Griffin! It is rare that I meet a young lady as interesting as yourself.”
“Very good, milady. I’m sure the color will detract from the quantity you intend to gobble down like a pig for slaughter.”
“Common? It is not in Drath, I assure you. Surely you—but you are telling the truth. How curious.”
“I’m sorry, but I really should go. I’m very busy.”
“They’re trying, but whenever they fire at that monster, it just raises a shield. It’s got more mana than all of our casters combined. We need to get in close if we want a chance.”
“He can try.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Huh. Ice cream.”
“Oh, please. I know it’s a lot, but for a treat like this? Very worthwhile.”
“We must take the monster down. No Runner can get to us with it here, and no other adventuring team can bail us out. I am Beriad of the House of Minos. It would be a disgrace for me to let my team down.”
“Horns! Did you hear that? We’re going in. The Runner’s bought us our moment, and we’ll all buy her a drink. But I’ll be drinking it out of that Lich’s damned skull. Advance!”
“Do you, in fact, come from any place in this world?”
“The south? Oh, no, the Drakes would never tolerate my kind that far south. Nor would I if I was them. You know the saying, ‘better a serpent in bed than a Reinhart.’ Which is terribly hurtful and entirely accurate.”
“It looks perfectly fine to me, but—is there an ingredient missing?”
“…Which old man is it? The pervert or the lazy one?”
“Not Izril, Baleros, Chandrar, Terandria—well, maybe the Kingdom of Keys or somewhere new like…? Taimaguros? But she would know [Knights]. Wistram’s rare children know magic, and no one would be allowed to run around barefoot in Drath, the likeliest option, because of how rude that would be. Nor on Rhir for safety. And Izril? I am stumped.”
“Do something. Say something—where are your souls? You mindless, fake Antinium!”
“Me? What is the occasion, Watch Captain Zevara?”
“Not this time. Senior Guardsman Klbkch, apologies for the surprise.”
“Ten years. Well, it’s not exactly ten years, but it’s close enough to the day the Antinium entered Liscor. We thought this was the day to celebrate it.”
“They call me the Slayer. Come.”
“I was weary. Forgive me.”
“Fascinating. So this—First Queen laugh—in pieces. Today of all days.”
“wE! WE! a gAMe!”
“Klbkchhezeim?”
“Too bad I don’t have any preservation runes.”
“I would like to be known as ‘Pawn.’ It is a fitting name for this individual.”
“I understand sorrow. I understand regret for the death of individual Klbkch and Worker. I was wrong. It was a sad thing. For Klbkch. For the Worker. Then death is sad. Then it is all…sad.”
“I just am. That’s how it works. You don’t get to choose to be someone. You just are. Even if you’re not special. Even if you don’t want to be. You just are.”
“This one—I understand. This one has become I.”
“I do not understand. But—I am. And I too am sad.”
“If this one—is not—how are the many one? An individual cannot exist—the many are—how am I?”
“I. I am. But it is wrong. All is wrong. When the many become one, it is Aberration. I am Aberration.”
“I cannot be individual. I cannot have names. I cannot choose my own actions. It is wrong. I am no longer one of the Workers. I am…me. This is wrong.”
“I don’t even know what it means to be Human. All I know is that there’s a big hole in my heart. Because Klbkch and the Worker died. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing. I’m just—sad.”
“I. I am. I have become I. I do not understand.”
“I cannot understand. I am Aberration. All is Aberration. This Hive—I cannot accept it. Why am I sad? Why am I sad? What have you done to me?”
“You’re an individual. You’re you. And the Worker who died? He was someone. Klbkch was someone. You’re all important, and that means when one of you dies, it’s a bad thing.”
“I am no longer a Worker. I am an individual. I would like a name.”
“Don’t ask—this one is not Klbkch. Not individual. We are worthless. Just like the one who died there. No names. Not like him.”
“I feel. I feel all.”
“Innkeeper—Erin Solstice. I am sorry for the death of Klbkch and the Worker. I regret their death and your suffering.”
“But I have told them what it means to regret the passing of individuals. They understand.”
“You’re fine. You should be. It’s fine to be a person and not a thing.”
“You could be. I wish I knew that Worker’s name. I wish I’d known him. I wish I could do it all again. You don’t have to have a name. But do you want to?”
“Stop tHaT. Stop weeping for hiM. Stop aSKING mE—”
“This one has no name. This one is not important. This one is not an individual.”
“stOp talkinG. Stop askING me—”
“You don’t know what he was.”
“Stop saying thAt.”
“Look, Erin, I know how you’re feeling but—”
“They—we. We are all sad.”
“You said you’re sorry? I’m sorry. It was my fault Klbkch and the other Worker died. And that’s a bad thing. Even if you can’t understand it, I want to do something. Let me help you. Somehow.”
“He is Prognugator. I am—was Worker. I should not be.”
“I…I don’t want to see you around here again. And if you come running here for help again, I’ll stab you in the gut. Got it?”
“You are. Can’t you understand? You’re all special.”
“He was the designated Worker who won 54.6% of all games he played. He had no name. If you wish it, I will remember him, Miss Solstice.”
“But chess? Chess isn’t scary. Not compared to other things.”
“I’m just an [Innkeeper]. I don’t want to be anything else. I don’t even want to be that, but I am. That’s all.”
“I guess I’m just a normal girl who’s better than 99% of the world at chess. But that last 1%. That’s a heck of a large gap.”
“The hundred play as one mind. We see a hundred moves and play them all in turn. We think together and play as one body.”
“Why would she remember him? He was no Prognugator. He had no name.”
“Apologies. But the Innkeeper Solstice makes a mistake. This one—I am sorry. You misunderstand, Erin. At this moment, you are not simply playing me, but all the Antinium gathered here.”
“I think I get it. Thanks for explaining.”
“We felt their loss, Erin. But only when we knew it. The Queen remembers. She knows us all. But we—we are Antinium. This is new.”
“Do not be sad, Miss Solstice. We are the Antinium. So long as the Hive exists, all will be well. So long as the Queen lives—nothing else matters.”
“It was—that was a display beyond anything I’ve seen. It was pure! I couldn’t see how it would end! I couldn’t predict the next move! How are you not a [General] or—or a [Strategist] of the highest level?”
“Strong. I like her quite a lot.”
“Simpering Human…? You mean our few fans? People who flirt with you? Name me one simpering adventurer. Don’t bother her, Calruz. What are you going to do, seduce her into bed and re-break that leg? She’s not a Minotauress either, and you have all the charm of a rock covered with moss.”
“Are you going to read all of these, then?”
“Piss. Off.”
“…How do you feel about necromancy?”
“Oh, I wonder where you come from, Miss Griffin, I truly do. The Watch? Who oversees the Watch? Who holds my peers to account? Who should but stop an army, an invading force? Sometimes, Miss Griffin, we make such choices and do what we must.”
“Merely a forecast, Miss Griffin. Consider me a [Weather Mage] of sorts—albeit for people.”
“Not quite. I believe Guildmaster Eterell was a good City Runner in his time. He rose through the ranks, and his current job and class in one of the more central Runner’s Guilds has made him fairly wealthy. Too wealthy, and perhaps too comfortable. Which is why, tomorrow, he will step down from his position. Perhaps, in his advancing years, he will find work starting as a Street Runner. Or some other job. I believe that would be for the best.”
“Yup. Nothing too special; I did a few trips to Lindol and back, but that’s it. How about you? Taking a late-night request?”
“Belfast. Beruit. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass.”
“But we—we’re Runners. We don’t quit! Everyone who makes it past a year is a real Runner, Garia. We’re the people who keep the cities—no, the entire world connected. Without us, nothing would get done on time. So if people call us money-grubbers, well, let them. We’ve got our own honor, and we deserve every coin we get, am I right?”
“Fals? I know you’re one of our best Runners, but why aren’t there any older Runners than you? You’re only twenty-two—”
“Then heal me and don’t threaten me.”
“I’m just collecting payment. What’s with all the panic, though?”
“I am—exceptionally curious, my dear. If you would be candid, I would be most grateful. Which land do you call home? What useful—tidbits could you share?”
“My name is Ryoka Griffin. I am in your debt. Whatever I can do—if ever you need me, just ask.”
“Honor and duty above all. Without it, we are animals.”
“I am truly grateful. And I’m sorry for my rudeness earlier. I owe you a debt I can’t repay. But I know the Horns of Hammerad now, and I know what defines you.”
“—I personally believe he’s delusional and that he’ll never achieve his goals. But regardless, he won’t stay in the area long. Every time the Academy learns where he’s staying, they send out a team to capture him. So far, he’s escaped, but it’s only a matter of time before he stays in one place too long and gets caught.”
“I’ve held a dying friend and known pain. Try and kill me. You can’t eat a broken heart.”
“Murder is the sin of taking lives that matter. We who fight such monsters are exterminators. Killers, perhaps; murderers, no. A murderer should not be suffered.”
“A talent for war is never wasted. What a shame you don’t see it that way.”
“Killing? That’s a terrible thing to be good at. No.”
“It’s strange. Up until this point, I never realized I was a murderer.”
“I killed them all. And they—they scream when they die.”
“You guys all say the same thing. It’s always about leveling with you. That’s not what I meant. I—I’m a killer. But I don’t want to be. And I don’t want to be a warrior, either.”
“Come on. I’ll bury you deep.”
“I don’t want to be a killer. So I guess I’m stuck as an innkeeper.”
“Not at all. But I have met many Humans. Many Humans and many races, but never one as curious as you. Many bolder or grander or more dangerous—but never one so oddly as this.”
“I do not fight with my fists. If I draw my sword—people die. I would prefer not to.”
“Many have reasons to leave war. I, too, was a soldier once. As I am sure many know. But I left my position to become an adventurer. It is only worth being a soldier if one has a cause to fight for, a leader to follow, and a reason not to die.”
“Do I have to find a place to get rid of them after you're done? Because I really don't want to have to dig a hole, and the nest is far away.”
“It is hard to understand, I suppose. But I believe your friend Relc enjoys the quieter moments. Anyone can tire of war. Believe me.”
“I don't want them. But you might have a tough time getting them down. None of the Workers want to go near them.”
“I am Gazi of Reim.”
“Look, they're right outside. I can go get one if you want.”
“Erin Solstice, um, [Innkeeper]. Mind…mind if I sit?”
“U-um. You wouldn't happen to be—I mean, are you…?”
“Which is a lot, I get it. But how'd Relc get so strong?”
“Mhm. Well, that's all I need. Can you load them in my wagons?”
“She's a famous adventurer, but that's all I know—”
“Not a lot of business in Liscor these days, huh? Is this route even worth it?”
“Lism. He causes trouble, yes? Even though you bested him fairly and his nephew is most admiring of you. But enough—I will make sure he causes no trouble. I wish to speak with you.”
“Look, I’d really love to visit. And I will—how about tomorrow?”
“As tempting as your offer is, I must refuse. But I believe you would be wise to invest in some form of defense as you are no warrior.”
“As a matter of fact, I believe today is the day I will pay off my tab. I have come into quite a bit of money as of late.”
“Most interesting, but Erin Solstice is busy. I will talk with her, and you will find her later, yes?”
“I already know about the thief in the city! And before you cause more trouble, it wasn’t Pisces. If he were the thief, you’d have caught him already.”
“I have met with various individuals. But I am sure others will introduce themselves when they realize I am in the city. However, I wonder if I might take you up on your offer.”
“I am merely exploring this continent. Rest assured, I mean to cause no disruptions while I am here. Reim is far from here, and my liege sleeps. I am…peaceful.”
“If we’re done with talking about stuff I can’t afford—anyone hungry for something else? I have Acid Flies if you guardsmen want to try them. I know Relc eats them.”
“Not at all. I merely performed a complex bit of magic and received remuneration. But I believe this is more than enough to pay off my tab many times over. Allow me to repay my debts in full and tip you for your time.”
“Once I have the money from the Shield Spiders I’ll see. But I’m not made of coins. I don’t have much gold.”
“I’m definitely not paying for [Messaging] an image. But I could probably send a letter via one of the bulk deliveries! What a fun puzzle! Wait…ah. I actually know this one.”
“I will if you stop moving. What is it?”
“If we wait for a good time, we will never have time. Come, my home is not far.”
“But I—he—he’s just mad because I beat him at a game of chess! Or—I beat his nephew and—look, I didn’t do anything.”
“I’m sorry, Miss, but I’m afraid I’ll have to investigate his claims. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take a statement from you. Just with a truth spell. I’ll also need proof that you were out of the city this morning.”
“Forget it. This is my inn. I’ll get you some food. You can take a seat. Watch out for Pisces, the jerk over there. He steals stuff. Like my food.”
“It could have been her. You know how Humans get! They’re always sneaking around, going where they’re not wanted.”
“—I would deeply love to know how you solved it so quickly. But I should—yes, I should solve it on my own. Shouldn’t I?”
“I have every right. Or did you forget—you’re still wanted for all those thefts you did earlier. Scaring people—robbing graves—all of that should be nicely covered by this donation to the city, shouldn’t it?”
“That’s good. I’d hate for any of that. It seems like every other day I have to deal with uppity adventurers causing trouble. It’s because I’m the highest-level member of the Watch, you know. All the guys always call on me for help.”
“It’s not that expensive, especially if you send it with the slower deliveries.”
“You mentioned you had an inn. If you wouldn’t mind, I would very much like to see it and have a meal, if I may.”
“It’s a bit elementary, but it should be a good challenge for a beginner. You can send this via letter, if not a [Message] spell thingy?”
“Let me know if there’s anything you want or can’t eat. Also, this is blue juice. It’s…it’s blue. But it tastes sweet.”
“But it’s so fascinating to play games across such a long distance, isn’t it?”
“I hate kids. I hate Drakes, and I hate people who don’t understand anything about female anatomy.”
“That’s not—I’m just doing my job. It’s just a truth spell to make sure she’s innocent. In fact, she can rely on that as proof.”
“This is the Human who robbed me of my merchandise! She also cheated at the chess game with my nephew, I’ve no doubt! She’s been nothing but trouble since she entered the city, and now she’s stealing from honest folk trying to make a living!”
“Go on, I don’t mind. Ask me any question you want.”
“I know it was you! You couldn’t resist attacking an honest merchant, and you decide to have a bit of revenge, eh?”
“I have a bed in my home too. You may use it and rest if you wish. Come.”
“The life of an adventurer is not for everyone.”
“Indeed? A fascinating class. I myself have killed only a few.”
“It was one of the puzzles that gave me a headache back when I was playing a lot. It took me nearly a week to figure it out.”
“Go ahead. And if you’ll send this back to the person who sent the other puzzle—I’ll pay for delivery.”
“Some might say so. I apologize if the attention bothers you. Do you dislike such things?”
“I did not wonder. But it was quite amusing to see your reaction when the child asked you the question.”
“I’ve been wrestling with this problem for an hour. But—of course with someone of your level I shouldn’t expect this to faze you. Of course.”
“You should. It will help you in the long run. Don’t feel bad—I just happened to know how that particular problem goes. But it was quite fun.”
“You know what it is? But of course—how silly of me.”
“How does that work if you trade the letter more than once? Do you pay the first guy a lot and have him give the money to the next person? That sounds risky.”
“I’ll look into your claims, sir, but I can’t make any arrests. Unless you have proof—”
“I believe I’ll continue my investigations into the break-in separately. And confirm with the Watch at the gates before I take up Miss Solstice’s valuable time.”
“I can’t even begin to—how did you come up with this so quickly?”
“Greetings, [Necromancer].”
“Oh, right. I think I’ve heard the name before. An adventurer? That’s nice. I thought about being one, but it sounded like too much hassle.”
“I was wearing armor, and I had my spear, alright? She got lucky!”
“They sent me a puzzle, so I can send one back. Let’s see how they like this.”
“Erin Solstice. I have been looking for you. And it is good that I found you just now, yes?”
“—By the way, Miss Erin. You…wouldn’t happen to know any female Runners, would you?”
“Hey, Gazi, want a job? I can’t pay much, but I’ll feed you if you stay. I haven’t fixed up the rooms upstairs, but I could work on that.”
“I might be able to help in that regard. Miss Erin, seeing as how my funds have been confiscated…would you accept—alternate forms of payment?”
“Really. I saw you just this morning and thought—well, it would be nice to see a friendly Human again. I had to deal with so many rude adventuring types and annoying mages each day.”
“Take a look at this, Erin! I just received this, and it’s the most fascinating thing ever! A new way to play chess!”
“It’s a challenge or a problem for players. You have to find a way to win the game in a certain number of moves. It helps people learn to play chess, and this way, you can write it down.”
“She had…black hair. And she was—tall? Taller than Erin. And, uh, she was fast. Ring any bells?”
“I’ve got a better idea. Here, give me the paper back.”
“Lism, I’ve told you before. You can’t just start accusing Humans at random!”
“I fail to understand this—puzzle. Why has someone sent it to you, Olesm?”
“They are. Unless you know one personally, the rates they charge are far too high.”
“I understand, Miss, but I have to investigate all leads. Please, this won’t take too long…”
“You can’t trust her word! Get a truth stone! All of these Humans have caused nothing but trouble since they got here! First, they start stealing, and then what? They’ll take our jobs, attack us on the streets—”
“Look, I’m grateful, really, but this isn’t a good time. I just had to deal with some evil spiders and—”
“I don’t see why not. I mean, I won’t get in touch with the Titan, just his company. And it costs a bit, but it’s only a few silver for a [Message] spell…I bet he’ll check for answers soon, but not within an hour of sending the puzzle!”
“Funny person. Anyways. So. What I’m saying is, I’d hate for your visit to get unpleasant, understand? This isn’t a good place for you to cause any trouble like the kind you get up to on your continent. You get—”
“I get it. Well, not anything of what you just said, but it’s pricey. Okay…”
“We already do that. I’m sorry about Pestrom, I really am.”
““Not just a spell. Someday, you’ll have to teach me it. If I can do magic, it would be just to cast that. And now—those assholes aren’t going to know what hit them.””
“Nice speech. But you’re full of shit.”
“I don’t lie. And I hate liars. When you make a promise, you keep it. When you speak, you look someone in the eye and mean every word. When I say I’ll do something, I mean it. If you want to do deliveries to Magnolia, take the damn requests. I don’t care about your politics.”
“Too bad I’m not a coward.”
“There’s no need for flattery, Fals. Anyways, don’t you have a lot of work to do?”
“I’m a barefoot runner. If I cared about what people thought, I wouldn’t run at all. Runners run. We deliver stuff. It’s a job, not a calling.”
“Delivery.”
“Skeleton repairs. That’s how they get you every time.”
“For you, two gold coins and three silver.”
“I guess—well, yeah, anyone in armor wouldn’t be killed by a few arrows. But crossbows and longbows can pierce that stuff, right? But longbows—”
““They’re not monsters! These Goblins are my guests, and no one hurts them here! Didn’t you read the sign?””
“You teach. You help. You care. We know, and we learn from you how to be Human.”
“…Never mind. How do Antinium, uh, excrete? Do you have anything like a bathroom?”
“Tell you what—I’ll feed you and your friends for the rest of the week if you build it for me, no charge.”
““In the name of Reim—begone.””
““Mr. Bones? Way too generic. How about Carnage? But that sounds horrible. Silent Steve…? No. Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen? Too long.””
““Ah. Just a [Princess].””
“Pardon me, Erin, but I must attend to some business. I will return shortly.”
““No one will attack this inn. Or I will find you and you will suffer. And you will all leave now.””
““How about Napoleon? But you’re not short. Skeletron? But I’d get confused. Paul Hendrickson the Fifth? Whitey? Wait, is that racist?””
“We work. We live. We die. All is unchanged among the Workers, Erin Solstice. But we hear of—things. Something happens below.”
“I don’t like being controlled. And I think—yeah, I think that classes and levels are a way for the world or some system to control people. I want no part of it. And—it feels like cheating.”
“I stopped myself from leveling. You can’t see my class because I don’t have one.”
“But I forget my audience. You don’t even know what I’m talking about, do you?”
“I suppose it doesn’t matter. Now, I wish for you to answer this question freely, but also honestly.”
“Also, do not defecate, befoul, or otherwise sully this place in any way, shape, or form. And stand up straight.”
“Less than a hundred miles. Not too far, yeah.”
“I suppose it would violate the basic rules of hospitality not to inquire. So tell me Runner—what is your name? I am Teriarch. Speak it not but remember it, for what it is worth.”
“You see, the rhetorical question was first invented by the Dragons. Only naturally. Of course, Elves and Dwarves adopted the practice, but it was Dragon-kind that first thought of a question that had no need for an answer. Elves were too in tune with nature; they expected answers to pop up, possibly from the rocks and trees they talked to. Dwarves on the other hand are literal creatures. If they ask you a question, they demand an answer. Humans on the other cl—hand…”
“This is why…Humans…it cannot be helped. Hm. A Courier would have been far more preferable. But if the issue is simply a matter of survival and speed, I suppose…”
“You will go to the area known as the Blood Fields and locate the individual known as Az’kerash. Or—perhaps he uses his former, Human name. Perril. Perril Chandler, I believe.”
“Yeah, sorry, I just called you a bitch.”
“People are bastards no matter what world you’re in. Look, forget about it. That class helped you out if you’re that strong without needing any training, right?”
“You can clear out. I’m talking to Garia.”
““He wasn’t mean about it. He did a test—it looks like I’m just one of the Humans who can’t cast magic, that’s all. It’s not his fault or anything.””
““—Of course I could teach you, Ryoka. And I’d be happy to help—but I have to ask, what brought this on?””
““If we are to do this, must we include the Goblin?””
““Mm. Yes. If I must, I think it is better to share a secret that is important. And these Gnolls shall tell others if need be. But they shall keep it a secret within our tribe, our people. Your secret shall not be spoken to any not of Gnollkind. That is what I meant. I swear upon Silverfang and the upcoming Meeting of Tribes—we shall not betray your trust. And it will be all Gnolls, all the Gnolls of the Great Plains who hold that secret and support you, if need be.””
““Enough sadness. This is not why I have called you here. Leave magic for [Mages], Erin. It is not as important as they think. People are important. The tribe is important—if you had one. Without it? I see your friends, like Selys, and even your strange guests like the Antinium and…Goblins as being your tribe. Friendships and ties are important.””
““I found out I’m not a mage, that’s all. I can’t cast magic, and I won’t ever be able to.””
““…Yes? I think so. Wait…let me do the math.””
““Ahem. Names aside, why is she here? You asked me to teach you magic.””
““That simplifies things. Well then, I guess I’ll tell you what magic is.””
““Very well, how should I start? I suppose it would be important to learn how much you know of magic.””
“I have family back home. My mom and my dad. I can’t believe I don’t think of them more often, but I guess I’m just trying to stay sane here. And I had friends. It’s not like I miss them most of the time—I try not to think about it. But…I didn’t even get to say goodbye, y’know?”
“I want to go home.”
“Sorry. It’s just—I’d really like to go home. If I could. I know it might be impossible. I don’t even know if it was some kind of spell or a…a cosmic accident that brought me here. But if I could, I want to go home.”
“The mages at Wistram gave the Gnoll a test when he asked to be entered into the Academy. They did not believe him when he claimed to be a spellcaster as they were. They asked him to cast spells, but he was alone, yes? Alone, and without any to draw on. Without any others, there is no magic to cast for [Shamans]. That is why he asked to be taught as a normal student. But the mages, they did not listen. They cast him out and declared all Gnolls to be magic-deficient. Talentless.”
“Enough, enough. I am weary, and you are thirsty. Drink, and let us talk of other things for the moment.”
“From what she said—and did not say—it is a world of Humans. They alone live in it. Whether that is a better one than this I do not know.”
“It may have been shock or perhaps it was something I ate, yes?”
“There is no watching. You can drop the act, Tkrn. You are a terrible pretender of things in any case.”
“Maybe. Yes. I don’t want to insult this place. It’s a beautiful world you have here, Krshia. It really is more amazing than anything from my world. And I’ve made friends. Selys, Pawn, you…even Pisces. All that’s good, but—”
“Ask them if they have found others such as Erin. And if they have not found them, tell them to search! Tell them to look among Humans for ones who stand out and speak and act differently.”
“There is no guessing. I have seen how you have improved and made this land your home. We have witnessed your triumphs. We have seen your victories. They are to be proud of, Erin Solstice.”
“She will survive. She is a Human worthy of my admiration and respect. She will survive.”
“I told her it would not matter. This Runner is no coward like the others. Mistake or not, she will survive the journey. And meanwhile, we have an expedition to prepare.”
“Only if you’re taking the worst view of it.”
“But Gargoyles? I’ve never seen one up close. What were they like?”
“Why, I’d love to have a sparring match. Tell me, have you ever heard the word MMA?”
“I don’t. Stop talking in riddles and spell it out for me.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. She just—reminds me of people I don’t like. And she looks too nice for an adventurer. I don’t like nice people. They’re always hiding something. It’s always a mask, right? Like Fals.”
“It’s not about levels. Your stupid little system doesn’t interest me. I don’t believe in needing levels or classes. It’s all stupid, and it makes you cowards. Silver-rank? Gold-rank? You just use those words because you don’t have the guts to fight.”
“I’ve seen a lot of arrogance in my time. Mostly from Humans, but from every people, including my own. But someone who rejects the way the world works just because she doesn’t like it—that’s new. It’s been a while since I was hit by someone I call a friend as well.”
“May we meet in new forests, Ryoka Griffin. If you want to talk…find us in Liscor. But do any of that again and I’ll take you to task, not Calruz or Yvlon. And I don’t punch.”
“I survived the High Passes without a single level. I did it because I wasn’t afraid and needed half a dozen people in armor to hold my hand. And if you lot had any guts, you wouldn’t sit around whining about how a bunch of unexplored ruins are too dangerous.”
“Then shall we begin? I believe it would be only courteous to allow you the first strike.”
“If you want to keep fighting everyone who reaches out to help you, I’ll put a flower on your grave. But until then, get your stupid Human head back in order. You’re lucky—very lucky that Calruz is honorable and that the other adventurers listened to Yvlon and Cervial, or you might have suffered quite a bit.”
“Guy named Fals. He says the same things as you do. Runners have to band together in order to survive. Sacrifice the good of the individual for the group. ‘Work together or die.’”
“Ryoka? Did you do something to make her—um, mad?”
“Of course, individual skill still plays a pretty big role.”
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am not Klbkch. Please refrain from making this error in judgment at any point in the future. My name is Ksmvr of the Antinium of Liscor. I serve my Queen as Prognugator. I have come on business of the Hive.”
“Good day to you. My apologies for the interruption.”
“Not just because he was a guard, y’know? He was different. He had a name. I couldn’t believe it when he introduced himself. And he’s the only Antinium I’ve ever heard of with a level higher than 10. He was special.”
“Breakfast is in the morning. There’s no alcohol, but I’ve got plenty of food. There’s an outhouse outside—just be careful that you don’t walk into a monster. If you see a huge moving rock, shut the door and stay quiet. Don’t go into the kitchen if you want something to eat—there are jars of acid lying around. Don’t drink anything green in general. No killing Goblins, the skeleton works for me, and if you see an ant-guy with two swords and two daggers, hit him and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. Got it?”
“No Worker who has become individual has ever not been Aberration.”
“He hurt Pawn. But does that mean I should go out there and beat him to death? How? He’s a warrior, and I’m—I’m an innkeeper. And I don’t murder people. I kill monsters, and I’ve killed in self-defense. But I don’t murder people. Ever.”
“You guys have a really shitty world. A really bad one.”
“I am individual. I am Antinium.”
“If you want to go, go. But only drag that innkeeper back. Fighting here would be a mistake. But it would be better if less people were out in the darkness. We don’t know what kind of monsters live here.”
“I don’t like it. It’s so wonderful at times—so beautiful and full of magic. But then this happens. Every time. Well. Almost every time. I hate it.”
“I like her. Well—I used to. Now, I think she’s a bloody idiot Human like the others. But at least she makes good pasta. And—well, let’s call it a favor. Klbkch died protecting her. I just figured it would be a shame if all his effort went to waste.”
“I don’t know. Did you spot Calruz by any chance?”
“Good for you, I guess. Why are you talking so much, anyways?”
“Klbkch estimated that, if necessary, he would be able to hold you off for five minutes and inflict serious wounds before death. If given the order to terminate, he predicted a sneak attack had an even chance of killing you.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do to stop it. But I do know what to do.”
“The Antinium have no honor. And I am—was a Worker. My life is for the Hive. If my death is required, I will die.”
“We came ten years back. To make…make something. I do not know. I do not know what. But it was decided. The Queens sent a single Hive to the city. Paid in gold for a place with those not of the Hive. To make something. A new kind of Antinium.”
“That is correct. I would be in jeopardy or place you in danger by remaining.”
“And I’m a receptionist at the Adventurer’s Guild. I’ll put a twenty-gold bounty on your head if you so much as raise an undead anywhere within twenty miles of the city.”
“Immaterial. Classes, levels, these are just additions. What you lack is the soul of the warrior. You must have it. A female must not be alone without the power to defend herself. The singer must not be silenced. You must be stronger.”
“I do not suffer insults to my lord’s name.”
“The king is smart and uses his head. For if he moves, he’ll soon be dead.”
“But make no mistake. I shall see you again and ask more questions. Unless of course I find this Ryoka Griffin first.”
“How inconvenient. And we were doing so well with politeness. But I will have an answer. But first—an apology. I will hear it from you on your knees, half-Elf.”
“I don’t help the insane. You and your mad king can go to hell for all I care—”
“Those who believe they will lose before battle begins have already lost.”
“That is not what I meant. I mean Skills for combat.”
“Okay, okay. It’s huge, but there are several kingdoms to note. Like Nerrhavia’s Fallen, the largest Stitch-folk kingdom in the world. But there’s one that you definitely heard about—even if you don’t know Gazi. Everyone knew that kingdom, once. In one of them sleeps a king…”
“I suppose. It just seems like a waste, that’s all.”
“I know who you are. And a former soldier isn’t the same as a true adventurer. We got our levels from fighting monsters, not killing people.”
“I…I could let him die. He’d let me die. But I want to be better. To my friends. To—everyone. I don’t know how. I’m only good at running. I want to do something good.”
“Forget it. I never liked it, anyways. It’s just a sword. I used it for something worthy. I think even my father would be proud.”
“We’re quits, Persua. If you make it out, that is. I never had the guts to kill you. I’m…sorry it went down this way. I’m going back. I have to try again.”
“Then go and apologize to them. Then—when we meet, you can thank me in person. I will see you again, someday. Next year or later. [Merchants], like Runners, go everywhere.”
“No. No! I will not—I will not make the same mistake again. I’m going back—and nothing will stop me.”
“Tell me why. And it has to be a better reason than ‘you’re not afraid of dying’. Or I swear on my levels I’ll stab you in the leg to save you from yourself.”
“In my experience, Miss Griffin, no matter how much we want to run forever—someday we do have to go back. And it is better not to leave regrets behind. They grow. Better to face them now. It is harder than monsters. But a more important battle. If only we could always know we'd win.”
“I refuse.”
“If you run, I’ll make sure you die if it’s the last thing I do. Ryoka’s taken everything from me. This is all her fault. Fals, my City Runner rank…we’re going in there.”
“I rather think that is your case, Miss Griffin. I was going to say that if they cannot accept you with all your oddities—if not your objectionable behavior—if they cannot accept the core of you, they do not deserve your company. But then—I also respect someone who would change the mountain to fit their passage.”
“You are alone and my people fill this continent. Walk quietly, Lady Pathseeker. Lest you wake something up.”
“This sword is the heirloom of my house. It is my past. Silver and steel be my guide. In the name of the Silver Dragon!”
“I'm a piece of shit. You—you really wouldn't get it. I can't fit in and be friendly. I don't enjoy it. I can't be a good person back to Ga—to the H—to people. So it's better if they don't try. I don't belong. So—can't you just leave me be? Just let me run and not bother me?”
“You know, my family loves honesty and integrity. Just like metal. It's our motif. Silver and steel. Purity and strength. Valor and something else. For all that, most of my family can't spot a liar even when it's tattooed on their face. But you—even my brother would know you're lying, Miss Ryoka. Everyone has someone who cares for them. Everyone has a friend.”
“Easy. Ysara practically drags you away and you try to kill yourself? And us?”
“If you insist, Gazi Pathseeker, I shall tell Honored Krshia I am too weak to stop you. And my Chieftain, embarrassing as it is. Then I shall go and tell Shaman Theikha of Gaarh Marsh, Chieftain Xherw of Plain's Eye, and the tribe of Az'muzarre how weak I am. Loudly. You stand a legend on foreign ground, Adventurer Pathseeker. We have our own.”
“I trust you. Let’s do it. On three.”
“He never set foot on Izril himself. We sent one of seven against a Walled City, Gnoll. Had even more of us come—you would not smile.”
“The Bloodfields are a death zone. You know this, Miss Griffin? Gold-rank adventurers fear to tread there. Named-ranks would think twice and need a reason to go in. Armies may cross the Bloodfields, but they do it with fire and sword ahead of them. Only in the fall and winter is it remotely safe—and not if you go straight into it. I stopped you because I wanted to warn you that it was certain death. Suicide. Do you…understand me? Don’t go in there.”
“If you insist and we insist, we must give way. So I shall give way and admit I am the lesser of us by far. But do you know what is coming next year? The Meeting of Tribes.”
“Goodbye, Persua. I don’t think either of us are getting out of this.”
“…What a crappy thing to be good at.”
“The king is smart and uses his head. For if he moves, he’ll soon be dead.”
“Reinhart nothing. Lady Magnolia was the one who fought in the Antinium Wars! She broke the siege of Liscor! Naane—run to the Council! Tell them it’s her, not some random [Lady]! Of all the stupid—she’s like the one Human we’d hear out!”
“I know a Human who fights with her fists. She is…skilled. But wild. And she does not understand. She fights with cunning and grace, but she only fights at her limit. She does not think she can go further. Thus—she never will.”
“It is the act of exceeding one’s limits.”
“Don’t stop! Press the attack! Your goal is to defeat your enemy. Hurt him. Mercy is a luxury only the strong can afford. Attack until he lies in pieces.”
“This is the last resort I speak of. Someday, you will surely be alone and without anyone to protect you. Will you die then or fight?”
“Nevertheless, we respect the art of war in magic, engineering, and all forms. We understand honing one’s techniques, learning systematically. And this—we understand the flow of combat. To learn and use such Skills, you must forget your frailties and strike with heart.”
“Not just desire. It is the refinement of a single strike into a moment of perfection. But that is something far beyond you at this moment. For now, you must learn to punch.”
“Tree kissing rot! Don’t do that!”
“It means—it means that whenever I got into trouble before, I always got people killed. Or I killed. I nearly died. I can’t do it. Better to just let Toren learn to fight. Teach him instead.”
“I am not one for speeches. But tomorrow we go into new ruins, and we may find treasure beyond our dreams there or the greatest of enemies. Regardless, we go together. The Horns of Hammerad shall return triumphant.”
“She is—talented. Very talented. Ceria. In the course of a few hours, she was able to overwhelm that skeleton in a fist fight. And then she unlocked a Skill. She learned one in the heat of training.”
“If you can injure me, I will hang up my axe and cease living as a warrior this instant.”
“We’re not sure. I wouldn’t count on our return, but it could happen.”
“We have to go. Follow us, but don’t lag behind.”
“I suppose we should be going. The meeting is about an hour’s time away, and we don’t want to be late. Is everyone finished?”
“Let’s say I admire her independence, if not her self-control. Besides, it’s bad if Aunt Magnolia gets everything she wants. Hold up, what’s this?”
“‘Death before dishonor.’”
“But can you defend yourself? I mean, I don’t want to be rude but…”
“Not a bad start, is it? We work well together.”
“You know, I would have expected something to happen by now.”
“I’m not late, am I? I forgot we were supposed to meet here.”
“Do the Horns of Hammerad have a, um, noticeable feature?”
“Pathetic spirits of the dead! I am Calruz, leader of the Horns of Hammerad! By the House of Minos, I challenge you. If there is any honor left yet in your defiled corpses—face me and meet your end!”
“There’s no way in hell I’m retreating, not without a huge pile of gold to put on my people’s tombstones.”
“The dead do not like sound any more than you do. It is an intrusion. I have challenged their honor. And so—we begin!”
“I can only do that once a day at my level. But yes—it can change a battle. The rest of my skills are mostly defensive or information-oriented, so this is all I can do.”
“Now? Now we get the treasure.”
“Not every Skill or spell must be shouted.”
“Skinner, Skinner! He’ll eat your tails and tear off your skin! He’ll pluck out your eyeballs and devour your kin! Skinner, Skinner! Run while you can! Your flesh will be taken with a touch of his hand! Hide in the darkness, hide in the light. Fighting is useless; Skinner is fright. He takes our scales and hides our bones And makes this place our very last home. Skinner, Skinner, never open his door. Or soon your bones will lie on this floor.”
“I am Calruz of the Beriad. I challenge you.”
“Death before dishonor.”
“Death before dishonor.”
“Nothing. I’ll get back to Gregor’s side of things if you’ve nothing else.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that. When I was a child and the Necromancer attacked ten years back—that was the closest. But this is different. I am afraid, and [Dangersense] doesn’t convey fear. We have to go.”
“I have named myself. I have chosen. I am Individual, first and last of my kind. I am Knight, and no other is like me. And I am here to protect you. We are here to protect you.”
“I Am iNdivIDuAL. BuT i reJECT. I rejEcT aLL.”
“i aM AnTiNium. i haVe a NaMe.”
“The Queen is all. She must not be placed in danger. Erin Solstice…is merely important.”
“It might be nothing. Just—keep an eye out, okay?”
“If he’s here, find him! I’ve got to go. The east streets need help.”
“YOU DiD ThiS To me. yOu mAde Me THis waY. For yOU, I did tHis. bUT alL iS SuffERIng.”
“We will all die for you. I am Jose.”
“Belgrade. I will die for you.”
“We have countless witnesses who saw the undead emerge from the ruins. Besides, I doubt a [Necromancer] of your level could reanimate more than five bodies, let alone a horde like this.”
““I am a queen. And this is my inn.””
““Ah, but what a wonderful night to die!””
““You are alive. That is all the reason they need.””
““The king is smart and uses his head. For if he moves, he’ll soon be dead.””
““I am no king.””
““My, my. I suppose I’m a little too invested in that girl for my own good.””
“True Antinium never truly die. And I…I have a promise to keep.”
“Greetings, Erin Solstice. May I come in?”
“He’s back.”
“You—you can’t be. I saw you dead. You were dead.”
“Are you unharmed, Miss Solstice?”
““You have lost more than you can dream. Yet, and yet, Yvlon Byres—mourn. Weep. Sit there as long as you must. But Izril will demand you to one day rise again and stand. You must. You will.””
““—If only I could catch them as they fell.””
““I am sorry, Yvlon. I am so…I hoped you would come out of there covered in glory. I did not know. I cannot be everywhere. I should be, but I am one woman. Even now, you will not see me for some time. I am going north. Leaving all of you to your fates.””
““…There are those who did not seek this. Something is happening, Yvlon. I need to seek it out. This time—I can’t be too late.””
““You did all you could. You…were so brave. I am sure you were. If I could have—I always hope you succeed. You did not need me. That was what I thought. I am an unkind [Lady] of House Reinhart because I always expect it of you and all the others. I truly did think I would see you at a party in your honor. Now, I wish I could stay. But…””
““They died well. I would not have expected mere—they rose above what they were. For that, I honor them.””
““She has no coin or anything else. Everything she owned was lost in the Ruins. Her comrades, her pride, her health—what more would you take from her, good Captain?””
““Very good, Lady Reinhart. I shall take the carriage around back.””
““…Hello?””