The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 50

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All things changed. Everything good someday came to an end. Freedom, thou fleeting thing. Innocence lost.

Mrsha du Marquin was crying. Weeping. She hung on, but the unkind hands tore her away. She turned pleadinglybut the monster had no pity.

Its time for clothing, Mrsha. A dress, pants at least!

The white Gnoll fought. Viciously! She punched, kicked

Ow! Kick me one more time young lady, and you will get no dessert!

Mrsha hesitated. Shed just cleared her last no dessert punishment. She lowered her fists. She stared up at her mother, the [Princess] narked look, and sullenly shuffled over to her seat.

It was a combination lesson-dressing in The Wandering Inn. Lyonette had designs, cloth samples, and since she had Mrshas homework hourincorrectly dubbed by Erin since it was actually her hour(s) of schooling each dayshe had decided to make it about clothing.

Dont give me that look, Mrsha, sweetie. Youll get to design your clothing!

Mrshas ears perked up. Thatsounded better. She had visions of herself in some snazzy outfit, like the ones on the movies! Orarmor?

Lyonette misread Mrshas eager expression. She did not misread the quick paw-signs, though. Her face went blank.

No, Mrsha. Not armor. Youre not a [Warrior]. I mean a dress. But firstyou should know more about clothing. I cant believe Erin and Krshia

She hesitated. Love em, really. But Erin Solstice was not exactly trustworthy in the realms of common sense. You suspected she knew more than she normally acted, but her teaching Mrsha about clothing terminology? Less likely than Mrsha learning how to play chess blindfolded.

And Mrshas other teachers? Bird wore a loincloth and only because people expected him to. Numbtongue had dressed similarly and while he wore and had his own slowly-growing wardrobe, he was a Redfang and sometimes sat around all day in chainmail.

And KrshiaMrshas last regular teacher with Elirr and Selys as supplementalswas a Plains Gnoll. Clothing mattered, but Krshia wasnt much about fashion.

It fell to Lyonette. She adjusted the board and picked up a bit of chalk as Mrsha gloomily sat in her teaching chair.

Dont give me that look, Mrsha. When were done well go over your clothing and buy you a set! You cannot keep running around naked.

And why, pray? Mrsha sneered as she signed that she had fur. Lyonette rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

I am not getting into it with you, young miss. Nowabout skirts.

Mrshas face fell. Did you know that skirts came in all shapes and sizes and cuts? The minutiae of whether a skirt had this many folds, or was knee-high rather than floor-length differed its classification!

The next hour of Mrshas life was filled with knowledge. The difference between pleated and knife-pleated, eight panel, four panel, draped, accordion, waist, pencil

Wow. Look at all the words for clothing youre never going to get me to wear. Mrshas face was that of a prisoner being herded towards the torture room. Lyonette doggedly drummed the words into Mrshas head.

You need to wear something today, Mrsha. Just so you can see its not a burden. No, it is not painful! Stop signing that!

Mrsha was communicating with Lyonette with her sign-language rather than her notes. The allure of being perfectly understood via text had worn off for Mrsha and signing was fasterso long as the other person could actually understand her language.

The Gnoll child scowled and folded her arms, but Lyonette was blocking the door and she could veto dessert, which was cake. The tyrant would have her due.

Selys has offered to pay for the dressesshell buy one. The rest will come from one of Krshias [Tailor] friends who works with Gnolls. You have to choose, Mrsha. Choose a dress. And maybe pants. And a shirt! Youll look so cute in it!

Lyonette even had one of the borrowed smartphones, having discovered the allure of free pictures. Mrsha looked at the pile of clothing samples. She looked at Lyonettes board full of ideas and then at the [Princess].

-

Thirty minutes later, Mrsha waddled downstairs, feeling as if shed won a pyrrhic victory of sorts. Lyonette followed, scowling a tiny bit.

She had gotten her way. Mrsha was wearing a shirt and a kind of dress. She looked rather odd in it. But she walked downstairs on her two legs with a vague air of pride.

Mrsha? Did Lyonette actually get you to put on ahah!

Erin laughed when she saw Mrsha. Lyonette glared.

Its the only thing she would put on.

Mrsha was wearing a cotton shirtand a kilt. She had tossed all the other dresses out of the lineup for the most open design. It had been that or a toga, and Lyonette had chosen the lesser of two evils.

It looked very funny to Erin.

I didnt even know there was plaid on sale in Liscor!

I got the samples from Invrisil. Why? Does it lookoff to you?

Nobut it does uh, sort of looks like a thing guys from Earth might wear. If they were from a certain country.

Mrsha had clearly chosen the one combination of clothing designed to make her least lady-like. Lyonette was exasperated.

Its a start. Alright, Mrsha. Youre allowed to play now.

Mrsha brightened up. She grabbed her belt and Lyonette raised a finger.

In clothing! And no getting it torn or ripped!

The Gnoll child scowled and stomped off. Erin shook her head as she watched Mrsha go. All she needed was a tiny beret to match.

Did you get pictures of her in other outfits?

A few. Here

The Wandering Inn was open for another day in this long summer. Mrsha walked around on two-legs, doing her customary round of the inn more ungainly. But she was entering her shifting year and she already seemed a bit taller to Erin.

Is that Mrsha?

Several of the regulars exclaimed when they saw her. Mostly with amusement. Mrsha bore it with ill grace. Menolit laughed his tail off over his loaded baked potato with a snack. She slapped his claw away as he tried to ruffle her head and attempted to grab his potatoshe was too slow in this clothing!

Youre so cute. They should put little pictures of you up around the inn! Or some art! Tell Erin to do thatI keep saying the common room needs more culture!

Uriesta, a Drake in her mid-forties, tried to tempt Mrsha with a bit of salad. The Gnoll took one look at the leaf and turned her head. She stomped off, looking for her real friends, the ones whod commiserate with her rather than be annoying adults.

Mrsha? Its me, Mrsha!

The young Gnolls ears perked up as she heard a familiar, and welcome voice. She turned. Ekirra? But instead of the red blur she was expecting to race towards her and hug hershe saw an unsteady fellow on two legs, wearing pants.

Mrshas face fell.

Damn them. Theyd gotten to Ekirra too! He was waddling around, fully-dressed and looking uncomfortable.

Mrsha! You look funny!

His mouth opened and he started laughing as he saw Mrsha. The Gnoll furiously signed backEkirra was funny too!

The young Gnoll cocked his head as he read her words and shrugged.

Its so stiff!

He complained. Mrsha nodded. Shed nearly gone for pantsbut it was too constraining! The kilt was her happiest compromise. Ekirra nearly began to roll around on the floor, but he caught himself.

I cant get dirty. MrshaI hate clothing! I want to be a Plains Gnoll, not a City Gnoll! They dont have to wear clothing, right?

Not at all! They can wear loincloths!

Mrsha emphatically signed back. Plains Gnolls were so much more civilized than silly people with their rules on clothing. Ekirra sighed. He tried to sit down and scratch one ear with a hind leg, but his pants stopped him.

Want to play tag?

The two looked around. Mrsha had her collection of balls, butshe just didnt feel fast. She shook her head.

Wheres Visma?

Grounded. She stole an amulet.

Again?

Mrsha expressed her dismay. If she and Ekirra were going through the shifting year, Visma was still going through her hoarding phase. Shed gotten in trouble last week for hiding money shed stolen from her parents pouch.

Ekirra nodded dismally.

For two days. Do you think I can take my pants off when I play football? Is Mister Joseph here?

He looked around for his hero, Joseph, the football coach of Liscor, who was currently leading the score 1-0 in the new football league.

Not here. Hes sleeping.

After having too much to drink. Erin had told him off last night. Joseph had a problem, according to her. But he was trying. Ekirra nodded understandingly.

Mister Dizk next door drinks too much. He smells bad, like pee and throwing up. Mom says I cant say that to him.

The two walked down the common room, grousing about adult foibles. Both attracted attention as the cute little cubs they were. Mrsha nearly cast [Dirt Spray] at the third person who said that in the sickly-sweet tone of voice. She was still learning some magic and Palt had taught her that one!

Speaking of whichwhere was Palt? Since running about sucked in clothing, Mrsha wanted some interesting people. Erin might do, but she and Lyonette were doing something official with the staff today and Mrsha didnt want to bother them. That left any number of entertaining people, though.

Relc was gone. Poor Relc. But there was Numbtongue, OctaviasometimesSaliss, Grimalkin if he was here, Moore, Jelaqua, Palt, Birdit wasnt Mrshas friends, but the fun people she had a list of. Lyonette was Mrshas mother and a resident of the inn, for instance. But she wasnt cool.

Palt wore kilts, hence Mrsha copying him. She looked around for him, but she didnt immediately pick up his unique scent of smoke and whatever else was in his cigars. He might have been in the kitchen, helping Imani.

Mrsha wondered if the two were going to fall in love. She was fairly certain they werent in a relationshipyeteven if Erin and Lyonette and Rose were all saying how good it was that Palt was helping Imani. But Gnolls were Gnollsneither had had sex. The nose knew.

And Mrsha and Ekirra knew more than kids ought to. LikeMrsha could have called when Selys and Hawk were close to breaking up. Or whenever Relc had a fun night, although he generally told everyone in sight anyways. She didnt want to know this stuff, but there you were. You could put clay in your nose or live knowing facts.

There werepeoplewho got to have more fun than others. Not that Mrsha saw the point. But Maviola and Olesm for instance were repeat offenders on the gross scale. Poor Menolit had entered the ranks of the yuck as well, which was actually a good thing Mrsha supposed. Jelaquawell, Selphids smelled like death and preservatives as much as that, but she knew because of Moore. Krshia had let Mrsha down, and despite the lack of a Palt-Imani connection, she got around more than Bezale and Montressa

So had Pisces, now and then. The Antinium were refreshingly safe in that regard, except for Pawn.

She sniffedand blinked. Hold on. Someone here was smelling like that. She looked upand saw a unique sight, even for The Wandering Inn.

A Lamia paused in slithering past Mrsha. Hexel, the [Architect] and one of four Lizardfolk in Liscor blinked at Mrsha.

Well, look at you! Mrsha, is it? Come to join the ranks of the clothed?

Mrsha nodded, a bit warily. She didnt know Hexel too well. But he was nice. She waved at him and hunted around for her cards.

I am suffering.

Hexel laughed as he read the card. He handed it back, uncaring of the side-looks some Drakes still gave him after all this time. He was usually in Liscor, anyways. Building stuff.

Dont worry. If you grow a tail, you dont need to wear pants.

He gestured at his own clothing, which was more of a vest which ran down just to where his tail began. Mrsha nodded approvingly. Shed bear that in mind.

Have a good day!

Hexel wrinkled his brow at the second card. Then Mrsha held up another with a huge ? to clarify. The Lamia blinked.

Ah. Well, its quite good for just waking up. Thank you.

Jerks. ?.

This time the Lamia laughed.

Unpleasant people, you mean? Ive found my ways of dealing with them. And Liscor has been quitewelcoming. Some of the citys inhabitants, anyways. Besides. Jerks exist in Baleros too. Irritable Gorgons ruin ones day.

Mrsha gave a sage nod. Before she could ask how big a Gorgon wasa subject of debate between her and her friendsthe [Architect] took a glance at the sky.

Im late. I must go. Thank you for the kind words on the card, Miss Mrsha. I really should stay here more often. Maybe tonight? But your Council has me curling my tail until its raw! Not that I mindexcuse me.

He slithered past Mrsha after flicking her the cards. She sighed. She hadnt gotten to figure out how to ask if hed upgrade Liscors park! Shed write him a letter in case he got back.

There went an interesting person who didnt stay at the inn. Why, he treated it as if it were some kind ofsemi-permanent lodging where you ate and slept and nothing more.

Hes scaly. And shiny.

Ekirra had been staring at Hexel the entire time and unapologetically picking his nose with his tongue. Mrsha nodded. The other three Lizardfolk that Hexel had brought with him were much more colorful than Drakes. Too bad they were so nervous.

What now? Mrsha looked around for another diversion. Wellher eyes lit up as she saw a gang of cool cats to roll with.

Or rathera very fun Hobgoblin and some Antinium. Mrsha pulled Ekirra over and found Yellow Splatters, Numbtongue, one of the Painted Workers, and a number of Painted Soldiers in a booth.

These were all exceptionally fun people to be around. Antinium and Goblins werent too good to have fun or get dirty. Mrsha pulled Ekirrawho was suddenly shyover.

Tier 5 or 6, I think. It is very reassuring to have her around, but perhaps we do not level?

Too strong. Safe fighting means no levels. Sounds like Xrn does too much work.

I see. But, surely, it is better than dying?

Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters were having a quiet debate as the other Antinium listened. The two friends glanced up as Mrsha slid into a seat next to Purple Smiles.

Hello, Mrsha. And this isEkirra?

Yellow Splatters had a wonderfully deep voice. The Gnoll cub stared at him with round eyes.

Yes?

Mrsha nudged Ekirra. There was nothing to fear! The Antinium didnt even get mad if you accidentally knocked over a glass. They probably wouldnt even complain if Mrsha swiped their food!

Not that she would. Antinium were off-limits. Numbtongue waved at Mrsha and replied to Yellow Splatters.

No high levels means you diejust later. Death of weakness.

Yellow Splatters sighed.

This is true.

Both looked at Mrsha as she banged on the table. She wanted in on this conversation! Importantly, she hand-signed to Numbtongue, who could understand her.

Stone Spears tribe had lower-leveled Gnolls [Warriors]. And some left. But we had higher-leveled [Chieftains] and [Hunters] and things!

They still died when the Goblin Lord attacked. Mrsha felt a pang, but it wasnt the sharp one it used to be. Moreover, Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters both nodded.

Non-combat classes level in peace. Not a Redfang specialty. But she has a good point.

That was why Numbtongue was, like, #2 on the coolness-list. Mrsha puffed out her chest proudly. He gave credit where credit was due.

Indeed. Butand perhaps I am misinterpretingAntinium have no [Chieftains]. I do not believe we can obtain the class as we are.

Numbtongue and Mrsha both blinked at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium had read Mrshaperfectly. Of course, hed seen so before and Antinium had that understanding of body language like Goblins. But it was still impressive!

You understand this?

Yellow Splatters nodded. He reached for a straw in a cup of blue juice and sipped.

Yes.

Mrsha was delighted! Of course, her sign-language was all her design, but shed been improving it with the help of some of the other Earthers, who knew tiny bits of sign language. She really felt understood of late. Especially with [Druids] and Goblins and Antinium and Ekirra and Visma.

It is something to think about. Thank you, Mrsha. Do you have anything you need?

Mrsha shook her head; she was just here for the ambiance. Ekirra saw Yellow Splatters turn his head and froze for a second.

IId-do you eat Gnolls if theyre bad?

Ekirra looked up at Yellow Splatters and asked the first question so far. The Antinium heard Numbtongue snort.

No.

Oh. Good. Theres an Antinium working in the inn now! Actually, three! Theres one!

Ekirra pointed at Silveran, who was sweeping the floor. Yellow Splatters opened his mandibles and raised them and Mrsha laughed at Ekirra.

We know. It is a good thing.

Mrsha nodded. They had their own rooms and everything! Wellroom. Unlike Bird, the three Workers that Erin had gotten from the Hive wanted to sleep together. Bird had expressed an interest himselfbut his collection of bird feathers, arrows, and his Fortress of Fluff required a room to himself. He was actually sort of messy, that Bird.

Numbtongue. Do you want to go adventuring later? I have clothing. It is stinky-stupid.So I cant play. But we can have fun in the mountains!

Mrsha conveyed all that with several gestures. Numbtongue had his own namehe grinned as she pretended to pinch her tongue. The do you want was conveyed in want, a clasping motion to the chest with one paw, and so on.

It wasnt a one-to-one exactly of words to intention, but Mrsha pinching her nose and tapping her head and such were logical motions such that you could infer from her face a lot of what she was saying.

No adventuring today. I am practicing on the guitar. Too tired.

What?Lazy!

The [Bard] was unaffected by her insults. Hed been out late, doing sword-things again. Mrsha scowled; Numbtongue was actually teaching Lyonette some moves. Hed gotten suddenly a lot more interested in his sword. But he hadnt said whyyet. It was a secret and he clearly wanted to tell Erin.

Dont kick me. Go play in the Garden if youre bored. Or shoot arrows with Bird.

The Hobgoblin shook his head at Mrsha. He was downgraded five ranks on the cool list instantly. Stilleveryone had days when they wanted to do their thing and Mrsha was prepared to forgive. Mrsha the Benevolent and Kind could do no less. She was trying to figure out who else she could bother with Ekirra when the Gnoll cub yawned.

Mrshacan I have an icy-slurpy thing from the kitchen? Please?

He whispered to Mrsha. She looked up. That sounded good.

It was a standing order from Lyonette to the staff that Mrshas friends and their family got bonuses, like some of the guests. Mainly because they were friendsand partly to keep them coming back to The Wandering Inn. That meant Ekirra could sometimes sneak some food that Mrsha couldnt from the kitchens.

Erins shaved ice slurpies were an invention that had come out just the other day. Free ice from her sad-fire freezer or Palts magic plus some blue fruit juice or sugar-mix with a bit of fruit juice?

Delicious. The food spies had had a field day with that. Erin had tried to get everyone to eat inside on the first day, instead of sneaking their food away. Mrsha distinctly recalled watching one spy from Liscor buy the snow cone and running for the exit while Erin chased them with a broom.

It was still a fad for the inn because ice wasnt the easiest thing to copy. Although all the big restaurants and inns like Peslas Tailless Thief had [Mages] or access to magic or Skills. Still, Ekirra was wagging his tail.

Please, Mrsha? Dad says other kids want to be your friend so they can go to the inn. He says its dis-in-genuous, but I should be your friend even without free food. But can I have free food?

Mrshas ears perked up. New friends? She signed back after a moments thought.

Get free food for me, too! Friend! Anyone else want food?

She looked at Numbtongue.

Yes. Ill get it. One cone for Mrsha, one for Ekirra

He looked around the table. The other Antinium had been quietly eating from bowls of fufu dipped in the spicy broth and goats meat they loved to eat from Imanis kitchen. Wellonly one of them was a Worker anyways, so they hadnt exactly been leaping to join the conversation.

Purple Smiles raised a hand. The Worker nodded. The other Painted Soldiers susurrated. Mrsha finally recognized two more unique Soldiers among the crowd at the booth.

Chesacre and Thaina! Of course, each Soldier had a name, but the two who were female Soldiers were unique. Not only because their art formed a whole across the two bodies, but because they werefemale.

The other Soldiers were male, or, possibly, indifferent. Yellow Splatters had gone over it with Numbtongue and decided he was probably male. Pawn had expressed the same idea, much to Lyonettes relief. She was bothered by all of it.

Erin said it was their choice and that the entire thing was complicated to Mrsha and that she wasnt an expert. Rose said Chesacre and Thaina were wonderful and used a lot of unfamiliar words.

Mrsha thought Chesacre and Thaina were amazing. Not high on the cool list, but theyd gone into the dungeon, survived Headsnatcher, and come back! A thousand Antinium had gone inand only theyd made it.

That was amazing. And sad. And very brave! Now, Chesacre and Thaina looked at each other, one of their hands holding the others, as Mrsha almost always saw them. ThenThaina raised two free hands as she moved her bowl out of the way. And she said

I and this one would like a drink too.

Mrshastared. So did Numbtongue, Yellow Splatters, and the other Antinium. Ekirra was picking his nose again while staring at the ceiling.

It hadnt been perfect. Instead of a proper name, Thaina had just pointed. But she had done all the words. With Mrshas sign-language!

You two want a drink?

The [Soulbard] blinked at Thaina. She nodded.

Please.

That was a drawing-in motion and a half-smile, which, translated into Antinium expressions, was a slight raise and opening of the mandibles. It wasso natural.

How did they know? Of course they knew! Chesacre and Thaina and the other Antinium were regulars of the inn nowadays and they had seen Mrsha signing and teaching other people. But they had never tried to do it themselves. Because it had been Mrshas language.

But it wasnt just hers. Mrsha processed all of that in a moment. Of course. Soldiers couldnt talk. They had never talked. Their namestheir identities had come when they had painted themselves.

Yetthey could have words. Thaina seemed to know what she had done. She put her hands on the table, and then looked at Mrsha.

Your words. May I have them? Please?

The little Gnoll saw the others looking at her. She looked at Thaina, saw the trembling of the fingers, and smiled. Mrsha carefully signed back.

Yes!Today is a very good day.

She saw Thainas antennae move. And then Chesacre carefully raised her hands.

Yes.

-

Numbtongues raid on the kitchens was harder these days. Imani nearly fended him off until he said the slurpies were for the Antinium and Mrsha and Ekirra. Then she let him have them.

Numbtongue. Are all those for you?

Erin passed the Hobgoblin with a dozen of the precious snowcones balanced in his arms. He grunted.

For the table. Ekirra wanted them.

Is it too much, Erin? I told him theyre for paying guests

Imani stared at Numbtongue. He grinned toothily at her. They had an odd rivalry. Imani, who was terrified of bumps in the night, and most scary things, defended her kitchen from Numbtongue casually wandering in and stealing the fruits of her labor. He had learned she would chase him out or smack him a good one if he tried. Mrsha had gotten the same lesson, incidentally.

Ohwell, its cool. Ekirras an exception, Imani and its just ice and flavor.

Youre not the one who has to shave it down.

Imani grumbled. Erin opened and closed her mouth and Numbtongue smirked at her.

By the way, the Soldiers are talking with Mrshas sign language.

He remarked as he walked back to the table. Erins nodded absently. Then her head snapped around.

Wait, what?

She ran over to the table, after Numbtongue.

You can talk? With Mrshas? That makes so much sense! Guys! You can speak?

She looked at the Antinium. After a second, one of the Soldiers slowly raised his hands.

My foot hurts.

Everyone looked at Polkadots foot. It actually had a gash on it. Erins jaw dropped.

Someone get Polkadot a healing potion! Oh my

She hesitated.

Holy heck! No, wait! Heck! Wait

Before she could figure out a better turn of phrase, Mrsha snatched a snow-cone and began licking it. Numbtongue was serene in the moment, despite being as pleased by the developments as Mrsha. The Antinium began to nibble at the ice as Erin scrubbed at her hair.

This is so good! Yellow Splatters! Pawn is going to be so happy. I have to tell him! Were going by Garrys bakery, anyways. This isgreat. Right?

It is an excellent day.

The [Sergeant] was smiling. Erin looked around. Ekirra and Mrsha had their faces buried in the snow cones, Numbtongue was chowing down with the Antiniumshe threw her hands up.

Does no one know how to be astounded properly?

Erin, where did you go? I thought you were getting the dishesoh no. What is it this time?

Lyonette groaned as she saw Erin dancing around by the booth. Erin turned.

They can speak!

The [Princess] got what Erin meant after a hurried explanation. Then she beamed at the Antinium.

This is wonderful news! Ill tell Pawn! Hell be delighted. And you came up with it just now, Thaina?

The Soldier nodded slowly.

I wanted to speak. So I did.

The others smiled. Lyonette turned to Erin.

Lets go to them.

Yeah, buthand-waving? Shouting? Come on, guys! Dance a bit! Show me you care!

Erin did it, laughing at the way Mrsha nearly snorted ice out her nose. She grinned as the Antinium and Numbtongue smiled.

Fine. I hope Pawn flips, though. Imani! Imani, I actually need those dishes for Garry

The [Innkeeper] collected the fufu, and other dishes from Imani and Palts repertoire that Garry had wanted to sample. He was the only [Chef] who got recipes and the dishes themselves.

Throw in a bag of that rice we got, please? No, waitfour bags. The big ones. He has to make food for the Free Queen and the others. Hell pay us back.

Imani helped load the huge bags of rice that came from Oteslia into Erins bag of holding. Then the two young women hurried into Liscor to spread the good news.

After they had gone. Numbtongue licked the snow cone and Ekirra decided he did want to run around after all. He had stains on his clothing, but then, so did Mrsha. The little Gnoll scowled after Lyonette. She looked around at the group.

She and Pawn have sex.

She informed the group. The Antinium, Goblin, and other Gnoll looked at her.

We know.

Yellow Splatters signed back.

-

Erin Solstice was smiling. It did seem obvious in hindsight. But that wasnt what was special about that little moment in the inn.

What was special wasit hadnt come from her. One of the Soldiers had decided to do it of their own volition. And that was what was extraordinary.

The inn was changing. No

Liscor was changing. Erin Solstice walked down the streets with Lyonette. And she remembered what it had been. She had been alone in the crowds, a stranger.

Nowshe saw other Humans. Not many. She was still a minority. But there were Humans from Esthelm, Celum, and even further! Even a Dullahan on vacation.

And look! An Antinium patrol of Painted Antinium was marching down the street. Erin waved.

Hey, good luck! Stop by the inn on the way back!

They all stopped for her, which was embarrassing. But the Painted Antinium were more welcome. Some people knew specific Antinium.

And yessome people hated the Humans in their city. Some gave the Antinium dirty looks and spoke about the Hive and the Antinium Wars.

But the proof, to Erin, that there was more good than bad was in the bakery.

Garrys bakery was still running. And since theyd arranged to meet here, the [Chef] himself was running the stall.

Sohow much is this entire quiche?

Two copper coins.

Two copper coins.

One copper coin?

The [Chef] was haggling with a very suspicious Human [Laborer] whod stopped by the shop, right outside the entrance to the Hive. The man hesitated.

And its got no bugs in it?

That is not guaranteed. Did you take it from the non-bug section?

Yeah

Then it had no more chance of bugs than any loaf of bread you eat. Which, statistically does have a bug in it.

Youre lying to me.

There are often bits of grasshopper or other insects from the wheat harvest in grain. Is this not a fact you are aware of? I believe it adds nutritional value.

The man hesitated. But hed gone too far and was being weirded out by it all. He fumbled a copper coin onto the table.

Uhthanks. My mate said that the muffins here were to die for. Heres hoping no bugs, right? How much for a muffin?

One copper.

One copper?

One copper for two?

Garry!

The Antinium turned as Erin came over, beaming. The muffins looked to die for, and she plucked one up.

Hows my favorite Antinium [Chef]? And thats only you, so dont get worried. You cant sell these for a copper, Garry! Theyre worth a lot more! Even with bugs! Can I have one?

Yes, Erin. It is good to see you.

The Antinium smiled. Erin took a big bite of the raisin muffin, and the [Laborer] brightened. He fumbled for his coin pouch.

Ill have s

Erin sprayed the acidfly-muffin to the side. The man backed away as Erin coughed.

No, wait! I didnt check which one it was. That uhit was good except for bugs. You know I have a thing about bugs, Garry.

I have observed this, Erin. I am sorry you do not find it palatable. Yet.

The [Chef] reassured her. Lyonette caught up as Erin drank from her water flask.

Hello, Garry. Is your shop doing well?

The Antinium smiled.

I have lost money every single day since opening. However, I have also cleared my entire inventory. Even the bug-items. I am leveling up.

Thats great, really. Do I have anything in my teeth? Wheres Pawn? Weve got great news, Garry.

The [Chef]s antennae perked up. As Erin unloaded her bag of holding he listened to the revelation about Antinium speech.

This is most excellent. I am very happy! I must have my two assistants learn to speakalthough I do not know if they will be able to do the same signing.

Why?

Their bodies are not the same. They have different appendages.

Thats rightbecause theyre Flying Antinium? What are their names again?

Pisca and Runel. They are both nearing Level 10 as [Assistant Baker] and [Assistant Cook].

Ooh! And heres the riceImani says shed be glad to have you in the kitchen if you want to practice.

Garry delicately sampled the dishes Erin had put out.

This is indeedmm. Yes. I am very pleased. I think I will attempt to make them first, Erin, and then inquire if I have questions. Interestinga root mashed up? What if I added intestines of, say, larvae and

The young womans smile turned a bit green as Garry began speculating. Erin loved Garrys bakery, really. But she had vowed never to buy anything close to the insect-section.

Is Pawn around, Garry?

I believe so. He went to purchase some supplies and has been delayed. Is Bird doing well, Erin?

Hes as happy as can be. I think hes planning on upgrading the towerthe third floors done but Lyonette wants an attic. Birds got plans since he asked for all this wood and nails and rope and stuff.

Hed better not try making changes without me. But at least hes busy and not asking for a ballista. Or a catapult. Or a trebuchet.

Lyonette rolled her eyes. Then she and Erin saw a figure heading down the mostly-empty street. Garry saw a hungry-looking Drake boy in less-than-stellar clothing run up.

The usual, Kesst? I have a special pie for you. It does not have bugs. Do not look at me like that. One momentone copper, please.

Erin turned her headbut Lyonette hugged Pawn and distracted her and the Drake boy was gone with an entire pie before she could blink.

Pawn! I have the most wonderful news!

Really? But how disappointing. I thought I was the only one with a wonderful discovery today. Once again, Erin has outdone me. It was her, wasnt it?

Pawn, the [Priest] of the Painted Antinium smiled as he embraced Lyonette back. He had something in his handsa journal? And a quill.

It wasnt me, for once! Hi Pawn! Hows it going?

Very well, Erin. And soon to be better?

The Soldiers can talk! With Mrshas sign language! Its so obviousthey cant write, but they can talk!

Erin threw up her hands. Garry copied her. Pawns antennae went still for a moment.

Oh. Of course. Howwonderful.

Pawn?

The [Priest] clasped two hands together.

I am overcome with emotion, Lyonette. And I feel foolish that I did not think of it myself. Thisthis is wonderful news! And it fits. It shall be the last entry I write in this.

He brandished the notebook at Lyonette and Erin. The two regarded it curiously.

Whats that, Pawn? Your diary? Hey, thats not a bad idea!

The [Innkeeper] saw Pawn shake his head slightly.

Oh no, Erin. This is no journal. Thisis to become our sacred text. I have just added the first entry.

The young woman saw Lyonettes head swivel towards her. Her jaw dropped.

You mean, a bible?

If that is the word, yes. I was given to understand by Ryoka that there are many such documents. Conflicting reports.

Uhsort of.

That was somehow Pawn. Hes taken this to another level that Erin couldnt follow him to in a moment. She had to process this.

Youre going to write it, Pawn?

Who else but me, Erin? It occurred to me the other day that if I died

Dont say that.

Lyonette squeezed Pawn with a scowl. He went on, doggedly.

and that I am simply inefficient by myself. There are [Acolytes]. But a written text is reproducible. Why? Is there something wrong with me writing one?

Er. NyI think Ill let Ryoka answer that. You might be the right person, actually. Unless theres a dude who walks on water somewhere. Waitnohe didnt actually write anything down. Huh.

I could ask Magus Grimalkin?

Pawn tilted his head left and right, doubtfully. Erin laughed.

Sowhat are you writing?

The [Priest] offered her the journal. It was plain, and the ink freshly dried.

Everything the Antinium need to know to find Heaven. That is all, Erin. I do not have the confidence to do anything else.

To him, it was a manual to getting into Heaven. Erin opened itPawn had yet to give his text a name. She read, slowly, seeing the neat handwriting of the Antinium, economical with space yet still legible.

In the beginning, someone might have created the world. Or, possibly, it sprang into existence due to a number of factors. The world of our reality was potentially created in seven days. Other sources claim different lengths of time or methods. Reports are unclear and unverifiable.

It does not matter. Once, perhaps, there were gods. But they were not gods for us. Far later, when the gods were dead, the Antinium were created and created themselveswe were not born, but made.

It went on for a bit. Pawn did not know the full story of the Antinium and he wrote that down.

Its uhvery honest about the gaps, Pawn.

It is not the important part, Erin. I am just giving perspective. What do you think?

Um. I think its great. Really. Do you think itll really help with your sermons, Pawn?

I believe so, Erin. After allI plan to hire an [Illustrator] and pay for the important parts.

What parts?

The [Priest] pointed up.

The sky. This book must have color. And each one should have a flower. I have thought about more to add. I am open to suggestions.

Erin and Lyonette exchanged a glance. Erin smiled.

You knowI think every religious text could use a picture of the sky and a flower. What aboutsome smells? Besides flowers?

Cinnamon. These are good ideas, yes. Shall we go conduct the interviews? You said you were on a busy schedule, Lyonette.

Pawn made a few notes on a separate journal. Erin saw Lyonette nod.

Absolutely. Ishkr should have the applicants all set. Garry, Im sorry, we have to run back to the inn, but

I am quite happy, Miss Lyonette, Erin. I must add these recipes to my cookbook. I will have someone take over my bakery. And I found a dead rat on the street. Goodbye!

The [Chef] happily hurried back into the Hive. Erin waved after him and they walked back to the inn. They walked backErin bounced on her feet and slapped her forehead.

Oh no. I have to pick up some sugar! I promised Imani!

You could get someone to

Too late, Lyonette saw Erin run off towards Krshias stall. She rolled her eyes, but she headed back to the inn with Pawn. He was writing in his journal.

More of your text, Pawn? Erins explained the idea of gthe idea ofthe idea of religion, but its so strange.

She stumbled a bit. Pawn looked up and nodded.

I know. I could explain again.

Its fine. I dont need to get it.

Yet you enjoy my presence anyways. How curious.

Lyonette started giggling. Pawns deadpan astonishment always made her do that. Pawn looked ahead.

So. How is your day going?

I got Mrsha to wear a dress. Well, a kilt. Youll see once we get to the inn. And were hoping to hire eight more positions onto the staff.

How many of them will be Antinium? There are thirty seven applicants.

Lyonette hesitated.

Im hoping to add four, Pawn. Permanently. But I want more Drakes, Gnolls, even a Human if ones applied.

I see. I hope they meet the qualifications. How will you decide?

Erin and I will do it. Shell probably handle the Antinium unless you have observations.

Pawn tilted his head back and forth.

Did you not once tell me that Erin was garbage at managing the staff?

Lyonette looked around for Erin. She sighed.

Erincannot fire people. Or balance a budget. She doesnt really have an eye for talent, either. However, she does bring out the best in people regardless of who they are. If she finds someone she likes, Ill definitely consider hiring them. We work well together.

I see. That does seem useful. I will offer my suggestions if you would like.

I would like that. Just whisper them to me or tell me when no one will hear, though, mkay? Especially because we might have to hire Ishkrs sister. He asked us to consider it and hes really been so helpfulbut uheven he wont recommend her, so be subtle, alright?

Of course. I have learned subterfuge, Lyonette.

She laughed a bit at that and Pawn smiled. But thenhe did not show her what hed just written either.

In the beginning, there was an inn. And a kind person came there one day. Her name was Erin Solstice

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An ordinary day in The Wandering Inn. Or unordinary, as it might turn out to be. But either way, it began quietly, without explosions or too much drama.

How many days had passed since the last event? What counted? The Wyvern attack? Magnolia Reinhart storming into Liscor?

No matter how you sliced it, though, a lot had happened. Even recently, the inn had been demolished and rebuilt, and didnt that feel like an age ago? And still, here the inn was. Here it remained.

It made Montressa du Valeross feelodd. Odd, because part of her enjoyed these days.

It was as if she had exhausted all her mana. But instead of feeling mana burnt, or mana drainedshe was just empty. Not apathetic. Just empty of the hate and rage and fear.

She had been like that for a while, now. She woke up every day, ate a tasty breakfast, went out with Beza or sat about taking notes, arguing, watching the orb. Studied magic in the evenings

It was likebeing at Wistram Academy.

No. Wrong.

It was like how being at Wistram should have been. How it had been for about two years before her world had turned upside down. That day when Calvaron died, and she became an outcast and her two friends left.

She should have gone with them. Noshe shouldnt have judged them as she did. Noshe had her reasons to do that and they had been fair and unfair at the same time.

It was just a bad time.

That was how Montressa could accept it. It was not a neat bow on the past. Nor did it clear up the present. Erin still held Montressa at a remove. Her access to the Garden of Sanctuary wasspotty. Mrsha kept pranking Bezale. Her status in Wistram was in jeopardy, if she ever returned. Beatrice would surely kill her.

And wasthat fine? Again, it wasnt great. But Montressa realized she was done.

Done with hunting Pisces. Done with her grudge that had carried her out this far. Forgiving him was hard. But trying to kill him was impossible.

He had done it. Unleashed the undead. He was a [Necromancer]. He had lied to her andhe was also the same person who had linked with Ceria. Killed an Adult Creler.

Someone could be a friend, a hero, hateful and glorious and more at the same time. Montressa wasnt done thinking it over. But she couldnt maintain her quest.

Neither did she have a team anymore. Isceil was dead. Ulinde had gone to the Halfseekers, chasing her dream. Palt waswith them and not at the same time.

And Beza? Even she had a different journey, reckoning with Calruz and herself. So where did Montressa fall into all of it?

You know. Erin wont kick us out. I dont think so, at least. Not unless we make a mistake like before. Maybe we could do some spells for her. Temporary enchantments and so on.

Mhm.

The two were walking down a street. Montressa went on.

And we both earn enough to pay rent and for food and other necessities. I mean, Liscors not exactly First Landing. Its not expensive.

Reasonable, yes.

Sowe could live here forever, couldnt we? I mean, what else would we do?

At that, Bezale stopped. She looked at Montressa.

Im going home.

Now?

The [Aegiscaster] saw the [Spellscribe], her tall, muscular friend, smile.

Not now, Montressa. But someday I will return to the House of Minos and I wish to bring back a worthy gift for my people when I do. Astory.

I get that.

And you have a family. What will House Valeross say?

Honestly? They wouldnt be pleased, but if I helped out a bitIm a [Mage], Bezale. That sort of makes me a friendly outsider who can help but whos not expected to be political or get married. I just

Youre being melancholy again. You havent been staring at that Erins flames, have you?

Bezale elbowed Montressa in the chest. The [Mage] almost laughed.

No. No, its justI dont know what to do, Beza.

Mhm.

I mean

The Minotauress folded her arms and leaned against a wall for a moment.

I know what you mean. Me too, Montressa. Me too.

The two looked at each other. And there it was. Mons had been so much youngeryears younger, half a decade and thus a quarter of her life ago when Pisces had earned her enmity. Her life had been consumed by her isolation, her grudge.

Now what? What did she have left?

Ican barely remember being a 1^st Year student. Or 2^nd Year. What did I want to do before I wanted to put Pisces in jail, take revenge?

Montressa looked at her hands. Bezale raised her fist to knock.

Perhaps save it for after we

I wanted to be a great [Mage]. I wanted to become an Archmage. Beza. I want to keep studying magic.

The Minotauress looked at Mons. She lowered her fist.

Okay. Whats stopping you?

I mean, I want to learn magic. Not just keep up my studies, Beza. Where did that Beza go? The one who was learning in books and arguing with professors? That Mons? Were more like adventurers these days. We have jobs. We should be [Mages]. Students of magic! We

Hello?

The door opened and a suspicious face poked her head out. Montressa and Bezale had been standing outside the shop for the last minute or so, talking. The two jumped.

Oh! Um. MissCedava? Were Montressa and Bezale. We sent you a letter via Street Runner regarding a meeting?

The suspicious [Seamstress]s face cleared. She was, in fact, the best and most-fashionable clothier in all of Invrisil, which was where Montressa and Bezale were. She opened the door wider, letting a bustling shops sounds pour over them.

Of course! I didnt expect

She eyed Bezale. The Minotauress was all charm, though.

We quite understand, Miss Cedava. Would you like to speak here or more privately?

My backroom. Please excuse me. Sharit? Take over the front for me, please.

A Dullahan with pins in his mouth made his body wave at the woman. The two [Mages] headed back with Cedava. The [Seamstress] was a bit flustered, and eyed the twos considerably younger age askance as she offered them some tea. But Montressa and Beza had done this before.

Calm, polite, professional. Theyd received lessons from Wistram on how to act. Of coursethey were acting in their own capacity here, and that was the first thing Montressa said after the niceties were done.

We maintain our Wistram contracts, but wed like to be up front that this is not an Academy business, as we said, Miss Cedava.

Of course.

The woman looked uneasy for a moment. Beza stepped in. Theyd perfected this part too.

Naturally, thats to everyones benefit. Wistram-sponsored is less preferable to relying on the academys resources without the political entanglement.

I can see that. And you two are running the

Mons had a polite smile on her face as she adjusted her posture. There was a way to do this, especially two-on-one. You could be intimidating since the other person was obviously outnumbered. But reassurance was what they wanted here, so Bezale sat a bit back as Montressa took the intimate role.

If Beza leaned forwards the other person was in fear of being stabbed in the head by a horn. Or Beza head butting them.

Were coordinating the network, yes, Miss Cedava. But were hardly the managers. Rather, we facilitate. Youd own your business here, in Liscor, or Pallass. Our job is just to handle hiccups. And of course, theres a larger system to fall back on. We are making use of the door, after all.

Of course. Throughtheer

The Wandering Inn.

It was only partly untrue, which is why it would have soared past a truth spell. Montressa had workshopped a lot of the dialogue with one, in fact. Cedava might have been using one concealed somewhere; there was a flicker by the desk behind Montressa she was picking up, but all the better. That meant Cedava was smart and also that she knew they were telling the truth.

Even ifErin wasnt exactly sanctioning this. But it was true, everything Mons and Beza had said and the deal they were laying out.

A shop in Liscor. You knowits a small city. Compared to Invrisil.

A shop in a city thats added over a tenth of its population in the last months. Two tenths, actually, right Beza?

And Pallass. Remember, Miss Cedava. Dont think of Liscor as a city in the old, geographical sense. Think of it as a city half an hour away from Invrisil. And half an hour away from Pallass. And soondozens of other cities.

The womans eyes widened. But it was true. The [Lords] of Izril that Erin was delivering goods to were making the same inquiries as a few Drake cities and Human ones.

I cansee that. But Invrisil would be the same city, wouldnt it?

Exactly. But you already have a shop here. Liscor on the other hand is where The Wandering Inn is based. And Pallass? Its the City of Inventions. Two other cities.

The [Seamstress] was nodding. She was no fool; she was the most savvy [Seamstress] in Invrisil, both businesswoman and designer of fantastic clothing. That was why Magnolia Reinhart had come to her for her new dresses that had left such a mark.

Oh yes. A mark. True, the King of Destruction had been in the news and there were always new things coming in via scrying orb. Niers Astoragon playing chess, the drama with the Couriers at sea.

Something for everyone. But the world of fashion was still dwelling on things like Magnolias dress. Never mind the assassination attempt.

Even passing through her shop to the back had shown Montressa that Cedavas business was hopping. Everyone wanted a dress in the new fashion!

Opening up two more business in two different cities is a huge thing to imagine, Mage Montressa. I can barely keep my shop running even after hiring twice as much staff and giving the others overtime

Cedava laughed. Mons just raised an eyebrow.

Miss Cedava. Youre swamped here. But that means two more shops will have three times as much business. And revenue.

That shook the woman. She licked her lips.

You think so?

Bezas turn. She steepled her fingers together.

Miss Cedava. Ive been in Liscor and I know theres demand for your clothing at the right prices. Pallass? Different prices. We can, ahem, tailor to each city. But the moment wont last forever. Everyone steals designs

The [Seamstress]s gaze darkened.

Yes they do. Half of the [Seamstresses] and [Tailors] and so-called [Fashionistas] are stealing the designs I came up with.

Montressa barely noticed the hesitation. She probably would have missed it if she hadnt known to look for it.

The ones Magnolia gave you from Earth, you mean, eh? But she smiled innocuously.

Well, you can beat the competition, Miss Cedava. Bezale and I are willing to do the footwork, make the connections. And dont think of it as being too far away to manage. Well bring the applicants wholl run your shop and cut your dresses here. You want to make sure they have the right Skills? Communicate a new design? Invrisil is two door jumps away at most.

The woman was nodding.

Ilets say I want to open one shop in Pallassor maybe Liscor

Were all too willing to adjust. Take it however slow you want, Miss Cedava.

And you have ideas?

We have a roster. Beza, our Liscor file.

The woman was astounded as Mons and Bezale pulled up a file on each of the people they thought could be Cedavas representative in Liscorand people who might move from Invrisil or Pallass to fill the role.

You had that all ready?

Just in case youd accept. Were moving fast, Miss Cedava. Youre not the only person investing in other cities.

Her eyes flickered. Yes, thats right. We clue you in that youre part of a bigger thing and youll sign our contract. Mons was not unskillful in this game. After allshe had a been a Secret Broker in Wistram.

From there it was just going over details and terms and offering Cedava a magical contract to sign. Mons was perfectly willing to give the woman a day or two, but shed clearly already been bought by the pitch or even beforehand. She signed then and there and then tossed something extra in to sweeten the deal.

Were booked now, but Ill put both of you down for a free dress on the house. Any style. Its a pleasure to be working with you two.

Mons and Beza kept their faces straight. Only when they had bade farewell and gotten several blocks away did they celebrate.

Another client!

The two high-fived and Mons hugged Beza. Cedava was number six! Their new network of business and possibly secret brokering was off the ground!

It was all about understanding, seeing the potentiality in the magic door. Not just that you could move goods from one place to anotherthat was old hat, basic.

It was about talent. Having a [Seamstress] like Cedava able to compete with Pallassand in her case, take Pallass by storm since she had the new designs Pallass had seen the Human [Ladies] wearing!

All of Montressa and Bezales clients were that level of savvy. Which meant getting them onboard easy. The first had actually helped come up with the idea.

It had been Rufelt and Lasica. Not on Cedavas level. But rather, Lasica and Rufelt had agreed to take on lower-level [Chefs] and [Bartenders] from Invrisil and Liscor to train up. The idea had sprung from a night on the city with Montressa and Bezale lamenting Palts exalted positionright after Pelt had jumped over to Esthelm.

After that? It had flowed like clockwork.

Client number two was Pelt. The two were helping him ship out his custom order and get the high-roller clients as well as source ore via Pallass and Invrisil. They had the skillsetWistram was a name. And then had come Hedault, and

They had yet to turn a massive profit. Ormuch of one. Mons and Beza were running around getting new clients, setting up the businesses. But they were already reaping dividends. After allthey were the unofficial gatekeepers of the doorway.

No one else had quite mastered the ability to walk through the door like they could. They didnt know Erin Solstice. And from what Montressa now understoodany would-be entrepreneurs would run up against a brick wall in Erin and then have to deal with Lyonette.

It was a strange new world. Montressa was poised to be the first multi-city broker. She hadnt gone into secret-brokering, which was something with the gangs of each city and more dangerousbut here she was.

Palt was welcome to his damn status as the go-getter for his faction with Erin giving him Earth-only information. Montressa had taken the other option, which might be more advantageous to her personally in the long run. After allmoney and influence werent what Erin had in spades. Not like this. But then againshe didnt want to get to know Erin as well as Palt did.

I think this calls for a night in Tails and Scales.

Beza rubbed her hands together. They were, of course, on the entry list. Mons was smiling. But one thing subdued her joy.

This is going to be us, isnt it, Beza? I meanIm glad youre working with me. Butthats it for our careers in our factions, isnt it?

The Minotauress head lowered. The Scriptels were allied with the Revivalists. And theyd both lied about Erin.

We werent the largest horns around anyways. And when the wind blows you west, you dont sail east.

Unless its the Last Tide.

Dont be smart.

Beza elbowed Montressa again. The [Aegiscaster] smiled.

Sodrinks. When do you want to rub Palts face in it?

With the new dresses and a bucket of gold. And Montressa?

Mhm?

Beza stopped her friend and looked at her seriously.

Its all ahead, Montressa. You and Ithis is it. Studying? We can afford the spellbooks wed never get until we were at the top of our factions. Success? Your team up with Beatrice wont be half as successful as this.

She was right. Montressa felta bit more grounded. As if she had been floating on the familys lake right outside the Valeross mansion. And finallyshe was tethered.

The [Mage] reached out and grasped Bezas arm.

I guess weve got to break the news to Erin too at some point. Maybe at Tails and Scales tonight?

Maybe Lyonette first? Which do we tackle? The [Princess]ll want a cut.

UmErin. Erins the one we need. Lyonettes savvy.

She is a [Princess].

Beza used a quick [Silence] spell on that last bit. Montressa nodded. Oh yes. There was a reason to be at The Wandering Inn. She couldnt believe she hadnt put it together. But, wellred hair wasnt all Terandrian royalty. But Lyonette really, really needed her anti-[Appraisal] ring. Montressa had been flipping out about Mrsha when shed figured that out.

StrangelyPawn hadnt had a single level. Either he was like that Ryoka or something else was up. But Montressa had time.

She and Beza were just about to go look for gifts to placate Erin and Lyonette when they both raised their fingers to their brows.

Argh. Duty calls.

Cheer up. This proves they need us.

Client #3 wanted a word. And since they were also poised to really make Montressa and Bezale rich, the two hurried off. They were based in Invrisil, too. The two went to find the Players of Celum. That Emme knew when to make deals too.

-

Look at them. Look at where theyve come.

Opening clothing shops in multiple cities, making suspicious bug-free pies, writing religious texts.

Putting on a kilt. Sometimeseveryone just needed to look themselves in a mirror and wonder how far theyd come. Sometimesit was a stranger who looked back at you.

Temile stopped admiring himself in the spoon when he realized Jasi was laughing at him. The Drake saw the [Producer] blush.

Sorry. Dont want them to throw us out.

He gulped, only partly joking as he stared around the restaurant, the Djinnis Spoon. One of the most high-class and sought-after establishments in the entire City of Adventurers.

Not currently being run by a Djinni, incidentally. The little historical placard theyd been given along with the expensive, gleaming silverware at the cloth table which was actually just a cloth drapedin the air to act like a tablehard on the surface but with nothing to smack your shins intoexplained the history of the place.

Apparently, the Djinnis Spoon had used to employ a Chandrarian Djinni as the cook, but it had been forced to sell the Djinni a long time ago when theyd fallen on hard times. Still, the restaurant had rallied on good cooking and still kept the name and magical bent.

Dont worry, Temile. The [Chef] asked for your autograph along with all of ours. They wont kick us out until they get them.

Mine?

You performed with us on stage!

Just once. And that was a spontaneous show. Im not nearly as good as the main cast of the Players

Temile felt nervous and out-of-place in this fancy restaurant. He sat straight as if the elegant [Waiter] practically gliding over to them were inspecting his behavior.

Ladies, gentlemen. Were delighted to host the Players of Celum tonight. The management would like to express what an honor it is and if I might be unprofessional for just a momentI saw the second showing of Elisial and I was star struck.

Oh, thank you so much! May I ask your name?

That came from Wesle. The [Waiter] blushed as he bowed.

Engam, sir.

Well, let me just writeJasi, do you want to do the embellishments?

Wesle handed the cardboard autograph over to Jasi. And when she laughed next to Temile, he felt every eye in the restaurant turn to her. He felt dirty, unkempt, the cut on his cheek from where hed been shaving this morning in The Wandering Inn as large as a sword gash.

His right hands thumb also felt obvious and exposed, despite the fact that hed hidden it under the tablecloth. Compared to him, Jasi shone. One of the two most famous [Actors] in the city, a sensation that had taken the City of Adventurers by storm, she wrote, sounding out her autograph for the delighted Engam.

I hopeyou will have a chance to see us on stage again, Engam. Love, Jasi Redigal. Thank you so much! Wasnt that the play where we were still getting our feet and we accidentally burned half the set?

The part-Dwarf woman grinned over her wineglass on her taller seat as the [Waiter] bowed and circulated the table. The first bottle of wine was poured generously into Temiles glass. No stinting for this crowd.

He didnt fit in. There was Emme, the real [Manager] of the troupe in Invrisil. Wesle, the male [Actor] who had the eye of every eligible bacheloretteand some who werent eligiblein the city on him.

Kilkran, bald but golden-voiced. Esbell, Yimurr, their first Gnoll [Actor], Pralcem, the second, Jexam, the Drake behind the scenes, Andel, the [Writer]

This was the crew. The originals, take no exceptions, who had left Celum and gone to Invrisil before the door existed. Theyd beat the door, in fact, and become legends by their hard work.

Temile? Temile hadstayed. But theyd insisted he come along. Nowthe Players shone.

In fact, theyd had to give him his take of their profits just so he could buy a suit that fit this restaurant. The Players were rich. They wore magical artifacts, Cedavas tailoring, and theyd gotten this booking by being invited. Not even asking.

Gone were the days when they were a ragtag group performing out of a warehouse or a curtain in the Frenzied Hare, with Erin Solstice serving tables and making food while helping them with their lines.

Temile almost missed it. And yetwhen the first course was placed down and literally levitated upwards such they you had to use one of the delicately sharp forks to spear it, like a fish moving through the airyou sort of didnt miss hunger and no money.

Half magical air, half spun sugar. Nali-sticks and Toanberries, combined together. The dipping sauce adds the slightest savory to balance the sweet. A classic of the Djinnis Spoonand the cause of one fatality where a particularly hungry customer ate thirty and levitated eight miles into the air before the spell wore off.

The [Waiter] delivered all that with a flair of his own. He might have been a good [Actor]. Temile hesitated, and bit his lip on the comment.

It was far from a quiet, reserved table. The others were talkingarguing over the moment with in Elisial. They were all the centers of attentionhalf-acting even now.

No, no, I recall it now! We did burn the set! I nearly killed Andelbut Eltistiman saved the day! Most of the audience had no idea half the set was magical and it worked so well we had Eltistiman do the next three plays with illusions for the props!

Kilkran was laughing as he hugged Eltistiman with one arm. The [Magician] was not one of the originals, but he had certainly earned his place. Eltistiman toasted the others with a glass.

And my life was entirely for the better the moment I asked to join your troupe!

Dead gods. And we met you with those [Thugs] or whatever in the inn. Remember? Wesle and the others decided it was a good idea to pretend to be [Warriors]

Jasi laughed and Wesle turned red. Temile grinned as he took another deep drinkhe had heard that one.

Hah! WellI may have had a fat head. But I did just get my [Method Actor] Skill.

The [Actor] conceded. The others chuckled. It was Yimur who lifted a paw.

And at lastI can finally catch up to you there, Wesle. No more of you quietly lording it over the rest of us! Oh, do you want me to string a bow? I know how, thanks to my Skill. Anyone fancy a little duel? Ive been studying Gold-rank [Warriors]

The others laughed again. Orica, who had been almost as quiet as Temile, lifted a fork and the floating sugar shed been nibbling on.

Yes, thats right. To Yimur and the [Humble Actor] Skill!

Temile could voice agreement here, and did so gladly. This was a celebration as much as a reunion andif Emme had been hintingsomething more. Yimur took a bow to applause around the room.

Skills and levels. Do you have any new ones as a [Producer], Temile?

Jasi leaned over and murmured to him as the others began arguing about who Yimur should shadow first. Temile felt a flash ofjealousy? He had no right to that. Hed volunteered to stay, after all.

Ah, well, just a few. Im not Emme. So my [Producer] class only gave me a few. [Eye for Talent], [Pinpoint Discord]helps with the arguments behind the scenes, and a decent one in [Revitalizing Touch].

Oh! Like a [Masseuse]? Or some [Healers]?

She smiled.

Yes. Funny storyit saved our lives in this performance where

Before he could tell the not-so-great story, Temile was interrupted by the [Waiter] again. This time he had the first course.

Players of Celum, our first dish. Goose elrava. Which is to say

He placed the dish down with a flourish. It was, in facteveryone exclaimed at the pile of oddly-colored

Salt?

Emme looked up. Engam nodded.

Exactly, Miss Emme. Salt, in six varieties. A special blend, mixed with elements of Sages Grass, spices from three continentsall to create a baking shell. And inside is the goosethe Anitt-breed. Known for their ferocity such that far larger monsters will not dare to cross them. Highly intelligent, highly delectable. The salt comes awayas so

He produced a brush and flicked it over the dish. It was a clever trick; Temile was sure the [Magical Chef] or whatever the persons class was had prepared the goose and re-covered it with salt. How else to explain the glaze and other additions from the baked dish?

But the salt mixture whirled up, landed in a flurry on the table, and became

A Salt Golem. Nothing like the real thing, but it briskly donned the little hat Engam placed on its head, cut and divided and served the goose to the delight of the Players.

And it was delicious and moistnot what youd expect for something baked in salt. Or was it? Temile was no [Cook]. He saw Jasi pressing a clawed hand to her mouth.

It is so good. Im drooling. Temile, what were you saying?

Ive completely forgotten. I wonder if we can give Erin some of this?

Dead gods! She really should have come with us!

You know her. She hasnt even used the booth. I dont actually think we told her we were going to the DjinnisSpoon. Did you, Temile?

It completely slipped my mind. But perhaps if we can bring some back well convince her.

Ill petition the [Chef] myself for a second one. On bended knee!

Kilkran got up to laughter. Half the table wanted to stop him, the other half egged him on. He entered the kitchen to the audible delight of the [Chef].

Jasi rolled her eyes. She looked back at Temile.

Erin serves you food, doesnt she?

Room and board for those of us not taking lodging elsewhere. Very decent food. Just not

Jasi nodded.

I still recall Agnes inn. I wonder what became of it during the Bloodraiders attack?

The two shuddered. Temile was glad to have taken the Players to Erins inn. But he had an aunt whod narrowly avoided

Er, Jasi. Im quite grateful to you all making me a part of the Players. To be honest, I fairly dont fit in.

The man confessed at last. It burst out of him. Jasis eyes widened.

What? You were the one who stayed to keep the Players alive in Celum, Temile! Of course wed make you one of the originals! Emme was beside herself when we found out we hadnt paid you properly!

Exactly. We thought youd be furious. Kilkran cant look you in the eye, hence him going off.

Orica leaned over. Temile started.

Him? But Im not half as grand as

He waved an arm around and found it was shaking. This place scared him more than any stage. He could stand in front of a crowd of hundreds or even thousand in Invrisil and perform his lines even if he was scared spitless. But this place?

Jasi started laughing. Orica joined in as well. She shook her head.

Temile. You think I dont feel like Im out of place? I was a [Washer] less than a year ago! Im so scared Ill spill wine and have to pay for the tablecloth I nearly wet myself!

The [Producer] stared at Jasi. She looked so sincere. Of course, she could be lying. But then he rememberedreally remembered who they were.

Look at them. Here was Jasi, who had washed clothing until her scales fell off, and whose brother had lured an [Innkeeper] into a mugging. Wesle, the unfortunate [Guardsman] whod had to deal with a stranger from Liscor.

Kilkran, the [Blacksmith] with a heart of gold and Yimur, his assistant! Emme, whod been working as a [Manager] overseeing [Stablehands]. Andel had been a [Potter]

Slowly Temile relaxed. And then he laughed. Jasis eyes twinkled at him.

We should have remembered what its like. Weve done this several timesbut the first restaurant we went to like this we were so terrified. I think we still are, but you know [Actors]. Forgive us?

Well, I feel the right fool. Cut me in swain, milady, with a sword, and it twould be a kindness for your tongues no less sharp!

He muttered. It was a line from Elisial and Jasis laughter and her clapping her hands made him relax. Suddenlythe food was ten times more delicious and it had already been phantasmal.

Kilkran came back with a team of the staff, all of whom had his autograph, and a promise to get the goose in exchange for an autograph from all of them. The next course was a cassouletmagical of course.

Sixteen different meats, each from a magical animal. For instance, we have Frost Wyvern prime cuts, Rocs wing, Stelboreseasoned and prepared separately to remove the gaminessnaturally our vegetable medley is no less magical. The beans, for instance, are the Qizl beans which grow to those fantastical giant vines if given enough mana, overnight as the legends say

The others were interrupted by a shout. Pralcem had rapped another of the [Actor]s fingers as he helped himself to the delicious meal.

Pralcem, damn it! Thats my fencing-hand! How will we perform later if Im injured?

The other Gnoll growled.

Youll put a potion on it. Let the [Waiter] finish.

Temile was half-listening. Orica was looking at the dish as it was served. She spoke to Jasi and Temile as they began the third course with great delight.

With the Skills of the [Chef], apparently well be full on the courses but wont fill up. We can go three days without even needing to think of a bite and if we do eatwe wont gain weight. Its the kind of thing a Gold-rank adventurer can order before going on a long mission.

Fantastic. You know, that [Waiter] could have been one of us. Im sure hed pass an audition in the Players of Liscor.

Tell him! He might actually join!

Jasi laughed. Temile shook his head.

He probably earns more than Ithan our Players of Liscor do in a night here than a month of work.

Ohtrue. Is it just not as popular?

Some of the others looked at Temile. He rolled his shoulders.

The difference between a city Liscors size and one of Invrisils, Im afraid. But we make quite a good living! Just not this.

Wait until you get invited to Pallass, Temile. Your day will come. Then I want some of the money flowing back into our coffers!

Kilkran laughed and Temile grinned.

Its a promise, Five Families willing. Pallass is just reluctant to have us in. First it was because we were mostly Humans

Now?

That we came from a Human-city. I cant win.

There was good-natured laughter and cursing all around. Two of the others elbowed Jexam.

Put in a good word for you, Jexam! And you, Jasi.

Were from the north! They wont take us.

Ah, well, maybe after today Temile will have his shot.

Emme looked around and the table stirred. Jasi smiled knowingly, and so did Wesle and Kilkran, and a few others, but no one elaborated.

High-level. Thats the difference between us, Jasi. All that time on the road

You had the harder job. Only one of us fought Crelers.

Jasi looked at Temiles stump. He flexed his hand and shuddered.

True enough. Dead gods, but I thought I was truly dead.

Im still trying to make it into a story. Its justaction and players.

Orica waved a hand. Temile shrugged.

If I thought I could star in a play by the Players, Id cut off more than a thumb! Hows a pinky sound?

More laughter. The wine was flowing well and the food kept coming. The cassoulet had been a marvel and difficult too! It had taken over a week of careful marinating for some components and magical cooking being what it wasthe [Chef] had preservation runes all over to prevent even the slightest hint of decay, rot, or even contamination by pesky air.

This next dish will grow your hair out. Wonder what itll do to your neck-spines, Jasi?

Its a type of hair. Go to Rhirs hell, Andel. And this is excellent cooking, Engam.

The [Waiter] bowed.

Its a delight you think so, Miss Jasi. The chef will be honored. It may not be asflashy as some restaurants. Invisible dishes, flaming foods

Weve seen all this.

The man nodded.

The Djinnis Spoon used to have more such dishes, as the first course shows. But the restaurant took to quality over show. Fads like teleporting food come and go. Quality lasts.

Well said!

It came from all the [Actors]. It was a sentiment they could get behind. After allthey were performing tales so timeless they had created a second resurgence in this moment.

Speaking of Skillsany new ones for you, Jasi? I know Wesles gotten even more disgustingI didnt get a chance to see it, though.

Wesle Salkie, the [Method Actor] who had been Level 26 around the time hed come to Invrisil had smashed past Level 30 and was now a rare class. [Famed Method Actor]an addition to the class and he was gaining Skills to match! Not that anyone knew what the standard was. But

[Everyday Prop]? Wesle, go on, show Temile.

What, you mean, my sword?

Wesle reached outand drew a long, noblemans sword. Beautiful steel, jeweled pommelit looked and swung like an expensive weapon. And it wasexcept for the enchantment. In the next moment, Wesle sat back and poured himself a cup.

Not that itd be a weapon for me, guvnah. Humble folk that I am.

He winked as the mug, which even smelled like the ones Temile had drunk out of at cheap bars, was filled with a dirty bottle that the DjinnisSpoon wouldnt serve to dogs. Wesle took a swig, gagged, and handed it to Kilkran.

Try this, Kilkran.

Dead gods, it tastes like home. Get it away from me!

The man swatted it away and the drink and mug went flying. They vanished before they hit the floor to applause, as if Wesle had done a scene.

Any prop. Well, any everyday prop. A Skill to make anyone green with envy. ButJasi hadnt fallen behind in her own right.

[Famed Lead Actress] was her classa predictable upgrade. But her Skills? Well, one of them was born in how she looked now.

Jasi had always been pretty. But now she glimmered with a kind of vitality and vigor that not even make upwhich she could produce ten gold coins worth of for free with every performanceor potions could give her.

[Refinement by Accolade]. She literally improved with every performance. [Audience Charge] made her even more of an impact when she was doing well. [Perfect Imitation] was her version of Wesles Skill.

And to cap her Level 30 class was

[The Actors Shadow]. If Wesle could produce any mundane object for his bitJasi could replace him.

Temile had seen it happen. Jasi could create a doppelganger who waswell, a shadow of the real thing. Which was still good and would get better with time. She could literally perform two roles on stage at the same time or use her shadow in a sacrificial bit like as Julieta real stabbing through the heart.

But the true power of the Skill? [The Actors Shadow] created a shadow-Jasi. Ofany species. They all were quintessentially Jasisame height, relative to species. Same build. But dead gods.

What a Skill.

-

Temile was deeper into his cups, but reassured that there were sobering potions such that hed walk out fresh as a daisy if he so chose. He looked around and finally realized they were down a Player, except for Erin.

Wheres Grev, Jasi?

She grimaced.

Hanging with his friends. Being a Face. Out of trouble, I think. He just refused point-blank to come to another restaurant. Mainly because I wont let him drink.

Really? When I was a lad

Erin told me it was dangerous. I think Grev actually listens, but he doesnt care for us old folk anyways. Hell be about. He wont want to miss the event later today. Speaking of which

They were having lunch, of course, although it felt like dinner with how much he was eatingand not getting full! Temile just felt more invigorated, in fact.

Ah yes. What is the big surprise? Anyone? I know youve been keeping it secret, Emme. Youre performing in Pallass, is that it?

If we were, Temile, youd be managing it. Guess again.

The half-Dwarf woman had a sparkle in her eyes. Temile felt a leap in his chest.

Youre going to First Landing? Another nobles invited you to a private play?

Theyd done that several times. The others shook their heads. Some like Yimur didnt know. Wesle sighed.

With Magnolia Reinhart goneits tricky. Were not uh, sure, if shes still the patron. Weve asked, but her mansion is virtually empty. Dicey.

Politics. The others went silent for a moment, warily. But they were [Actors]. Hopefully no one killed them for being entertaining.

Emme waved that off.

Damn it, Wesle. Now I have to say it since you brought us down. Temile was never going to guess!

Wesle winked at Temile and the other man grinned. Emme looked around.

I haveat great expense and effortfinally booked us a chance to open Pallass and First Landing to us. Were popular and words spreading, but a Walled City is too good for us and First Landing has yet to know the Players. Sothe 1^st Troupe is going to put on the performance of a lifetime tonight. Half past sevenpossibly later. Thats one of the reasons were eating magical food now.

Whore we performing for? Even if its a dozen nobles, and I havent heard of that many, thats not worth a lifetimes performance, Emme.

Kilkran adjusted his doublet, looking offended. Alsosomewhat arrogant. But some of the other [Actors] were nodding. Emme scowled.

You want more than a dozen nobles, Kilkran? Try dozens of monarchs. Try the world. Wistram has agreed to feature us on a segment tonight! It was hard to get and

That was all she said because the table exploded into noise. Some of the eavesdroppers from the other tables scrambled to gossip the news out. The Players were on their feet.

And you didnt let us rehearse?

One of the [Actors] screamed. Emme shouted them down.

Weve done this a hundred times! Its Hamlet and dont argue! We have plenty of time! There are just a fewcomplicationsI asked for two experts to help us. I think theyre nearly here.

She nodded at the door and called for Montressa and Bezale to be let in. Temile sat down, heart pounding in his chest.

This was it. Wistram? Television? Montressa was looking around the fancy restaurant. She looked at the Players, ready to take it to the next level. She hesitated.

Uhbad news, Emme. Players. Youve been pushed down two slots in the lineup. Theres uhcomplications.

What?

The others exclaimed. Montressa winced. And Temilelisteningrealized that Wistram didnt value the Players as highly as some of them did themselves. They had no idea what the Players were. And television was a hard stage to get onto.

But theyd see.

-

The Players of Celum poured into The Wandering Inn to discuss the issue. Numbtongue half-noticed them. He was sitting with Bird and Erin.

Yellow Splatters had returned to the Hive to spread the good word. Pawn had left his good word in his room upstairs and Lyonette was managing the new hiresincluding Ishkrs sister.

She looked rather like the [Head Waiter]. Except younger, and clearlyunhappy with her new employment. Ishkr was talking to her and she was growling a reply. Numbtongue watched with the fascination he always had with sibling dynamics. Then he went back to Bird.

Okay. Bird songtake two.

The two were quietly composing. Bird rocked back and forth.

I am Bird. There are birds. Have you heard about the water bird?

Numbtongue was trying to fit the guitar to Birds songwhich he might have made up just now. They were completely different lyrics than yesterday, or even five seconds ago. Erin was laughing.

And Numbtongues fascination with electric guitar riffs wasnt exactly the same as Birds melodies. But the two were having fun.

Whats this about being pushed back? It took me ages to book the slot!

Emme was pulling at her hair. Numbtongue strummed as he half-listened. Bird scratched at his head.

I am out of words to rhyme with bird, Erin.

Word? Heard? Nerd? T-turd?

Ew.

Im no good with rhymes, Bird.

That is apparent, Erin.

The Hobgoblin saw Montressa trying to sooth the wrath of Emme.

Im sorry. Im trying to get in touch with my people, Emme. Believe me, its not something on our end. Rather, its uhpolitics.

How?

It was rather simple to Numbtongue. He bypassed the layers of meaning and went to a very Goblin-answer.

The Wistram television was the first of its kind. People wanted to be on it. That was everyone, from [Kings] and [Queens] to powerful [Warlords] and [Mages].

Not everyone could be on it. It was like a quiver of magic arrows being shared in the Redfang tribe. First it went to those who deserved, nay, needed the time. Extraordinary events like the King of Destructions battles and so on took precedence.

But Wistram needed to fill the times when the Hundredfriends Courier wasnt sailing into harbor. And so they booked slots with scheduled events. A chess game. A soccer match. Two Level 50 [Fencers] going at it. A poem by the worlds best [Poet].

And so on. Erin broke in here to whisper.

Thats like home! Its TV, Numbtongue. Hey, the Players look great. I would have gone to that restaurant with Temile! But I was doing the job applications. Apparently it was really fancy.

Mm. Should have taken me.

Id have sent you if they wouldnt kill you!

The Hobgoblin grinned.

Alas.

The point is that you werent guaranteed a slot, Emme. They probably even told you that.

But we paid them over two thousand gold

Two thousand?

Temile gagged on the drink hed taken from the Djinnis Spoon. Kilkran stared in horror at Emmeshe waved a finger at them.

Dont talk! Do you know how much a booking at the DjinnisSpoon is worth? Anywaysit was for the chance!

Youll get the money back if they cancel, or theyll move you down. The point is its inevitable, Emme. Im sorryand believe me, Beza and I are leaning on our friends to get you confirmed.

Montressa was apologetic. Meanwhile, Kilkran came over.

Miss Erin, you are lovely as always! And Bird! Numbtongue, isnt it?

The Hobgoblin stared at the bald man with a voice like deep velvet, if that was even a thing. A saw being dragged pleasantly through wood while submerged in honey. Erin beamed.

Kilkran! You look great! Whats that youve got?

Oh. A, ah, gift. You werent able to come to the Djinnis Spoon so we thought wed

Almost shamefaced, the man offered Erin the salt-goose. All his bravado in Invrisil was more subdued around Erin. She had been there from the start, when hed auditioned. She laughed in delight.

What? Baked in salt? Thats silly! Whod do something like that? Palt! Imani! Lyonette, look at this! Mrsha too! Its a salt-goose!

A goose in salt?

Bird stopped humming. He sat up. Kilkran placed it on the table. Bird brushed some salt off as the others came out. Palt whistled.

Is that from one of the magical restaurants? Erinthats high-class! You can bake in salt, you know.

Get out. What will you weirdos think of next?

Erin laughed. Bird meanwhile was vibrating.

A salt bird. A salt bird! I very much like you, Kilkran.

Think nothing of it. ErI dont think you eat the salt Bird

Numbtongue sniffed the goose. Oh yes. Mrsha was already drooling. It was going to be a rather fine dinner. But he still wanted to listen.

Lookits about precedence. I dont know who bumped you down, but it might have been royalty. They have deeper pockets and they look more entertaining.

Than us?

Andel was outraged. Jasi rolled her eyes.

No ones seen a play, Andel. Its not Montressas fault. Lets just prepare for our slot if we do get one. This is an audition.

Thats right. No slacking. Kilkran, stop showing off the goose! Weve got to make sure

The others were debating. As it turned out they were readythey just didnt know when they would be called to action. They might be bumped up the queue.

They must be flooded. Im sure the Mages Guild in Invrisil has a representative whos supposed to facilitate the scrying. WellBeza and I can make sure they go where you want. Emme, lets go. The rest of youwell take care of it.

Maybe a run-through of the play on stage?

Kilkran murmured to Wesle. The [Actor] shrugged.

We have done Hamlet in our sleep, but why not? We have an audience!

Indeed, a number of people in the inn were practically begging for it and the Players were handing out the valuable autographs. Numbtongue saw Erin rolling her eyes as Kilkran tried to hand her a special one.

Its worth something, Erin! Id be hurt if you didnt have this one! First-class!

I know, Kilkran. Its just sofunny! Thank you, Ill treasure it. And heres Grev.

Heya, Erin. I heard Emme had her beard in a twist. You all done with the restaurant? Anything explode while I was away?

The boy walked into the inn. Like the othershe was fuller, richer. Like a Hobgoblin returning to his Tribe. Numbtongue strummed quietly, watching the Players glitter. They were before his time. An original crew, back when Erin had been in Celum.

Look at them now. Vying to get on the enchanted mirror in the common roomcurrently dark while the one in the rec room was always onwith royalty. He wasnt worried about their issues finding reception.

Their hour would come. And if it meant more good food, he was all in. He wondered if it were possible to sneak into Invrisil? Numbtongue had a thought and left the table to go to his room.

Unlike Bird, whose room was a [Hunter]s haven of arrows, trophies, and so on, Numbtongue had a much different setup.

Weapons for Shorthilt, rocks and gems from Pyrite, and any number of tools for fixing his guitar or maintaining his gear. Two spare crossbows; Erin gave him money and the Hobgoblin had gotten used to ordering gear. Andhe rummaged around and found a few tools.

Hmm.

Pyrite and Numbtongue had both had an idea. Shorthilt was mostly weapons-based information. Reiss folded his arms, scowling as he watched them work from afar.

This is a bad idea.

Numbtongue ignored him. And in the inn, Erin Solstice broke off from chatting with the Players to get a very important letter.

Miss Solstice? Mages Guild [Message]. Here you go.

A Street Runner from Liscor appeared to hand Erin a few letters. The [Innkeeper] stopped to open it. Mrshas ears perked up at the exclamation.

What? Wow! Mrsha! Gah, what is this? Its another Manus-spam letter. Shoo! But here! Look at this! I just got a [Message] from Ryoka! Mrsha! Shes coming to Invrisil! Shes already on her way!

The Gnoll cub threw up her paws. So did Erin. They danced around and Erin laughed.

Andwait. Shes bringing a friend? She has something bigno way!

Huh. I didnt know she had any friends.

Lyonette folded her arms and sniffed. Erin ignored that. She laughed in delight. Jasi looked thoughtfully at Erin, because she remembered Ryoka.

The gangs all getting back together.

Wesle smiled. Jasi nodded and turned. Beza, who had remained to chat with Wistram while Montressa and Emme went to the Mages Guild in Invrisil, exclaimed.

Maweils sails. Damn it, no wonder we were moved down!

She threw down the scroll shed been using to write [Messages] on with a curse. The others looked at her.

What is it, Beza?

It was a priority-client for Wistram. Theyout paid, essentially. More influence, more contacts I think. Nothing we can do. Theyve moved everyone down the roster and they might take longerits going to be touch-and-go.

What? Who did that?

Andel and the others were outraged. Beza raised her hands.

Im sorry. Itsa special relationship. I am positive I couldnt do anything about it.

Whos the client, then?

The Minotauress hesitated. Her eyes flicked across the room. At Erin, Kevin, who was yawning and ruffling his hair. Joseph, coming down after sleeping in far too late.

Have you ever heard ofthe Singer of Terandria?

-

Cara OSullivan, the Singer of Terandria, the [Popstar], the Baroness of the Beatetc. etcwas speaking into her smartphone.

And that demanded a second, or even third look if you knew what that meant. She wasnt recording something on an app. She was talking to someone.

It astounded Abebi. Reception in another world? She and the band that accompanied Cara were poised. They were all of Earth, and the sight of someone using a phone as it had been intended?

Hypnotizing. Like drugs for a starved addict. Because it was home.

And the person on the other side was also from Earth. Not that theyd ever spoken to him. Greg, the [Guitarist], had tried, and Thien had put him in a headlock. The [Drummer] knew the score.

Rae, the [Bassist], Abebi, the [Manager] of the Queen of Pops tour, and half a dozen others. All from Earth. All found, or who had heard the [Popstar]s music and come to her.

Abebi was one of the oldest, with Thien. Shed seen some real sights. But even she hadnt known Cara from the beginning, only after the star had risen quite a ways on her own. She listened now to a name shed heard once or twiceand then usually with a lot of explicit language.

Fuck you, Aaron. Dont screw with me on this one. The Academys been refusing to put me on your TV show for the last month. Tell whoevers listening that Im not sticking to a script. Im performing. You booked meand you owe me.

Come on, Cara. I helped get you the spot. At least

The fainter voice was cut off as Cara talked over him.

You want to talk about help, Blackmage? You dont want to do a who owes who with me. You want trust? Put Elena on. No? Thats what I thought.

History. Abebi raised her eyebrows at Thien and he grimaced. Elena, the person theyd sent to Wistram to scout it out had signaled them it was not the safe haven they wanted. Certainly, that was what Cara believed.

She stood there, flinty-eyed, listening to the voice on the other end. Shed just finished another concertthis time in the far north of Pheislant. The band was moving.

War had broken out in the south with Ailendamus and the Dawn Concordat and they wanted no part of it. Pheislant had the potentiality to be drawn in, so Abebi was taking the band north. Not that it was safer in some of the northern countries.

Noelictus, Pheislant, Nadela lot of nations had grudges against Ailendamus, but the vast kingdom was too powerful. Abebi was taking them straight towards Oztera, who had no personal beef with the war.

They werent heroes, and they werent going to fight. Abebi had seen some actual fights. Blooddeaththey were from Earth. Few of them had the stomach to kill people like that.

Really? Is that how it is? Were booked, Aaron. I know its not your fault. Okay. Okay, how about this? I wont have a handler. Well broadcast. You pick it up. And if you want to cancel? Go ahead. Just give me a second

She turned off her iPhone. Abebi saw Cara toss it down on the bed in the wagon and curse.

Whats up, Cara? Are we not performing?

The [Popstar] was still sweaty. She had just performed and but for the wagons soundproofed walls, they would have heard the cheering crowd. Thousands of people whod come to listen. Groupiesincluding the nobility or royalty!

Were performing alright, Abebi. Is the area all set?

Set, weve got our own [Mages] on standbywere just waiting for two of the special actors. Are you sure theyll make it? Its a war

Im sure. We have a relationship. Dont you worry. I saw some of the [Knights] on the docks, greeting their dead. As for the [Hunter]they dont let you down either. Just drive usas soon as I clear up this.

She took a breath. Then the Singerchanged.

Gone, gone the angry, Irish young woman who was dressed in a glittering costume, her makeup painted on, often ranting about feudalism or the injustices of this world.

Out came the Singer of Terandria. She opened the wagons doors and Abebi and the band heard a roar of sound.

Hello, my shining stars of Terandria!

Cara was different from the Singer, to Abebi. One was a personthe other, well, a celebrity. She walked out with a smile for the crowd. As Cara would saya fake smile because she was a [Thespian] as well as a [Popstar].

But she was convincing if it was an act. Cara had sung for four hourslonger than a lot of concerts, using stamina and healing potions and her Skills to perform all her hits. She gave it her all when she was out there.

Im sorry, no encore!

The roar of the crowd was just quieter than the [Singer]s magnified voice. She went on.

I am delighted you all came out for me. I just wanted to say that its my dream to let all of Terandria hear my voice. And everyone whos bought a song-crystal or come out to support methank you so much.

A pause for the cheering. Abebi saw Caras iPhone vibrate.

Let me just

Touch it, Greg, and Cara will beat you to death with your mic. And thats after I do.

Thien warned him. Greg sourly backed away from the iPhone. He was the most problematic member of the band. And more problematic because he was necessary for the guitarist spot, even if he couldnt actually play. But he was good at pretending and that mattered.

So far theyd faked it and Rae was improving. But Cara had used actors who played along with the music she created from her iPhone and Skills up till now.

Abebi wanted a real band. Accidents happened and while Cara could singshe needed instruments to play the countless songs from Earth. So the current crew was handpicked from the Earthers that Cara had found. The rest weresafe. Elsewhere. And Abebi would be damned before anyone heard where it was from her.

When they returned, Greg would probably be left behind. But for now they needed him on tour.

Id love to perform again before I go. I had a wonderful surprise for you all! An appearance on Wistrams magic-vision network!

This time Abebi actually went deaf before she put on the earplugs. She saw the others grabbing for the same. The [Manager] whistled. So that was what Cara was doing? The [Popstar]s voice was still audible even through the enchanted ear buds.

It was all set up for just two hours from now! But Im sorry to say, my lovely stars that Wistram Academy decided to cancel at the last moment. I dont know why, but

She was drowned out by a howl of fury. Abebi knew from experience that Wistram had tails on them who followed them from concert to concert. If they were in the crowd, she hoped for their sakes they werent noticeable.

Broadcast! Broadcast!

Im sorry! I truly am! Im trying to get the show back on, but

Cara went on for a few more minutes. And her heartfelt apology just made the crowd angrier. When she closed the door, Abebi wanted to applaud.

That was impressive, Cara.

It was me using the one advantage I have. Dont call it impressive, Abebi. Mobs are a scary fucking thing.

Cara corrected the young woman from Nigeria. She sighed and rubbed at her browscarefully, to avoid smudging the makeup.

We just need one show. Then we can say quits to Wistramuntil they start threatening Elena. I dont know what Im going to do, but if those bastards hurt her

She snatched up the vibrating iPhone.

Aaron! Hello! How do you like that? Give. Me. A. Slot. Two hours from nowmy place, my rules. Well perform three songs. And do a lovely interview with whomever you want. Or Ill ride off into that glorious sunset while you get to answer the fans why Im not on the broadcast. I hope Mages Guilds are enchanted to be fireproof. Well?

After a while, she put down the iPhone.

Okay. Were back on. AbebiI need to die in a corner for a while. Ill be in my wagon. The rest of youget ready. This is going to be one for the history books.

Ill make a note, Cara.

That came from Thien. He grinned as he sat down. [Drummer] he might beand he could actually playbut he was also pursuing another class.

The worlds first encyclopedia written by someone from Earth was his pet project. Trying to figure out the actual state of the world, catalogue all nations, the effect magic had on the worldhe was a [Historian]. But his real class was scientist of the world. Everything was an entry in Thiens book.

It was something he was allowed to do, rather than try to find enough copper coins to survive. All thanks to Cara. The others had time to look for answers, or learn, or recover from what theyd been through. Greg had his opportunity to meet all the lovely ladies of Terandria.

Cara left the wagon, looking tired before she opened the door and announced to her fans that the broadcast was back on thanks to their hard work. Abebi began ordering the caravan forwards. Theyd need the security to keep the crowd well back for the first song. And theyd need to coordinate

It was going to be a performance to remember.

-

So the Players of Celum were going after the Queen of Pops performance on the silver screen. Orglass orb as the case might be.

Apparently the show had been scheduled, bumping everyone down, then cancelledthen quickly reinstated. Beza and Montressa were pitching fits. Along with everyone else in the lineup.

This is not good. Shes got an hour segment. And then an orchestra from Chandrar plays. And then us.

Emme was grousing. Jasi didnt understand what was wrong. Temile laid it out for her.

Its attention, Jasi. We dont have to worry about it because the Players are the biggest thing in Invrisilbut think about it from the perspective of the scrying orb.

The [Lead Actress] tried. It was hardbut she imagined the orb as a kind of stage. Temile nodded to the current broadcastan intense game of football between two Garuda teams in Chandrar.

How many people are watching that, do you think?

Umthousands? Tens of thousands. Hundreds?

Imaybe? I dont know. I mean, proportionally, Jasi.

The Drake squinted at the orb. It was fast-paced, good action. However, shed seen Josephs team playing.

Wellits not the newest thing around. No offense to the Garuda, but I saw the first games of soccer.

Exactly. If its not new or eye-catching, we get less of the population of whoevers watching. And the other problem holds true. After the King of Destruction was defeated by the Minotaurswhat was on after that?

Ah.

Jasi saw the problem. If the Queen of Pop was too big, shed satisfy the audience and leave the Players in the cold.

Not much we can do about that. We just have to do our best.

Thats your role. Emme and I will be trying to figure out ways to spice it up. Just relaxor practice. Im sure theyd love you on stage. The [Actors] from Liscor think youre some kind of hero.

Jasi laughed. But it was truethe Gnolls and Drakes and all the [Actors] besides the original cast looked up to her.

It wasstrange being in The Wandering Inn. In Invrisil she was used to the attention. Jasi couldnt step outside without signing an autograph or shaking a hand. Shed learned some of the pitfalls of fameit was hard to meet people who didnt want something from you, or saw only Jasi, the [Actor].

Even so. How far theyd come. Jasi looked across the room. Grev had taken to swanky clothingalthough he downplayed it a bit so he could hang out on the street with his gang. He wanted to be a Face.

When she still remembered begging the Watch not to put him in prison or exile him for his crimes. And they owed it all to

Mrsha! Put your kilt back on!

Erin Solstice ran across the inn, chasing Mrsha whod finally snapped and torn off her shirt and clothing to run around with her fur on, as things were supposed to be. She was laughing and chasing the Gnoll all over the inn as the Players set up on stage.

She hadnt changed. But thenErin didnt have the Players fame or fortune. She seemed leery of it. Emme had pressed Erin to take some money. Theyd had to give it to Lyonette because Erin had claimed it was all theirs.

She was inspiring and exasperating sometimes. Jasi smiled and rose.

Going to perform with us? Come on, Jasi! For old times sake!

Kilkran called out to cheers from around the room. Jasi laughed and waved apologetically.

ActuallyIm going for a walk, Kilkran. Sorry! Im sorry. But well be performing later!

Fine! But you owe a performance up here!

The others laughed. Jasi roseand walked out of the common room. Into the long hallway that seemed so unnecessary. Eltistiman hated walking down it for some reason.

Hi.

There was a Gnoll standing at the door these days; it was a permanent job for one of the staff to let people in and out rather than let them wait. The older Gnoll nudged her as she scowled.

Its Hello, whos going for Invrisil?

Bite me, Isk. Why couldnt I get another job? I dont want to

She snapped back up at him. Jasi half-smiled as the Gnolls growled at each other. Ishkr apologetically lifted a paw.

I am so sorry. Who is going to Liscor?

He adjusted the dial, and let the people through. Then he adjusted it to Celum

For Invrisil, Miss Jasi? We have to charge you the fee

Ishkr gave her an apologetic look. Jasi didnt offer him the silver coins like the other handful of people going through.

Actually, Ishkr, Id like to go to Celum. Is that possible?

Of course. Lets see. Wailant has his door here. But we installed another stone after the attackhere we are.

Ishkr consulted the little dial and adjusted it. His younger sister looked interested.

If were staff, can I go through to Invrisil without paying?

Shh! And if you go off while were workingI had to ask Miss Lyonette and Erin to hire you! This is your last chance

The two Gnolls started arguing again. Jasi went through on her own with one other person, an adventurer or something.

We check the door every ten minutesthats what you say, Liska

The door closed. Jasi looked around.

Oh. Celum.

She sighed. She had seen it with Wesle and Grev right after the attack. Butit still hurt.

Celum had been wrecked by the Bloodfeast Raiders raid. Nowat least the ash was gone, the bodies buried.

But it looked like a shell of the city it had been. Jasi saw the city of Celum in her mind, bustling, not a trading hub, but always busy and enough for a place where she had grown up all her life.

Nowthe streets were broken, some being laid, but the money and the people werent here. Many had left. Many had died. Some had gone to other cities, others to Liscor

Erin Solstice herself had helped one of the [Innkeepers] from Celum, Timbor Parthian, whod lost his entire inn, find work in Liscor. He had set up an inn in the new district that was being built with help from Selys.

But not everyone had an Erin. Jasi began to wander as the [Warrior] folded his arms, looking around. She walked down street after street. Looking for

Oh no.

Her home street was gone. The shabby apartment? Torn down and replaced by a [Healer]s clinic. Jasi stared. It had been months.

But it felt like years. She was conscious of looks at hershe was still wearing the dress from the Djinnis Spoon. Someone came over.

Milady? Spare a few coppers? We lost it all in the Bloodfeast attack. Men my sister are starving.

A boy cupped his hands and looked pitifully up at her. His face was sooty, smudged, and his clothing torn. Jasi saw a pitiful girl clinging to his arm.

Oh

The boy pressed forwards.

Please, Miss. We havent ate for the last few days

His eyes flickered. Just in time, Jasi slapped the hand reaching for her coin pouch down. The boy sneaking up on her from behind yelped.

Damnit! Run!

He fled. The other two [Beggar]-[Thieves] turned to run.

Hold it!

Jasi snapped and the two froze. It was useful, being able to copy a Watch Captains snap. Jasi had imitated Zevara there. She beckoned them over.

I wont hurt you. But you two should know better than to run that con here.

What? Youre from the street?

The boys jaw dropped. He hung back with the girl, who didnt look so waifish anymore. They were clearly ready to book it if Jasi came after them.

Street urchins, like Grev. She put her claws on her hips.

My brother did the same thing all the time. Id have never thought someone would try it on me.

They gave her goggle-eyed looks.

And why not? You walk around with that much sparkle, here?

Jasi had forgotten how she must look. And this streetit wasnt rich, and it hadnt been even before the attack. She had been so poor, washing clothes for coppers.

She shook her head.

You twoare you actually starving?

Its not fun. Most folk ran off after the attack. Fucking raiders.

The boy spat. Jasi nodded. That was what she remembered too. She dug in her pouch.

Here.

She tossed a gold coin at both of them. The two yelped and grabbed for it. The boy bit the coin.

Are you crazy?

No. I grew up here. And dont you dare have a gang mug me or Ill kill you. Go on.

The boy and girl hesitated. Then the girl pointed, eyes wide.

Youyoure Jasi! The Players of Celum!

The Drake saw heads turn with the exclamation. Suddenly, the entire street was looking at her. She smiled, ruefully.

Thats me.

You came back? I heard youd left! Can I have an autograph? Hold onmaybe I can get oneve the autograph blanks! Please?

Jasi eyed the boy, who was desperately looking around.

I just gave you a gold coin.

An autographs worth more! Specially if you kiss it!

Miss Jasi! I saw your play!

Someone sprinted up to Jasi. The Drake saw a man, fumbling for

I am a huge fan! I wanted to go to Invrisil, but I couldnt find a ticket! Signsign my shirt! Please!

He ripped his cloak off and bared his chest. Jasi backed up.

Im sorry, but I just came to

Its Jasi! Shes here! Are you going to perform? Please sign an autograph! Please! Itd mean food for a month!

More people were flooding down the street. Like the boy, they had pieces of parchment, anything possible to sign.

And Jasi started to get worried. Shed had this in Invrisil, but Emme always had bodyguards or Eltistiman around. Here? The people had that desperate look. She backed up.

Im sorry. I have to go. I

[The Actors Shadow]? But that wasnt a Skill to get away. Jasi began to turn. She might have to run but

Miss Jasi! Please! If you could just spare a minute, an hour! Im such a fan

The man who wanted her to sign his shirt grabbed at her shoulder. He lunged

An arm checked him into the ground. The Human man was stunned. Jasi saw the [Warrior] blocking the way, arms spread. He was wearing armorshe turned and ran.

Thank you!

She fled. The crowd was slowed by the stranger. Jasi just had to turn randomly a few times and she lost them. She stopped, panting, and brushed at her face.

[Perfect Imitation]

Shoulders down. Head bowed. Spine curvedJasi couldnt do anything about the clothing, but she could act different. She slipped out of the alleyway, suddenly meeker, scurrying with a different stride as if she were a [Scribe] or [Secretary] carrying some missive.

No one immediately followed her. Jasi breathed a sigh of relief. Unconsciously she turned the corner

And saw the strange adventurer walking towards her. Jasifroze.

She didnt know whoever had helped her. And they had helped her. But they werent one of the Players [Bodyguards]. She didnt recognize the helmet or armor either.

Jasi turned back the other way, still acting. But she realized the stranger was striding towards her and sped up.

Back to the inn? No! She was too far from Erins door. Jasi turned down another street, desperately searching forthe other figure raised a hand.

Wait!

She ignored the muffled voice. Jasi fled, faster, and saw the figure take off. He charged after her.

Stop!

Jasi grabbed at her wand she carried for self-defense. She raised itand the [Warrior] grabbed her arm and pointed it up. Jasi opened her mouth to scream

Its me. Stop, stop.

The Hobgoblin flipped up the visor of his helmet with a growl. Jasi froze.

Numbtongue?

He grinned at her.

Surprise.

He let go of her quickly. Some people had staredJasi calmed down at once and began to laugh.

You scared me! What are you doing here?

What, fellow person? I am just going for a walk. I am not a Goblin.

The Hobs voice was muffled behind his helmet. He was wearing gear such that no part of his body showed. Jasi clapped her claws together.

Why?

I want to eat salt-geese. Testing it out in Celum. You shouldnt walk around without guards. Too dangerous.

Jasi nodded slowly. She didnt know Numbtongue that wellhe had appeared after Erin had returned to Liscor. But shed been in the inn with him and the Redfangs for a while. Now, he was the last one left.

I know. I wasnt thinking. I just wanted to come back and seeits so different.

The Hobgoblin gave her a knowing look.

Yes. Things change. Very strange to see.

They stared around Celum. Numbtongue pointed.

There. There was Stitchworks.

Oh! Really?

Jasi couldnt even see where the shop had been. A butchers shop had opened in place. Numbtongue nodded.

Everythings different now. Poor Celum.

Poor Celum indeed. Jasi nodded. She looked around.

Dead gods. Were right next tothe Frenzied Hare. Is it still open?

Hm. Erins other old inn?

The Hobgoblin had never been. Jasi nodded.

It might have survived the attack. Do youhave a minute, Numbtongue?

Sure.

The two walked down the street. Jasi felt her sense of nostalgia intensify with every passing step. Yes, shed followed Erin hereand then the first play! Oh, dead gods, it was all coming back.

This street had been spared the ravages of the attack. And here it was. Jasi stared up at the faded sign.

The Frenzied Hare.

And a little sign had been attached below it.

Serves pizza!

It looked like Erin herself had written that and no one had ever bothered to take it down. Someone had crossed out another bit angrily.

Now showing, the Players of Celum!

Dead gods.

Pizza.

The two had different reactions. Jasi looked at the inn. It lookednot empty, but not bustling either. She hesitantly took a few steps forwards.

I just want to go in for a second. Just a

Jasi pushed open the doors. And there she was. A worn inn. A pair of serversa young man and woman, clearly tired, not Maran andwho was the other one?

And a woman, emerging from the kitchen, arguing with one of the staff.

Coming! Have a seat anywhere! Ill just

Miss Agnes turned and saw Jasi in the doorway. She dropped the tray with the mini-pizza and two tankards. Someone at a table cursed as the two crashed to the ground. But the [Innkeeper] didnt even notice.

Jasi?

The Drake walked back in time, in a daze.

Miss Agnes?

Dead gods. You lookJasi? Is it really you? Let me see you, my dear!

The old woman spread her arms, beaming. Jasi hesitated, but Agnes swept up to her and clasped her arms.

You look incredible! Are the other Players here? I never thought Id see you! The star of Invrisil! Sit, sit!

I justI was in the area and I thought Id check onits good to see you, Miss Agnes!

And you, my dear! Sit down. Ill get youis this your friend?

Erbodyguard.

Hi.

Numbtongue grunted. Agnes stared at him and then beamed.

Of course youd have one! Sit down. Ekal! Ekal! Get Jasi something to drink! No, the finest wine! What will you have, Jasi?

Im fine, really.

The Drake found herself swept into a chair. Agnes fussed around her. And everyone in the inn was staring. Jasi knew what she had to do. She went around, signing little autograph cardsshe had her own supply. She met a coughing man from the kitchen

Who was that?

Jerom, of course.

Agnes gave Jasi a strange look. The Drake had never actually met the womans husband, who had been ill the entire time Erin had been helping out. She blinkedit was a blast from the past.

Jasi, it is so good to see you! Are the other Players here?

Agnes beamed after shed put away the autograph in her belt. Jasi looked at her. And suddenlyshe was the same terrified Drake [Washer] who Erin was insisting become a [Barmaid].

She felt smaller, poorer, and Agnes felt more important, even towering, all of a sudden. But Agnes was looking at her like she was some glittering jewel.

Ino. Theyre in The Wandering Inn.

Agnes face twitched a bit at the name.

Well, Im delighted you came here, Jasi! Its so good of you to do that! Wont you stay a bit? So much has happenedyou heard about the attack?

I came back to see after it. The Bloodfeast Raiders?

The woman shuddered.

Monsters. Monsters! And Celum wont ever be the same! Jerom and I couldnt sleep for weeks! Were only lucky one of them didnt attack the inn. So many lost everythingdid you hear that The Drunken Swordsmans gone? Poor Timbor. He left Celum. I havent heard of him once. Ulna is worried sick. Shes still running Blazehoundit was only partly damaged, but half the inns closed in a single day.

Despite that, the Frenzied hare didnt seem to have more customers. Jasi supposed that the exodus of people hadnt given the inn more guests even if it was one of fewer remaining.

He made it to Liscor. Timbor, I mean. Hes actually opened The Drunken Swordsman a second time. But hes calling it The Drunken Gnoll instead.

Did he? Liscor? I cant imagine it. Id visit, but the inns got me running about. And Id

Have to meet Erin Solstice. Agnes and Erin had not parted on good terms. Jasi hesitated.

Are Maran and Safry?

Agnes face froze.

At Ulnas. She took them in. But lets not talk about here. Tell me about Invrisil!

Jasi glanced at the door. Some of the people whod gotten her autographincluding both of the servershad left. And more were trying to get in.

Idont know if I have time. The Players of Celum are doing wonderfully

Dont mind them. The Players? And you still call yourselves Celums players!

Of course. We did come from here. And we dont forget

But she had forgotten. Jasi found Miss Agnes a stranger and so familiar it hurt. And it hurt becausewellJasi was the same girl again.

And Miss Agnes was a bit overbearing. Pushy. And Jasi now recalledshe hadnt liked Miss Agnes. The woman had disliked her because she was a Drake and in her eyes, a poor girl looking for a handout. But Miss Agnes now clearly thought Jasi could do no wrong.

Yet she treated Jasi as she had. A curious give and take of past and present.

Just sit, Jasi. Ill handle them. You lot!

The [Innkeeper] stood up and Jasi saw Numbtongues visor open and shut so he could have a slice of pizza while no one was looking.

Ill get us out, Numbtongue. I just

Its fine. Mm. Good pizza. That Human is a good [Cook].

The Hobgoblin seemed content just to be here. He snatched another piece of pizza and turned his head to eat it. Jasi watched Miss Agnes arguing with the people who wanted to see her.

She hadnt liked Agnes. But the innthe state of Celumit hurt Jasi. This was her home. Shed helped out of course, at the beginning. But she was living in Invrisil now.

I thought itd look better than this. Iforgot.

Mhm.

The Goblin replied. Jasi was shamefaced. She looked at herself in the mugs. Agnes inn wasnt good. But her husband was a good [Cook] when he was healthy. And she still polished the mugs. Erin had fallen out with her. But Agnes had helped take Erin in. Here

I started acting in this inn, you know.

Numbtongue gave Jasi a sidelong look. He stared across the innthey would have hung the curtain thereand Erin would be making popcorn

Really?

Oh yes. Way back in the day. Erin was stranded here. She had a jar of dead bees, Octavia was running her shopand she asked us to help her put on a play one day. It was just me, Grev, WesleErin used to call him Fuzzylips all the time, did you know that?

The Hobgoblin laughed so hard he nearly fell out his seat. Jasi smiled.

Its why he doesnt grow facial hair anymore. He couldnt bear it. Dead gods. Back then, Erin was struggling so much to even go back to Liscor.

Its far on foot or horseback. Without magic.

Jasi nodded. Look at them now. Look at

Her musings were cut off as Agnes bustled over.

Jasi? I have a tiny little request, if youd listen to it?

She had a nervous smile on her face. Jasi saw a line of people.

Miss Agnes?

Its justwell, if youd just sit and sign a few autographs while we talked, it would help so much. There are so many fans who you left here. And its free coin! Doesnt cost much of anything but ink and parchment, does it? Just for a few minutes

Jasis goodwill towards her home disappeared. She protestedbut Agnes knew her. And you werent a hero in your hometown, wasnt that what adventurers said?

In the end, Jasi signed autographs for a good twenty minutes while answering questions of how wonderful Invrisil was. Then she fled. Numbtongue held off the crowdmainly just by folding his arms and standing there. He could have been a good [Actor]. He caught up two streets down.

Well, that was something.

Jasi sighed. Agnes was still Agnes. In a wayit was reassuring. But who was Jasi, now? She caught sight of herself in the reflection and the beautiful Drake in rich clothing

Past and present. Numbtongue had a second pizza which he put in his bag of holding.

Was it worth it?

Jasi turned to Numbtongue. She smiled, slightly.

Yes, yes it was, Numbtongue. And I think I realized something.

Good. Then where to?

Jasi pointed.

Back to the inn. The Singers broadcast is starting soon. And I want to see it.

Mhm.

They left Celum as it was. Numbtongue followed Jasi, and she saw him pull the guitar out of a bag of holding.

Soyou want to go to Invrisil?

And not die.

The Hobgoblin qualified the statement. Jasi laughed and linked arms with him, much to the [Bard]s surprise.

Well, if you want, well let you watch one of our plays anytime! And come with us to restaurants! Erin wont! It might be dicey, but were [Actors]!

Really?

She smiled and nodded. She might be differentbut she liked having money and fame. Numbtongue followed her, eagerly.

When are you next eating out?

The two chattered. And then they went back to The Wandering Inn. And the Queen of Pop began her broadcast.

-

Cara OSullivan was preparing for her broadcast. It would be the likes of which the world had never seen. Literally. She had a scrying orb in her personal trailer and she had been watching it.

Television. The best technology to bring to this world.

Rae laughed at that. She was clearly nervous. Cara smiled at her. A fake smile for a fake person. She wasnt half as nice as she acted as the Queen of Pop. But make it real because it helped Rae.

Relax, Rae. Its going to be alright. You just stand in your spot and play.

But if I make a mistake

Trust me. You wont. Just worry about Greg fucking it up. Its all about the Queen of Pop, anyways. Youll be fine.

Thanks, Cara.

Some of the color came back into the bass-players cheeks. Cara nodded at Thien.

You set up, Thien?

Im going to shit myself.

So long as the camera doesnt see it, go ahead. You get to sit down, anyways.

He laughed. Cara looked around. Greg was psyching himself upthe band was getting ready on their stage.

A real stage, incidentally. Wood, draped backgroundAbebi had set it up for them. But while theyd be playing there and the distant audience would be quieted with [Hush] spells to prevent them cheering into the songCara wouldnt be joining them at first.

Cara! Cara, the [Huntress] is here at last! So is the [Knight]!

Excellent. Just wait for Abebis signal, everyone. Im going to my spot. Were going to walk it over a few times. Time to starttwenty four minutes!

The non-Earther staff and the band tensed when they heard it. Cara strode off the stage and began jogging to get to where Abebi was with some of the Wistram [Mages].

They were cutting it close. She wished she had a day to rehearse. But Wistram hadnt given them a slot and getting the important actors had been hard too. Since there was a damn war with the Creler-humping bastards of Ailendamus

Fuck them.

Cara gritted her teeth. It was a sentiment that wouldnt land her in trouble with any of the three special actors who had come at her request. Make it fourthe stylish, long-jacket, hat-and-crossbows Hunter of the Hunters Guild of Noelictus had just arrived.

Cara! Thank goodness! Everythings set up. I just have to give you the amulets, and walk the others through the scene. I just explained what it is were doing

Not to us!

The aggrieved [Scrier] from Wistram had no idea what was going on. Cara pointed at him.

You. Stand where Abebi wants and let her direct the shot.

But were Wistrams

Shut up and go.

Abebi pushed the woman and Cara turned to the four. They werein ordera Dwarf, a half-Elf, a Hunter from Noelictusand a Thronebearer of Calanfer.

The half-Elf and Dwarf were hired specifically. Both femalethe half-Elf was about as tall as Cara and had agreed to dye her hair to match. Cara felt shabby and mortal compared to her, but the half-Elf was a fan of her music.

The other two were harder to get. The Thronebearer bowed.

Singer. It is an honor. I come from embattled Calanfer at your request.

Thank you so much, Dame?

The [Knight] was female. She even looked sort of like Cara, which was excellent. She performed a salute.

Dame Neranthei, at your service, Singer. I am of the lowest rank of my Ordera Lightholder. I was told I would serve. And my Order can spare no one else.

Of course. Im very grateful you could come to me. Of courseIll recompense your order.

Again, the woman bowed. Her eyes flickered upwards.

In truth, our Grandmaster might not have given me the order to come, even for you, Singer. But the [Princess] request swayed him.

She had the crest of the 4^th Princess of Calanfer on her breastplate. Sopersonal security. Cara smiled.

Is Princess Seraphel safe?

Until the Eternal Throne is takenshe will be. I shall convey your words to her, if you wish it.

Maybe later. And thank you, Huntress Melizsa.

Noelictus keep you, Miss Cara.

The [Hunter] tipped her hat. Also femalealso with the same rough height and color of hair. She looked at Cara directly.

For the Singer of Afiele, we would come. I understand this will be broadcast across the world.

Yesdo you understand what you have to do? Just walkand keep your composure.

The four nodded. The Dwarf and half-Elf were palpably more nervous. The Thronebearer and [Huntress] just looked concerned theyd make a mistake.

Just walk?

Thats right. Its the scene, the scene. Come on. Ill show you your routes. The key is to keep acting. Ill demonstrate.

Cara slowed her pace and showed them. They watched her face, the way she moved slower.

I see. And while that happens, the spells?

Thats right. Abebis got five amulets.

What caliber? My own wards might suffice.

The [Huntress] was curious. Cara didnt know. The [Huntress] went to talk with Abebi and came back.

Ah, charged spells. Ill swap for that one, then. They should hold through all the spells.

That reassured the Dwarf and half-Elf. Cara feltanxious. But she was committed.

Just remember. Dont look directly at the [Scrier]. Youre acting. Pretending. Dame Neranthei, youre first. Right here, you see? As we pass by this riseso youre walking this route. Lets go through it.

They did. The Thronebearer looked relieved.

Very simple. And we walk to the end?

Thats right. And your task is done. Then just walk away from the camerathe scrying orb.

The others looked at each other. They didnt get the entirety of what Cara wanted. But she had no time to show them or explain. The dirt-and-grass stretch that theyd dug up to create a few hundred feet of space in front of the stage was only prepared for one take.

We have the [Mages] in place! Wands at the ready! Cara, are you set? Eight minutes to go!

Abebis voice cracked with nerves. Cara was calmer.

Are you both alright? It will be terrifying.

Wewere good, Miss Cara. And its a huge honor.

The Dwarfs voice cracked as she clutched at her ornamental armorshe was no [Warrior], she just looked the part. The hardest part with her was deciding whether to ask for a Dwarf woman with a beard or clean-shaven. Cara had gone with clean-shavenapparently it wasnt that common.

Alright. Were ready! Have the music queued! Wait for Abebis countdown! [Scriers]ready?

The [Mages] called out .Theyd been walked through their route and were beginning to pick up what was happening.

Rready!

Alright! We get one take, so no mistakes! Im ready too.

Cara walked over to the starting point. The [Scrier] took a position across from her, so she was smaller in the background but still visible. The [Makeup Artist] from Earth ran over to check Cara one last time.

And

The scrying orb Abebi was watching had Drassi and Noass on it.

wonderful performance of skill at arms by the two [Fencers]. Next, if youve been consulting our itinerary, and I know you have by the [Messages] flooding in, we have a special performance by the newest [Singer] to sweep the world! The Queen of Pop! The Siren of Songs! Ooh. The Siren of Savere wont like that, will she?

Drassi was reading from her card. These daysWistram had a free TV Guide to the programs, updated every day at the Mages Guild. And featured prominently had been

Noass coughed.

Er, the Singer of Terandria has a number of appellations, Drassi.Lets not delay her performance. I understand well get three of her newest songs. And you can purchase sound-crystals of each songa recording if you willfrom most [Merchants] who carry cargo from Terandria! Shes extremely popular in Terandria and her music is reaching the rest of the world. Have you listened to it?

Drassi nodded.

I have indeed! Its catchyupbeat, or soulfuland she has so many songs! Shes amazing, Noass. I cant wait to see what shes going to sing. I think were going live in three

The scrying orb flickered to Cara, standing in the background, the sun setting behind her.

Of courseAbebi had been watching the broadcast with a delay. So Cara was already performing.

-

In The Wandering Inn, this is what the audience saw. Around the worldthey saw the Queen of Pop, standing with the sun setting behind herbut ambient light illuminating the ground more than the sky alone would.

The ground wastorn. Soil and grass had been dug up. And the Queen of Pop? You expected her to be like Jasi, a shimmering mirage of magical products and a wonderful dress, like the other [Singers] who had been featured.

But not Cara. She was in makeup. But her clothing was closer to riders clothingalbeit of a quality suiting a lady. And it wastorn along one arm. She had dirt on her cheek, a cut on her arm.

Isis something wrong?It looks like shes been attacked

Drassis voice came through a second before the sound cut off. And thenthe music began to play.

The electric guitar made Numbtongue look up. Daly fell out of his seat.

Its one of us.

On the stage, Greg began to strum to the music coming from the speakers held next to the scrying orb by one of the crew. But the camera wasnt on him. Cara began walking forwards as the music began to play.

Thenthe first [Fireball] detonated ahead of her. Everyone watching ducked. Half of the staff on the set did too. If the audience wasnt under [Silence] spellsthey would have screamed too loud.

The explosion was muffled. But the impact and fountaining dirt and bloom of fire? Cara flinched, but she kept walking. And that was the first explosion.

[Lightning] came down from the skies as another [Mage] used the charge built in the wand. It flashed down and Cara walked forwards. She felt the crackle of electricity do something to her wild hair. But she was wearing the protection amulet. As she had told the other actorsit was about the scene.

The wind was blowing dust and grit, not enough to cover anything in the scene. Just enougha [Geomancer] and [Wind Mage] were providing the effects. Cara had spent lavishly for this.

This was not the bright pop songs other people had heard her sing. This was in the vein of some of the songs she was coming out with. Rock instead of pop.

And she had chosen a legend of Earth to bring to the worlds attention.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams, recorded by Cara and an actual band, was playing on the computer that was held just behind the scrying orb. Cara walked ahead as another flash of light showered dirt behind her.

Arrows!

Half a dozen [Archers] loosed flaming arrows onto the ground, aiming to land in the shot but miss Caranarrowly.

Abebis fists were clenched. It rode on Cara. She had to not flinch from that too. And it was one thing to do that with special effects, but these were real spells. Cara had told Abebi she could handle it. She had seen battlefields before.

She was flinching with some of the spells detonating. But that was real. Cara walked forwards, as the audience saw the shot panning, rotating slowly to fit the carefully-choreographed scene. From the side, now, the Queen of Pop walked through a battlefield of spells and arrows.

What is this?

Jasi was staring. Erin and the others from Earth knew the answer. It was the worlds first music video. Cara was singing as she walked, a microphone in her hand. But it was just lip-syncing to the songshe didnt keep to it.

This is

Erin stared at Cara. Memorizing her face. Cara OSullivan was walking forwards. Andas the song played, one of her shadowsanother actor, appeared out of the smoke.

A Thronebearer of Calanfer. Dame Neranthei. Her armor was a bit sooty, and blood was on her gauntlets. She looked at Caraand the two nodded at each other.

They walked on, through hellfire and a battlefield. A group of [Warriors] fought past Cara as the spells ceased for a second. Neranthei vanished. And thenwas Huntress Melitza.

The Hunter of Noelictus walked with a crossbow in her hands as if this was a real battlefield. The hat on her head turned as she and Cara glanced at each other.

They walked on. Again, a cloud of smoke and impact from a [Fireball] made the [Huntress] vanish. Cara walked through, coughing. And there was the half-Elf.

There was a trick to it. They each looked a bit like Cara. It fit the song. Cara walked with her shadowsthe fourth was the Dwarf. The battlefield was destroyed as she finally reached the stage.

That was when the security let the audience who had followed the [Singer] rush forwards. They charged onto the field and Cara took the stage. She began to sing with her band and the view panned across the band and the audience.

That was the Queen of Pop. Her first song was a music video. A classic. To get everyones attention. When she had itthe [Popstar] could finally tell them what she wanted to say.

-

Ancestors. That was amazing. Was that real? An illusion? Im shaking!

There was a ten-minute break between songs and Drassi filled it. She was blown away, as most of the people were. Staging a performance? Making up something on television?

Is that inauthentic, though? That was not a real battlefield

Noass was pondering the ethics of it all, which struck Erin as vaguely hypocritical. Drassi flung her papers up.

Who cares? It was amazing! I need that song! And the second ones starting now! Everyone had better watch!

And they were watching. Anyone who had a scrying orbTrey, Teres, Daly and the United NationsTom, Richard, Erin

All of them were watching. Including the ones who knew. Like Magnolia Reinhart. Others, like Niers Astoragon.

We can use this. Anyone who asks about that music? Itll help us identify more.

That was the conclusion the Archmages had come to. They were watching the performance, annoyed that this was the one Human who was too popular to grabyet.

The second song was even closer to an opera. And now Cara had taught the audience what to expectshe put on a performance.

The Players of Celum were watching. For different reasons. Erin and the Earthers in her inn were as intense as could be. Jasi? She was just blown away.

The makeup. The style. Cara spoke to her as a fellow performer. The second music video opened with a set piece, a bit of stage-opera before music began.

As everyone watchedthis is what they saw.

Cara OSullivan was nowhere out in sight. But a white-haired man in black robes with a grinning skull for a mask was bent over a scrying orb.

Cara OSullivan. The name flashed and she appeared in the orb, running. Stumbling. The [Necromancer] pointed and the darkness rustled.

It was a poor copy of Azkerash. But shorthand worked. People shuddered as they stared at the [Necromancer].

Aaron Vanwell started for different reasons. He looked at Elena.

Thats not her real name. The scrying spell doesnt work on her.

But thats how a scrying spell works?

He nodded slowly.

The camera changed. Cara was backing away, holding a torch in the darkness. Things closed in around her. A shambling zombie, the [Necromancer]s minions.

All of this was very offensive to the actual Necromancer of Terandria. But he wasnt going to write in to complain. Cara backed up as the torch went out. The monsters and bad people closed in

And then she began to sing and magical lights illuminated the set, driving the monsters back. That was the plot. More actors moved forwards, helping drive the bad guys back. The band joined Cara and there she saw, singing as she was beset by evil.

A classic music video. As it went onCara was forced to abandon the stage as the undead and evil army pursued her. She rantowards what seemed at first to be relief.

The audience saw a [General] in armor and a bunch of [Soldiers] in black armor. Shorthand, againbut those who didnt know music videos still gasped when the man drew a sword and hacked at Cara. She fell backand for a second, a flag fluttered behind him.

Ailendamus crest. Cara fled as the army pursued her with the undead. She snatched up a sword and someone covered her.

The Thronebearer of Calanfer. The crest of the 4^th Princess shone in the light. Lyonette gasped.

Seraphel.

The woman raised her sword and the sky brightened for a moment. She held her ground as Cara fell back. The second person to rescue her was the [Huntress]. She stood on a grave, firing her crossbow. Noelictus flag was planted behind her. The half-Elf and Dwarf were fighting around her.

Onwards. The last set piece Cara came to had a bunch of [Mages] who unloaded spells into the darkness. Shining staves, wands.

Wistram Academy. The [Mages] watching from their orbs cheered. Even the Archmages exchanged pleased nods.

There, you see? She is grateful. Not a complete fool after all.

Viltach was very happy. Feor and Naili nodded, a bit dubiously. Nothing about what Naili had ever seen of Cara had shown she liked Wistram. But the [Mages] were clearly the heroes.

Beneath Wistrams sigilthe island on the islethey were fighting the evil army and undead back. There was another symbol below it. A triangle with an eye. Cara stood beneath it.

Huh, thats not our sigil. What, is that one of our factions?

No idea.

Naili eyed the pyramid and eye until the music video cut to the last scene, which was a typically climatic battle.

Cut to the [Necromancer] still scrying Cara via her magical name through the orb. ThenCara was joined by her band, and the entire cast of good guys. They vanquished the evil as the sun rose.

A classic video. And the audience loved it. It had action! Drama! Drassi was raving again as the band set up for the last songwhich had no music video.

So thats how it is.

Rmi Canada sat back. He had been taking notes with the second music video. It was soclear. He rubbed at his neck.

Anti-scrying orbs. Were compromised. Im compromised.

He looked at Cara. She was bowing. Spreading her arms. It said it all, really. How brilliant.

We cant go to Wistram, then. And now they know where she is.

You cant hide if youre the Singer of Terandria. I get it. We cant use our real names, Daly.

Geneva muttered. Her heart was beating fast. She stared at Cara as her band set up. Shed gotten it too. Perhaps the message wasnt as clear if you were from a countrybut that was a fairly universal message.

Calanfer. Thats which [Knight] it is. And thatsNoelictus. Half-Elf and Dwarf?

Mhm. Does she mean in general or?

Shh. The last songs starting.

-

Unfortunately, or fortunatelythe last song was just a song. Take on Me, by Aha. Of course, Cara performed it to her best. And she could actually sing this one rather than act in a music video. It was just a feel-good song. She performed it in her war makeup, though. And the crowd loved it.

She had done what she needed to. The message was out thereand her face. At least they couldnt [Scry] her. She had made a stand.

Come and get me, you bastards. Cara felt relaxed. She went through the song, and then had time to be interviewed by the Drakes in Pallass.

Miss Cara, that was some amazing singing. And I love thewhat did you call them?

A musical broadcast. You see, its a stage. Acting and music. I am so delighted you liked it!

The [Singer] was beaming and sitting demurely, the spirit of the [Popstar] who wanted to get her music out into the world. Drassi kept nodding. She had orders not to ask where the music came from.

Im told you can buy these song-recordings from Terandria. And Wistram! Nowthe first musical broadcast was great. Action. War! I love how it fit the lyrics.

Well, I wrote them just for the scene.

Cara felt a pinch on her conscience. But she was playing the song. Drassi sighed.

I wish I had that talent. Butthe second video had a few interesting qualities, didnt it? The plot was a bit more confusing. Have you met a [Necromancer] before?

Yes.

No. But I think thethe Necromancer weighs on all our minds. Its justI suppose you picked up on some of symbology?

Imight have.

Cara leaned forwards earnestly. Time to throw non-Earthers off the track.

It was about Ailendamus war with the Dawn Concordat.

What? King Itorin II was suddenly very upset. Drassi clapped her claws together.

I knew it! That army had their flag, right? Is this you being against Ailendamus?

Cara looked up for a second. She gave the Drake an earnest look, and looked troubled as she clasped her hands together, leaning forwards.

You know, Drassi. Im notfor any one nation. Or against. I justI suppose these last few songs were me being so troubled by war. Which Ailendamus has chosen to start again. Im just not one for violence, myself.

She kicked my ass yesterday! Greg mouthed silently off-screen. Cara went on, her eyes shimmering a bit.

Its just one of those things where I wonderwar? Can we really accept so many deaths for what, land? What about people? Im actually writing another song on the topic

Drassi was nodding sympathetically. Noass hurriedly shoved into the camera.

And I think thats all we have for now! Thank you! Thank you, Miss Cara. The Singer of Terandria, what a wonderful person. Lets go now to a Human-led orchestra from northern Chandrar. I give you the Bowsong of

-

The image cut out. Erin was shaking. Like Remishe had gotten it. Parts of it.

So that was how it was. Lyonette looked at Erin, concerned.

Erin, whats wrong? You kept saying shes saying something. What was she saying? The Singer? Shes from Earth, right?

Erin dared not say a word. But she looked at Kevin, Rosethe others. They retreated to the secret Earth-rooms.

Did you all get the same thing?

Rose whirled and looked at the others. Kevin scratched at his head. Troy and Leon were missingGalina was with the Players who were up next. But the rest, Imani, Joseph, Erinall nodded.

I gotwell, Palt told me you can scry someone if they arent warded with their names. Thats what they told you during the first chat, right, Rose?

Thats right. And we knew there was someone at Wistram. But

Rose looked up. But the sign. Kevin exhaled.

So they are like the Illuminati? Maybe it was a mistake?

Theres no sign like that in this world. Not that I know of, I think.

Erin shook her head. Joseph groaned.

Then what was the rest? Ailendamus are the bad guys? She said that.

Which made the good guys, by process of elimination, Noelictus, Calanfer

What did you say, Lyonette? Its not just the Thronebearers?

NoI mean, that is the [Knight] order of my kingdom. But that one was wearing the crest of my sister. Seraphel du Marquin.

She whispered that last to Erin, but the young woman barely heard it. It was too much to process. So that meantallies? Or just good people? What about the half-Elf and Dwarf? Erin needed Dawil. Or Pelt.

Either waythe music video had told her everything. Those other band memberswere they from Earth?

There you are. You, and Geneva. And Ryoka too. Erin raised her head.

Were not alone, guys. We just need to be careful.

Rose exhaled. Kevin scrubbed a hand through his hair and Joseph looked around for another drink.

Guess wed better make an airplane then, right guys?

Or upgrade your door.

Erin sat there. Ryoka needed to come here and they had to talk about this. Here I am, Cara said. Here is what you need to watch out for. Erin wonderedif someone was going to go after her.

-

One worlds worries aside, the music video and Singer of Terandria had shaken the Players of Celum. If they were growing to be experts of one craftthey had just seen centuries of refinement. Another art form.

Shes like one of us. Thats what I felt. Her poise, the way she was moving

Jasi was talking amid a babble to no one in particular. Emme was having an apoplexy.

How do we top that? Well never attract anyone! Look!

Even the audience in the inn was too busy chatting to focus on the poor Chandrarian orchestra. They had beautiful music and theyd worked so hard.

But they were up against the Queen of Pop. If attention was sunlight, Cara had stolen the spotlight and all that was left were a few glimmers by dusk.

And yetJasi was hooked.

That look. Did you see it, Wesle? She looked sodirty, yet amazing! War-torn. Its so stylish!

I was more impressed by the drums! I was trying to copy some of the bandthe one playing the guitar in front I couldnt copy. But the drums? Look at this!

Wesle had pulled out the drum set Kevin and Numbtongue used. He began laying down a similar beat, having copied Thien. Jasi was distracted.

Wheres my dye for the neck spines? If I adjusted my clothing like this

What do we do? No ones going to watch us!

Kilkran wailed. Jasi looked at him.

Enough people will see. Pipe down, Kilkran. And rememberI want to say something before the play.

But Jasi

The Drake was too busy dabbing some color onto her neck spines. Caras hair had been dyed near the ends. Likeso?

Jasi! Were going to perform

Orica was horrified. Jasi rolled her eyes.

In an hour! I can get this off in less than five minutes, Orica. Im trying that look before I forget. There was a bit ofsensuality. Like this

[Perfect Imitation]. She grabbed a cup and pretended it was a microphone. And if she sang

As it turned out, the mug had liquid in it. Jasi got some on her dress. Emme nearly died then and there.

Get me water and a cleaning cloth!

Emme! Relax! Ill get some water from

There was a crowd in the inn, which was very full. Jasi was on-stagetheyd decided to perform in The Wandering Inn for good luck. Mrsha was dancing with Ekirrathey had loved the song. Jasi saw the [Actors] pushing through the crowd and shook her head.

She just needed a bit of water. And thanks to Erin, she knew how to expedite the process.

Door, please!

She walked towards a wall and into the Garden of Sanctuary. It was shortcut to the kitchen or outhouse. Jasi heard an electric sound as she entered the [Garden]. She looked up as the door closed and saw

Numbtongue. Erins problems were not his and he was copying the guitar from the song. Jasi blinked up at him.

Whoa.

The Hobgoblin [Bard] was shooting lightning from his strings. And unlike Weslehis talent was the product of hard work, not just a Skill. He was flawlessly doing the guitar-portion of the first song and improvising on the fly.

The Hobgoblin realized he had an audience as he saw Jasi walking over to the pond. A few Fortress Beavers waddled past Jasi. He waved at her.

Good music!

Yeah! Thats an amazing copy, Numbtongue! Do you think you could actually perform the song?

Sure. Heard two before. On

Kevins laptop. Numbtongue closed his mouth on that.

On song-crystals? Im definitely buying some!

Jasi nodded earnestly. She sighed.

Wesles practicing the drums. He can copy the drummer, you know.

Ooh. Nice Skill. Something wrong?

The Drake rolled her eyes and lashed her tail.

Emmes convinced no one will watch us after the impact the Singer made. Its not like this is going to end our careers.

Mhm.

Numbtongue kept strumming. Jasi looked past him.

Im glad to have seen it. The Singerwhat a look. Heydo you think I could look like that?

Why not? Bit of blood, ashyou have to tear your dress.

Yeah. Maybe after the performance. I just love the

Jasi was young. It spoke to her, and Numbtongue too. Noass had spent some time lambasting the death of real music during his intermission. Numbtongue grinned.

Makeup on the Singer looks a bit like Redfang warpaint. See? Looks good.

He had some on his body. Jasi clapped her claws together.

Right! Thats great! And you know what? I bet I could copy the Queen of Pops song!

Really?

Numbtongue was astonished. Jasi smiled.

Were [Actors], Wesle, and I. Pralcem toowe have Skills to copy. Not as good as the real thing, butis that your drum set?

Hmm. Kevins. We perform on stage.

Really?

Yep. You could join us.

Numbtongue grinned. Jasi looked at him. Her mouth fell open.

Wait. II just had an idea. Numbtongue. How well do you know those songs?

Mm. Take on Me? Boulevard of Broken Dreams? I know those two. Not the other one.

Andand could you play? If Iand Wesle and Pralcem

Jasis mind was spinning. She could sing, Wesle had drumswhat other instruments were there? And they were

Butthen her face fell. She looked at Numbtongue. And remembered he was a Goblin. Sometimes you forgot. Not that he was green, or had crimson eyes. But what he was supposed to be.

What?

Numbtongue looked at Jasi. She sighed.

Its justIm sorry, but if we

She looked at him. Numbtongues hair was frazzled. Because hed been wearing that helmet the entire time. She opened and closed her mouth.

What?

Jasi glanced at the magic door. She adjusted her dressthen carefully ripped a sleeve with her claws. The [Bard] raised an eyebrow.

Is that bad?

We can get Eltistiman to [Repair] it if we need to. And speaking of whichNumbtongue, would you like to try something crazy? I dont know if itd work. Butthis is Erins inn, right?

He looked at her, an eyebrow raised. She told him her idea. And he started laughing. Of course he was in.

-

Cara was relaxing after the performance. She felt blissful. There was a whole lot of shit that was about to come her way.

Ailendamus would not like her taking a side. But they had already made her an enemy. They just didnt remember. She hadnt been the Queen of Pop at the time. As for the rest

Wistram might get the Illuminati reference shed painted them under if someone blabbed. But so what? It was done. Now, she was ready for what came next.

Shed deal with it tomorrow. Cara lay backshe hadnt even bothered to take off her makeup and dress. She was so tired

But she was still amped from the performance. So she turned on the scrying orb. Now this felt like home, in a sense.

wonderful performance. Not the Queen of Pop, but it doesnt all need to be that, eh, Drassi?Some of us like classic music.

Up yours, Noass.

Cara laughed as the two Drakes talked over the last performance. She liked Drassi. The two Drakes glared at each other.

Now, we have a performance by the Players of Celum. A sensation thats come to Invrisil. Theyre putting on thiswhat are they called?

Plays.

The Queen of Pop hit her head. She stared at the ceilingshed fallen out of her bed.

What the fuck?

She shot upright. Noass was asking Drassi what it was. The Drake folded her arms.

They started in Celum! Ive seen them. Theres some in Liscor, Invrisilits great. Its like a [Performer] exceptwell, more stylized. Youre going to want to watch it, folks.

Was the attention there? Notreally. Bowsongs performance and Caras own entertainment had distracted the audience. The scrying orbs were on, but no one was there, so to speak.

Cara was all the way there. She stared at the orb as Drassi introduced the Players. [Actors]? Were they from Earth? She turned to shout for Abebi to take notes

And then the orb changed. In it appeared a Drake. Cara sat back.

Not from Earth.

She was standing on a stage. And holdingCara blinked. It looked like a microphone. Glitteringand the Drake had a torn dress. Her scales were glistening. Her neck-spines hung wetlythey were dyed bright green on the ends.

Jasi even had some of Numbtongues war paint on a cheek. She looked up. Cara looked at a copy of her dress. A copy of her. Then she saw the stage light up.

A man sat at a drum set. A Gnoll held a backup guitar. And an armored figure wearing a blank helmet stood to the side with a guitar sparking.

Is this

Wesle began hammering on the drums. Thien burst into the wagon.

Cara! Someones playing

He saw her turn. Wesle was laying down the same beatplaying as well as Thien had. And then the armored figure began playing the guitarexcept properly, not like Greg.

Holy. Shit. Theyre not

Take on Me began playing as Jasi began singing into the microphone. They were playing the same song! Cara stared.

The [Actors] had stage presence. They had seen how Cara did it. Nowthey were copying her song! And adding to it! Jasi was rocking out and the [Guitarist]

Dude. That guy can play! Is that lightning coming from the strings?

Someone get rid of Greg and get me whoever that is.

Cara stared at Numbtongue as he played. His armor and helmet were nondescriptbut hed painted two red eyes and a frowny-face on it.

He has to be from Earth. Thats a reference to

Jasi was singing. Not as well as Cara, despite her [Perfect Imitation]Cara had more Skills that Jasi hadnt copied. But look at her. She had real passion. She was laughing, singing

And she caught sight of herself in the blank scrying mirror on the wall of the inn. Jasi blinked. She stumbled over her words as she saw her reflection.

Look at that Jasi in the mirror. The Drake gave herself a wide-eyed look. Just for a moment. Thenthe [Actress] smiled. She laughed and sang with herself. Past and present.

Look at me now.

The Players of Celum grabbed the spotlight from the Singer in a moment.

-

Grimalkin of Pallass and Chaldion stared at the unexpected cover of the Singers cover of an Earth song. It really wasnt the point.

So thats an entire group in Terandria. Theyre not as rare as you thought, Sinew Magus.

Thoughts, Grand Strategist?

The old Drake grimaced. This was getting bigger than even he could imagine. And hed been able to understand what Grimalkin had told him.

We need to figure out how large this is. WistramWistram must know. So that means

A claw covered his face. Chaldion kept speaking for a second and tried to jerk back. Saliss of Lights slowly pushed him out of the way. And Grimalkin.

Who. Is. That. Drake?

He was staring at Jasi. Grimalkin recoiled as the [Alchemist] gazed into the scrying orb and Jasi, who had just finished her song. At her style. The mood. He had seen Cara. But this was a Drake. And her look

Rebellious. Unconventional. Noass was spluttering about the addition to the lineup, but Drassi was celebrating it. Because it wasyouth.

And Saliss wasnt the only one who was fascinated. Other Drakes in Pallass, other young people in Invrisil, across Izril and the world had something to copy. It was like a wave.

Lady Salkis of Pallass was heading for the 8^th Floor. She had never had a reason to visit before buther [Bodyguards] could barely catch up to the usually-sick or meek [Lady].

Lady Salkis, please wait! Your father would be worried sick! That inn is not safe. There are Humansits considered a hotspot of dangerous activities

She pushed open the door, following the song. Jasiwhom Salkis now had to see more of. The Drake halted as she opened the door and saw, amid the cheering, the crowd, the [Mage] with the scrying mirror asking questions of Jasia figure in armor make his escape.

Numbtongue walked back out of the [Garden of Sanctuary]. He had only been there for the music. And to be on the scrying orb, but he wasnt going to push his luck. He pulled off his helmet as the onyx-scaled Drake came through the door of the common room.

The Hobgoblin blinked at Salkis. She stared at a Hobgoblin. The [Bodyguards] cried out in horror and reached for their weapons before a Mrsha kicked them in the back of the legs with wroth and fury.

Whoa. Salkis looked at Jasi, Numbtongue, and around the inn. Shedecided she was going to like it here. After all. She was a .

-

That wasnt stealing. At least, we surely hope it wasnt. It was a tribute to the Queen of Pop, which amazed us all. And we are [Actors].

Jasi was giving an interview to the camera. She was panting, but looked elated. Drassi was nodding eagerly.

And you justcopied it?Like that?

Lifes but a stage. And were actors who fret every moment, Miss Drassi.

The [Reporter] chuckled. Jasi looked up.

And now, ladies and gentlemen. Our actual performance is a play, which wed like to dedicate to the city of Celum, which is where all this began. Were actually starting a fundraiser and well be donating the proceeds of the next ten plays and putting on special performances for the cause of rebuilding

Something for home. Wesle was smiling and nodding. It felt right. Erin wasnt the only person who could do something. After allJasi was an [Actor]. And she had learned from the best.

Emme introduced the play as Jasi stepped back behind the curtains.

And now, let us begin, dear audience. A classicHamlet, by the Bard of Avon. Please, silence until the play is over. The events on stage are not realexcept as stories. We are the Players of Celum, and we pray your indulgence. When the curtains openthe play begins.

She stepped back. And nowwith considerable attention, Jasi playing the Queen Gertrude, Wesle as Hamlet, Kilkran as Claudius, and so on, put on their show.

Updated a bit. Changed in places, with nuance like a Drake wedding a Human man over a fictitious throne and Gnolls in the cast. But quintessentially the same. And they shone.

Erin Solstice emerged from her rooms to find Numbtongue chatting with a Drake she vaguely recognized. Mrsha was trying to beat a bodyguard to death with her paws. Erin pointed to the sign and saw the Players of Celum enter Pallassand take the worlds stage.

Cara watched people like her.

It was possibly an ordinary day in The Wandering Inn. Or a good moment. Could you have one with the other? As the sun left the sky, and much ado about everything occurred, the stars rose.

The Players got an invitation to Pallass. Cara sent a [Message] to them and got dozens in return. Ailendamus got royally peeved, Erin decided to add another sign people had to walk around in her inn

Mrsha got a kilt. She used it as a pillow as she waited for tomorrow, which would be even more fun.

The stars shone in the night sky, with two full moons. It was another day.

A Raskghar slowly creaked open the closed shutters of the adventurers barricades. It sniffed the air and growled to all of the others.

It was time.

Authors Note: Thanks for reading! I dont know if I kept the last7,000 words? If I didnt, they were next chapter. But this was a nice chapter to write. I still have energy from my break!

The trick is knowing when to stop and whats good and whats written where Im not at my absolute best. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this!

I dont have much to say. I debated some parts, like spelling out what Cara was doing. And some additions like Salkis in the inn didnt have to be there. But they were always planned. I can add in what makes sense here or there or refrain from doing so.

What feels best for now and what for the story? These are the quandaries. For now, Im going to leave you with some great art. Enuryns Players of Celum, for one! I think its perfect, dont you? And Ive been holding onto it for a while!

Also, Plushie, who did asemi-canonical fanart from the Guestbook along with a lot of other great art! And Erin-emotes! Last but not least, we have an animation by PanzerSoul of a certain Hobgoblin trying out some cool sword techniques!

Hope you enjoy! Thanks for readingmore of Liscor next chapter! Dont get hyped. Theyll probably be making doughnuts or something.

Players of Celum by Enuryn the [Naturalist]!

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Selfies with Scarra, Erin, Mrsha, and Fetohep emotes by Plushie!

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Shorthilt Animation by PanzerSoul!