The Wandering Inn

Interlude Carriages and Conversations

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Now.

The isle was known as Ferus Paradise for reasons completely unrelated to the present. At some point, it had possibly been a verdant ecosystem, the kind your budding [Biologist]-[Naturalist] and evolutionary theorist would have given their eyeteeth for.

However, that was in the past. And at some point, the owner of the isle had decided what it really needed was some lovely flowers and grass. They had destroyed the local habitat to make it a lovely vacation isle.

Subsequently, the rats had taken over. As rats did, they had ravaged the ecosystem. These rats were particularly small; half the size of regular rats, and green. That was to say, they blended with the grass and were the most invasive of species.

None of this mattered to the Runner who arrived on the island. They had chartered a small boat to take them out here; one of the small sailing crafts that [Fishers] used. Now, they watched it disappearing.

And I paid gold for the trip.

The Runner scuffed one foot into the ground and saw the camouflaged rats scuttling away. In fairness, the [Fisher] had warned them, as the locals liked to do, not to visit the cursed isle. Oh yes, they knew an Archmage lived here. And as far as they were concerned, the people on the coast of Ferus Paradise hoped she never came out from her mansion.

Most people assumed she was dead. She hadnt been seen in over a decade. Nor were they impressed with her title of Archmage. She was just another eccentric mage, holed up on her private island.

And everyone knew this island was certain death. So did the Runner. Theyd been warned. So, very cautiously, they made their way to the one landmark on the small isle.

That was the mansion. It had taken the Runner a long while to get here. Ferus Paradise wasnt exactly an easy location to get to, even if you could move fast. They weredisappointed to see it looked just like a normal mansion. Incongruously well-kept among the overrun isle.

Still, looks were deceiving. The Runner touched the charm on their neck. Then, they drew a deep breath and shouted.

Archmage Valeterisa! I bear a message from Lady Ieka Imarris! Will you allow my entrance?

No response, although they had shouted commendably loud, enough to be heard from the mansion. But if it was that easythe Runner tried again, amplifying their voice with a spell.

Archmage Valeterisa! Can you hear me?

Nothing. The Runner eyed the mansion. Thenthey eyed the barren ground in about a two hundred foot radius around the mansion. There was no grass there; the ground looked like it had been disturbed. And most tellinglyno rats were foraging around.

Right. Absolutely not stepping on that. Hm

They hunted around on the ground, and found a rock. The Runner hefted it and threw it into the middle of the barren ground. They braced

And nothing happened. The Runner scratched their head. They took a few cautious steps forwards, swore, and leapt back.

The ground exploded. Dirt rained down and the rats scurried away almost as fast as the Runner. They caught their breath several dozen feet away from the detonation site.

Life-sensing spells? Okay. Were doing this the hard way.

The Runner bit their lip and looked around. They had optionsbut an easy one came to mind, and one the designer of this death-trap might not have thought of.

I wonder if I can use rats?

The Runner bent down, grimacing, and the green rats, as if sensing the intentions of the Human, fled en masse. Cursing, the Runner was chasing after one of the nimble rodents when they saw a flash. They turned their heads.

Oh hell.

The first arcing magical arrow hit the ground and nearly blew them to bits. The Runner hit the ground, looked up, and ran.

The mansion was lobbing huge bolts of magic at them! The sensor spell in the ground had targeted them; now they were being hunted by artillery spells.

Damnit, damnit, damnit

The Runner looked around. But there was no help for it. More spells were coming. Sothe Runner gritted their teeth, grabbed a potion, and downed it.

Here we go.

Magic enhanced their steps. The potion enhanced their reflexes. The Runner turned, sprinted at the mansion

The ground began to explode. The Runner weaved, outrunning the magic hitting the ground behind them. The rats hopefully watched, wondering if they were going to get snacks. To their disappointment, the Runner was fast.

They reached the door of the mansion, sprinted up the steps, and hammered on the door.

Archmage!

They tried the doors handle. To their surprise, it was unlocked! The Runner sagged in relief. They heard a hum of magic from abovetwisted the knob

It was a mark of their understanding of the devious cruelty of the mortal condition that saved the Runners life. They had yanked the door open as they leapt off the porch and so the blast of fire didnt cook them along with everything on the steps. The Runner staggered upright, peeked overand saw dirt through the open doorway.

What the

There was nothing behind the door. Not flooring; just dirt. The mansion was

Slowly, the Runner stood up. They twisted a ring on their finger and touched the amulet again. This time, close up, the Amulet of Detect Magic and their veil-piercing ring functioned. They saw the mansion glowand the Runner groaned.

This isnt even the real mansion, is it?

The illusion vanished and they saw the real mansion, invisible, quietly waiting on the cliff away from the death-trapped minefield. The illusion spells had fooled the market-grade artifacts.

The Runner looked around. Now, they were in the lee of the fake mansions shadow, surrounded by magical mines, and targeted by the homing magical spells. The real, coast side mansion, a huge, sprawling compound, waited.

The Runner had to take a few seconds.

I. Hate. [Mages].

-

Then.

The Unmarked Coach was the counterpart to Magnolia Reinharts famous pink carriage. It wasnt as fastbut it was still damn fast. More importantlyit was unremarked upon. Hence the name. It was a special transport. You had to know about it to request it. And even knowing about it was reserved for people with the right connections. Even thengetting on the good list took a bit of doing.

But once you were on the list? Well, the Unmarked Coach took you where you wanted to go securely, swiftly, and without anyone knowing.

Two details about the coach that always changed were the driver, and the coach itself. They were always different. Sometimes the driver was male, a Gnoll, or a Drake, a Dullahan, or female, a Selphid

The coach took all colors and all forms as well. It could be a rather posh, but visibly old carriage like the one that trundled down the road now, or a sleek new model, a barely-functioning converted cart with holes in ityou could never tell.

Two details about the coach that never changed were the driver and coach itself. They were always the same. They just happened to look different. The coach was always the same on the inside. Plush, a match for Magnolias carriage and then some because while Magnolias carriage was a smaller transport, the Unmarked Coach could take sixteen people all without needing to rub elbows once.

And the driver was always the same person. Just with a different face. Theyshewas a Djinni. A spirit, a member of a species from Chandrar famous in at least two worlds. Now, she steered the coach down the road.

Today, she had a top hat on, dark clothes, including a scarf that covered her pale skin. She was a large woman, irritable, and driving in the rain which never seemed to actually soak her. A few other vehicles were on the road, but only one of the people the driver ever passed called out to her.

Is that Karsy? Hey there!

Go to hell, Termin!

The Djinni shouted back as she pretended to shake off rain. It was all an act, of course. She wasnt wet. But she was in a bad mood. Herbeingwas still vibrating from the magic shed caught the back-end of.

Unfortunately, as she hadnt been the intended recipient of the spell, she couldnt execute one of her dutieswhich was to kill anything that attacked the Unmarked Coach, be it passenger, [Bandit], or monster. And nowshe sensed the eyes on her.

Break my chains, but I hate this job.

The Djinni grumbled. She drove onwards, and the fake horses pretended to plod down the road. After a while, the silent staring and whispering got to be too much. The woman turned in her seat.

What do you want?

Ryoka and Fierre jumped. They had been peeking at the driver through the little speaking panel that connected the interior of the coach to the front.

Ernothing! Nothing! Its just that if youd like to chat

Ryoka Griffin hurriedly raised her hands. The Djinni reached back and slid the speaking panel closed. She had blissful peace for six minutes. Then she felt it covertly being edged open a crack.

What. Do. You. Want?

Fierre jumped. The Vampire had been as silent as a feather landing in the snow, but somehow the Djinni had sensed her opening the panel.

Iwere sorry, Miss Driver, if we broke the rules.

If you broke the rules, you would be dead.

The driver replied without turning her head. She scowled.

But puke in my carriage again and I will kill you so surely dead as even the blood of monarchs will not bring you back, Vampire.

The Djinni spoke with an accent, a rolling, deep voice. Fierre stared at her. The driver heard frantic whispering and then the Vampire girl grinned weakly at her. She had sharp teeth.

Im not a Vampire. Er, I mean, what? Vampires? Youyou must be

I see all things, Vampire. Nothing is hidden from mine eyes. Nor, if I lacked but the magic of my nature and the power to change reality, would I still miss your fangs, pale skin, red eyes, aversion to light, and the way you drink blood.

Fierre gulped.

Thatsthatsa secret. Tell anyone and

Youd do what? Kill me? Hah. Even if youve the strength of your blood, youre a mewling baby. No secrets leave my lips. All who ride the Unmarked Coach I am bound to tell nothing of.

Oh. Very good.

Fierre faintly stared at the Djinni for a second. Then she closed the panel and sat back down.

Inside the carriage, Ryoka stared at her friend. Fierre looked pale. Ryokas head still hurt, and this was an hour after they had begun their long journey.

To recap: Fierre had just taken Teriarchs cure. The panacea had made her vomit into her bag of holding for about five minutes. That was a lot of puke. Also, the driver had unintentionally revealed she was a Djinni.

Oh, and Ryoka was on her way to the Archmage of Izrils mansion to deliver Lady Iekas message so she could convene a meeting of the Fae at the Summers Solstice, but who was counting the weird things in her life? Ryoka saw Fierre fidget.

In the dim coach, her eyes shone crimson. Ryoka had noticed Fierres red irises from the start. But now, they had a luminescence. And as Fierre twisted, glancing at the front of the carriage and then at Ryoka again, the Human girl saw it.

A fluidity of movement. A certainness about Fierre. She had always been fast and inhumanly strong. But now, the Vampire girl made Ryoka feel like she was slow.

She was cured. Fierre opened her mouth, grinned weakly at Ryoka. Even her canines seemedsharper. Although that could just be Ryokas imagination. She looked at Ryoka. Or rather, her friends neck, and then away.

Dont worry. Im not that hungry anymore.

Fierre muttered. Ryoka jumped, blushed.

I didnt

I wouldnt do it anyways. Ryoka, I owe you. This feels amazing.

Youve said.

The Vampire girl grinned and stretched. Beside her sat, oh, about eight empty bottles of blood. Animals blood, from her home. Shed been ravenous after throwing up, but fortunately she hadnt gone for Ryoka.

It tasted awful, by the way. I guess I really was cured. ButIm fine.

She said that while grinning teasingly at Ryoka. But it was true; Fierre didnt look that tempted. On the other handRyoka felt electricity running down her back.

This isFierre, this is

The City Runner looked at her friend. And she had to say it.

This is so cool.

The other young woman grinned hugely. It was! Fierre clenched one fist.

I feel like I could break a boulder in half! When we stopI have to try sparring! Or running! I bet I could outrun a horse! And then throw it! Im cured, Ryoka! Im invincible!

Both young women heard a snort from the front. Fierres grin slipped. Ryoka eyed the bottles of blood next to Fierre. They were covered with a bit of blackbile.

Uh, those are starting to smell. Maybe.

Oh. Right.

Brought back to reality, Fierre tossed them into the bag of holding she carried. The bag of holding now containing several pounds of black bile. The Vampire girl grimaced.

I should have thrown up anywhere but here! Its on all of my stuff!

Can you clean it off?

Not without emptying the entire bag of holding

Not in my coach, Vampire.

The muffled voice came from the front of the Unmarked Coach. Ryoka and Fierre jumped. Fierre mouthed to Ryoka, without even speaking.

She has good ears!

Ryoka nodded. Again, the voice sounded, annoyed.

Better than yours, Vampire!

This time, Ryoka had to respond.

Excuse me. But if weve offended you, Miss Driverercan I ask your name?

You may ask me my name. But do not expect me to enjoy answering, Human girl.

She sounded really annoyed with them. To be fair, a puking Vampire probably wasnt fun for anyone to deal with. Ryoka opened the sliding panel again and this timethe downpour ceased for a second. A beam of weak sunlight entered the coach.

Argh!

Fierre shouted in pain. Ryoka spun.

Fierre?

The Vampire girl had recoiled so fast she was a blur. Now, she clutched at her face.

Ryoka! The light! Close the panel! Close the

Ryoka did. She saw Fierre lower her shaking hands. And Ryoka saw

Dead gods. Your face, Fierre! Its

It was burned. Like a lobster sunburn, almost comically red. Fierre tried to feel at her face since Ryokas mirror was a stupid idea. Vampires had no reflections. But then she blinked. The sunburn faded even as Ryoka stared.

What thethat never used to happen! It took you minutes to burn!

It must be because Im cured.

The Vampire breathed. Both stared at the sliding panel. That had been weak sunlight, through the clouds.

If you were in the actual sundo you think youd catch on fire?

IBamer told us stories about that. But II didnt think it was actually

Fierre laughed nervously. And again, Ryoka heard a snort from the front of the coach.

Break my chains, but you two are fools. If you want to see your friend really react, Human girl, take the garlic out of your bag of holding.

Slowly, Fierres head swung around towards Ryoka. She sniffed at Ryokas side and her eyes narrowed.

Ryoka

You knew it was there! That was insurance! Wait, how did you know I had garlic in there?

I have eyes.

The Djinni retorted. Ryoka hesitated.

I could toss it out, Fierre. But Id have to open the door for a second. Its in a jar

It was, in fact, a lot of garlic and garlic oil mixed into water. Ryoka had made it after being kidnapped by Fierre. Just in case she needed to fight off a certain Vampire girl. Fierre waved her hand.

No thanks, Ryoka. Im fineI trust you.

Thanks.

The two young women smiled at each other. But then their attention swung back towards the front of the carriage.

For someone as grumpy and non-talkative as she claimed to be, the Djinni certainly seemed to be aware of what was happening in the inside of the carriage. Ryoka got the impression that the last hour had been weird, even for her.

Fierre. You never really explained what thiscoach is. The Unmarked Coach?

Its the underworlds most famous transport service, Ryoka. Everyone needs to get places fast. Everyone whos anyone uses the coach, if they dont have something better. The Gentlemen Callers, the Elusive Lot, high-ranking [Thieves] or other sorts

Wow.

Ryoka blinked around. The inside of the coach was certainly fancy. Even a limo didnt have this much room! It was a huge, horizontal room, with no other rows. Just two seats facing each other that stretched impossibly long for the dimensions of the coach, with a central table area. Nothing else like a minibar or fridge, but you couldnt get everything, Ryoka supposed.

Then she had a sudden thought.

What about the Bloodfeast Raiders? Would they?

She tensed, remembering them. Fierre shook her head instantly.

Theyre not lawful, er, criminals, Ryoka. Theyd never be allowed, even if they knew of the service.

The City Runner relaxed.

Oh. Then how did you get us a ride?

The Vampire grinned.

Im a bit famous now, thanks to surviving the curse, Ryoka. And money buys all sorts of favors. I applied when I heard you needed a ride north and it was approved in a day.

Approved?

Oh yes. No one gets a ride without approval.

From?

Ryoka pointed. And Fierres nod coincided with another snort. The Vampire looked warily at the front and replied in a low whisper.

Shes just the driver, Ryoka. I didnt know she was abut its the owner who runs the Unmarked Coach. No idea who they are. Id bet theyre her

Master. And I am the slave that has run this service for longer than you two could ever know.

The Djinnis voice rumbled. Ryoka looked at her. Then she slid forwards and opened the panel. Fierre moved out of the way of the light.

Im sorry if were bothering you, again. But could we ask some questions?

You had to ask about the Djinni. It was like an elephant in the room, except more magical. This time, the Djinni sighed. But suddenlyher voice became a tad more polite and formal.

I am bound to answer all questions of passengers and perform whatever services are acceptable within the limits of my bonds. Ask and I will answer.

She turned her head, steering without even looking at the road. Ryoka blinked. But then her mind kicked into overload.

Djinni were the equivalents of the myth of genies from her world. But obviously it wasnt a one-to-one parallel, like Fierre and Vampires. However, it was clear that this Djinni was a slave, and the owner ran the Unmarked Coach. AlsoRyoka bore in mind all the legends about genies. Dont ask for stupid wishes and watch what you said.

Idlike to know whats off-limits, please. What rules should I know?

The woman sighed.

There are none thatvery well. No violence against the coach or its passengers, whether by deed or word. You may leave at any time, but my route is unchangeable. I will do all that is in my power and contract to satisfy your demands, including questions and producing items. I shall not answer questions of information about my bond, my master, or locations or any details of other passengers. Alsoyou may not request to have sex with me. That last part is new by three centuries.

Ryoka stared at her. The Djinni looked satisfied at that last bit.

What was that about no sex?

Disappointed, are you?

No! I meandid people ask?

The Djinni made a sound of disgust.

Oh, but they did. And even while I did my business. Far better this job than my last one, I swear it by my chains.

The City Runners mouth opened and closed for a long while. Aside from comments about slavery, rape, three centuriesno, it all felt trite. Still, she had to say something.

Im sorry.

The driver turned to eye Ryoka.

For what? This is not your burden. Your sympathy breaks none of my bonds.

She hesitated and her expression soured further.

My apologies for the rude conduct.

I dont mind that. Speak your mind.

The City Runner looked at Fierre. This conversation had gone south so fast it had caught her off-guard. The Vampire girls eyes flicked to Ryoka, then the open panel. She spoke in the shadows.

Be careful what you say, Ryoka. This Djinni might be bound not to speak to other passengers about private things, but she probably has a clause that means she reports anything of value to her master, whoever that is.

A laugh. The Djinnis mouth opened and her teeth flashed.

The Vampire is smarter than you, Human girl.

I see.

Ryoka looked at the Djinni. Slowly, she glanced at Fierre and addressed both of them.

Ive heard about Djinni in Chandrar. I didnt know any existed in Izril.

Its not common. But a bottled Djinni can be opened wherever. Theyre best at making the contracts in Chandrar. Only an idiot does it carelessly. How much do you know about Djinni, Ryoka?

The Runner looked at the Djinni. The driver still hadnt turned back to the road, but she effortlessly steered around a collision on the road.

I know a lot of stories. Stop me if Im wrong. Djinni are powerful, magical beings. They come in different kinds

She glanced at the Djinnis face. No change. Fierre was nodding. There were parallels in Earths culture, of course, that Ryoka was speaking of. Ifrit, Genies, Shaitainer

Ryoka realized that most of what she knew was a Western take on largely Arabian mythology. She also recalled the books on history shed read.

Djinni are slaves. Bound to magical objects. Their masters summon them and get three wishes.

This time the driver snorted. Fierre blinked.

Three wishes?

Erone?

Why would you have one wish? Ryoka, its whatever the owner of the Djinni wants. Whoever opens the bottlelampvase, whatever, commands the Djinni until they die by the contract they agree on. Three wishes? Whered you get that?

Oh. ErI read a story.

Hah! The first thing theyd do is ask for more wishes. Obviously.

The driver tapped the side of her head. Ryoka opened and closed her mouth.

But that would be against thenever mind. So this contract

The master writes it. And the Djinni agrees. Of course, the master must speak every line of the contract and we are only bound to the verbal language. Woe to one who leaves out an important line.

The female Djinnis eyes flashed. Fierre nodded.

I actually have a copy of a standard Djinni contract, Ryoka. Back in my office. Theyre long. You generally read for hours, and thats to have a personal servant. Few Djinni are bound with anything less. And most get jobs like

She nodded at the driver. Ryoka wrinkled her nose.

They dont make Djinni act as bodyguards?

Some do.

The Vampire and Djinni chorused. They looked at each other, sizing the other up. Fierre went on, shaking her head.

But its risky, giving Djinni powers to harm anyone. Id hate to imagine how long even a self-defense clause is. Most are given very binding clauses to, say; act as a servant until the masters death. Everything expires with the masters death. And even then, you have to make sure they dont poison, conspire, suck the air out of the room

Thats a classic.

The Djinni seemed to be enjoying the description of her roles. Ryoka nodded. Close to her understanding.

And Djinni are powerful. Notall powerful, though. Or theyd have ruled the world. But powerful.

It depends. Im betting this Djinni is strong. Isnt that right?

For answer, the Djinni grinned.

I am not allowed to tell you, Vampire. You may test me, if you wish.

Ryoka went silent. There wasnt much else to ask. Well, two things. Firstly

What happens if a Djinni is freed? Hasnt that happened, Fierre?

The Vampire girl went silent. Ryoka had thought it was a natural question to ask. But the Djinni began to laugh.

Her laughter was booming, and it came from inside the carriage and out. She laughed, and it was a mocking sound.

You are a strange guest, Human girl. A fool. I like that! Would that you had found my vessel. I would have been freed and you would have been dead.

She twisted in her seat. Ryoka looked at her. The Djinni driver was mocking, her look contemptuous. Some of Ryokas fascination turned to irritation.

Is that so? Youd kill me if I freed you?

The Djinni turned her head and spat something that fizzled and vanished before it hit the ground. She looked at Fierre, then Ryoka.

I am a prisoner, little girls. I am a slave. You may command me. But do not think your pathetic sympathy makes us friends. If you set me free, I would happily destroy both of you, Vampire and Human. I am bound to tell the truth. If you would like me to liewell, I would if you had found my bottle.

She grinned with all her teeth. Ryoka looked at her.

Why?

Because I could. Does it matter? Does the Oliphant walking on the plains think about the things it steps on?

The Djinni did not blink. She met Ryokas gaze until the City Runner looked away. Fierre nodded.

And thats why you dont free a Djinni, Ryoka. Why would you even think to do that?

I dont know. Perhaps because shes a slave.

Ryoka glanced back at Fierre, then the Djinni. For a second, something flickered across the Djinnis face. But it was gone. She turned, abruptly, and faced forwards.

Do you think we would be grateful? You have no idea how long I have lived, Human girl. If I killed a million of your kind, I would still be filled with vengeance. Not gratitude. You have no idea what I am.

She raised her arms, letting go of the reins, but the horses rode on, smoothly.

Masters come and die. But so long as the magic that binds me exists, my vessel holds me. I am slave. Does that answer your questions?

All but one.

Ryoka knew better than to push. But she might never meet this Djinni again. So she looked at the womans back.

What happened to the Jinn? The history books said they were half-Djinni, half mortal. Half flesh, half magic. What happened to them?

The Djinni fell silent. Fierre gave Ryoka an uneasy look. At last, the Djinni shrugged, slowly, but hiding a depth of emotion Ryoka couldnt guess at.

They died. And we were enslaved. They killed our little cousins and took the rest of us hostage. Now, few of us remain.

I see. Im sorry.

Ryoka feltempty. But it hadnt been her war. If the Djinni was old enough to rememberit was so old even she had little emotion left. But stillRyoka looked at her back.

There was nothing she could say to make the Djinni like her. She realized that too late. Unlike Fierre, or even Teriarch, Ryoka was speaking to a prisoner. But still.

Will you tell me your name?

The Djinnis head turned. And her gaze was more than annoyed.

I will if you order me to. But I have had enough of your worthless sympathy.

Her eyes had that timeless reproach, thatthat look of disdain for mortals, and it was directed full force at Ryoka. At Fierre, and the Vampire girl looked away because she had lived for two decades compared to the Djinnis eternities. Yet, for the first time, the Runner girl pushed back.

She held the Djinni womans gaze, refusing to look away. That surprised the woman. Ryoka spoke directly to her.

Thats all true, Miss Djinni. We dont know your suffering or your story. I didnt know your people existed on Izril until an hour ago. Butif you would like to give itof your own free willI would like to know your name.

Why?

The Djinni snapped, bewildered, eyes searching Ryokas face. The young woman replied.

I have met those who will live forever. Id like to speak your name to them. It probably wont change a thing. But theyll remember your name over mine.

For a moment, the driver searched Ryoka. Looking her up and down. Her eyes widened. Then she turned her head. They rode on in silence, and Ryoka feared that was her answer. She slid the panel closed, and sat back.

Then the Djinni spoke, from inside the carriage, though the panel remained shut.

Karsaeu-Dequoa. That is enough of my name for you.

Ryoka started. Fierre sat up. The Vampire girl gawked at Ryoka, and then fumbled for a quill. The Djinni went on, speaking to Ryoka, not Fierre. And her voice was soft for a moment.

Tell the visitors of winter we miss them.

The young woman stared at the panel. It openedand a single eye stared at her. Not the drivers body. Just an eye. Sitting in the darkness, round, looking at Ryoka.

And you can tell your other friend to stay away from Chandrar. That is our land. Someday, we will take it back.

The panel snapped shut. Ryoka sat there as Fierre stared at her. The Djinni saw it all.

After a while, Ryoka and Fierre found themselves sitting in silence, debating, quietly, how this would change Fierres life. Certainly, she needed an umbrella or fashionable parasol along with her clothing. And her parents would have to knowand they needed to plan for the Archmage of Izril.

They were on an adventure, after all. Fierre was the surprise guest, but Ryoka was just as nervous as her friend. This was her entrance into the big leagues. The only thing that stymied them was Ryokas growling stomach.

Damn. Want a sandwich, Fierre? Ive only got some travel food

Ryoka was offering a sandwich to Fierrewho was about to refuse with a wrinkled nosewhen something went pop.

The two stared at the fat plate of steaming duck breast. It had appeared out of nowhere. And it smelled heavenly. Ryokas jaw dropped. Fierre blinked.

I heard the Unmarked Coach had food. But

Excuse me. Do we get food?

If you want it.

The Djinni grumbled. Ryoka and Fierre looked at each other. Fierre hesitated.

Can you do blood?

None that youd like, Vampire. Mine food tastes and nourishes little. But ask. Ask, and I serve.

She sighed. Because she knew what was coming next. Fierre raised a hand.

Ill have a wine

Ryoka was more hesitant, but she had to ask.

Can you do aa lemonade?

Fierre and the Djinni looked at her. Ryoka hesitated. She just really missedlemonade. She would have killed someone for a soft drink.

It rolled on, the Unmarked Coach, as the two riders discovered the perks of riding. They could even ask for pillows, blanketsthe grumbling Djinni had to slow the fast pace of the coach to deal with her riders demands.

And then the Unmarked Coach stopped. Ryoka barely noticed as she and Fierre, laughing, toasted each other. She heard a voice, a reply, and then

The door to the coach opened. The grey-cloaked [Assassin] stepped into the carriage, saw the visitors, and walked over to a far seat and sat down.

Ryoka and Fierre stared, mid-toast. The [Assassin] checked himself, put down his longsword next to him, pulled down the covering on his face and sighed.

Ill have a fruit juice. Surprise me.

The dark blue drink appeared in front of him. He took it, sat back, nodded to them, and the coach moved on. The two new riders had forgotten one important thing:

It wasnt a private shuttle.

-

Now.

The Runner opened the real door to the Archmage of Izrils mansion after nearly half an hour of checking it for traps. And there werent any. On the front door. It was just exceptionally magically reinforced such that a [Siege Fireball] would have bounced off. Literally.

Oh, and one more thing. The Runner would have loved to know this, but the door had no doorknob on the other side. That wasnt magical, so they couldnt tell from looking.

The door swung shut behind them. The Runner cursed. But then they were in the Archmages abode. Close to the Archmage of Izrilbut oh, so far.

They had doneaverageso far. Average in that they survived the fake out mansion, which wasnt even the real test. Now, the real traps began.

Of course, the Runner knew they existed. But they were locked inside the exceptionally reinforced doorway and they had no choice but to continue. There were some traps that didnt lose their effectiveness even if you knew they existed.

And the Runner was good. They were quick-witted, resourceful, and had bought magical items to prepare for this challenge.

They survived the Room of Similarity because they had those items. The Runner fought, desperately, bashing their opponents to pieces by virtue of the small advantages theyd brought. Even sothey stumbled out of the room, bleeding, healing themselves, exhausted more mentally than anything else.

They inhaled three lungfuls of the soporific gas enchantment before they realized something was wrong. They had a countermeasure. But that was when the shadow familiars attacked. The Runner lost their belt and bag of holding in the sudden assault, just as planned. Now they were in trouble.

Average, so far

-

Then.

Ryoka and Fierre sat at the far end of the coach, staring. It was rude to stare. And alsorude to judge people by their appearance.

But in fairnessthat was an [Assassin]. He looked like it. You know, thatconcealing clothing thing? Also, the way one looked around, as if seeing people dead. A certain coldness of the expression?

Also, the multiple weapons he was carrying was a big clue. Ryoka knew he was an assassin. She had met Theofore. Although that was like comparing an ant to an Antinium.

This guy made her nervous. Fierre too. But also

Fierre stared at the [Assassin]. And she bit the edge of her cup. She lookedhungry. In a way she hadnt been for Ryoka or the driver.

Erso, FFanni. How long do you think well be to our destination?

The Vampire girl jumped. She gave Ryoka a look, and then smiled, hiding her teeth.

Oh, just a while longeractually, a day or two.

A day or t

Ryoka yelped. Fierre glared at her.

Were going far, Rmy friend. Even the fastest carriages take time. And this is almost nonstop.

Oh. I guess

Ryoka was too used to Magnolias carriage. And she had no sense of how fast the carriage was moving. She gingerly cracked open one of the shades and Fierre slapped her hand down.

Sorry!

The two young women were so studiously ignoring the [Assassin] in the corner that when he spoke, they nearly screamed.

First time on the Unmarked Coach?

He had taken the grey scarf around his mouth down. Ryoka spun.

Eryes! I mean

Nice to meet you.

He walked over, held out a hand. Ryoka and Fierre stared. The man smiled.

He had grey hair. He was actually in his late fifties! He was very spry, however, and he was very affable.

Im an [Assassin]. Assassins Guildon business.

Oh. UmIm Alelle. Alelle

The [Assassin]s lips moved in a smile. He cut Ryoka off.

We dont use names here. If that was yours, Id keep it to yourself. And dont worry. This is neutral ground.

Oh.

Ryoka relaxed, but only by a bit. The [Assassin] nodded at Fierre.

Pleasure to meet you too, Miss.

Er, charmed. Were sorry, this is our first time and we didnt know other people rode here.

The two found themselves sitting with the old [Assassin] and soon, Ryoka was chewing on grapes, provided by the Djinni who was completely silent with this new guest. The [Assassin] was only too happy to give the two new riders the lowdown.

Usually we keep to ourselves. Depends on the personality and group. Sometimes there arerivals. But no one fights. No names are given. Myself, I introduce myself to anyone I dont know.

Even us?

He smiled.

Especially you two. Anyone under thirty who can ride the Unmarked Coach might hire me. If you go through the Assassins Guild, you can mention me by appearanceor that I know you.

Oh. WellIm not into hiring [Assassins]

Of course not. Just bear me in mind.

The mans tone was polite. Ryoka wondered how many people had said that to him that ended up

He was disarming because he was so casual. They didnt talk names, but when Ryoka mentioned being surprised at the Unmarked Coachs existence, the [Assassin] sighed.

Its the kind of luxury anyone whos made it out of the Ranks longs for. My apologies. The Ranks are the expendable [Assassins] in our guild. Myself, I stopped riding around and using other vehicles the moment I became one of the Faces.

Oh. So youreergood? At your job?

I specialize inwires. Lets put it at that. If you have a problem with anyone moving around fast

He gave Ryokas bare feet a pointed look. The [Assassin] sat back as Ryoka gulped and smiled as he sipped from his goblet.

I wont talk business. Say, did you catch the latest battle between the King of Destruction and the King of Duels?

What?

The two were caught off-guard again. But the [Assassin] wanted to gossip aboutwell, the scrying orb stuff.

You saw the battle at Daquin? That was my introduction to this television business. Fascinating. I won fifty gold on that little Lizardgirlnot that I bet on her, but I bet it was going to be stealth, not force that beat Tulm the Mithril.

Fierre grinned. And so did Ryoka, after a moment. The man recommended they ask for dates from Chandrar, and he was very acquainted with the Unmarked Coachs capabilities.

Pillows make life easier. There used to be a bigger space, but they changed it. Too many people kept napping and missing their destinations. Some incentive for them to get out, you know. But ask for ice in your drinks

Ryoka didnt get drunk, precisely, on the magic wine, but maybe the tiniest bit tipsy. It really didnt fill you up much, but there was some sense that she was putting something into her. It made it great for feasting and even Fierre got in on the action.

Which was when the man with the hat and the two rough-looking [Gang Leaders] joined the [Trapmaster Assassin] in the coach.

Ryoka stared at the man with the hat, who doffed his cap to her and Fierre at once. He opened the door for one of the [Gang Leaders]; she snorted and pushed her way into the wagon.

Ale.

She spoke loudly and it appeared. The other [Gang Leader] sat opposite her and ordered a Gorgons Stare, which took a few seconds longer to appear. The Brother of Serendipitous Meetings had nothing at all.

Good evening to you.

The [Assassin] nodded. The Brother tipped his hat again, but kept it on as he produced a flask and poured it into a cupboth of which hed brought. He ate and drank nothing, while the two [Gang Leaders] had food.

Dead gods, but Im starving.

Well, this wont fill you up.

The other [Gang Leader] was cautioning his compatriot. She glared at him.

I know that. But if were rumbling with

They cast their glances sideways at the other riders. The female [Gang Leader] savagely bit into her fillet.

I want to be moving fast.

Of course.

Just have a bit of actual food, or youll run out of energy. Happened to me once. Ate and drank for three days straight and fell on my face when I got to my target.

That came from the [Assassin]. The female criminal nearly laughed her food out of her mouth. The [Assassin] introduced himself, but the others seemed to know who he was.

On a mission?

Cant say, wont say.

The others nodded. Fierre was explaining who the others were; she didnt know the [Gang Leaders], but they were probably the leaders of the city or town they occupied, perhaps from the same one if there were competing or allied factions. The man with the hat fascinated Ryoka when Fierre told her about him.

Hes a Brother of Serendipitous Meetings. Theyre a powerful group. All-male, dont do kidnapping, racketeeringthey have a code of honor. If they take off their hats, run.

Her voice was a bit too loud, and the Brother tipped his hat. Both young women froze, but he just smiled.

And we try to keep everything respectful, ladies. Not that were above mugging folks, but we keep it to those that have enough to spare.

First time on the Unmarked Coach?

Even the two [Gang Leaders] were cordial. It was surreal, but this really was a neutral ground. Ryoka nodded.

Did you see the battle between the King of Destruction and?

It seemed like people stayed on safe topics here. Soon, everyone was discussing the battle. The [Trapmaster Assassin] was sighing.

Poison would have done it. High-level warriors like thatif he had an antidote, it might have saved him, but either way, poison your blades.

Its the rapiers that do it. Nice, puncture hole in the heart? Too easy to fix. See, this is why I have this kind of weapon. Goes in and

The female [Gang Leader] showed around a serrated, long dagger. Ryoka shuddered, but the [Assassin] admired the work.

Where did you get that? And how much?

Separate enchantment. You know the fellow in Invrisil? The bastard with the missing tooth that replaced it with the blue one?

Oh, him. Sapphire tooth?

Right. Well, I got this blade via a contact in Pallass. Some master-[Smith] works once in a blue moon and made this; I bought it off a fellow who always puts in orders on the off-chance they get made.

It was a small world. Ryoka wondered if talking about the doorway in Invrisil was incredibly stupid, or just stupid. Butthat was when the male criminal spoke up.

Thats why were here, actually. Heard about them doors in Invrisil? Were thinking of uprooting and just going to Invrisil, even if theres those damned Reinhart servants. Were negotiating with some other gangs.

Best of luck. If youd like to wait a few days, my services are for offer

Hah! We can handle it. Thanks, though. Whats your specialty?

Wires.

Ooh. Very nice. What, do you use mithril? I hear you can make a wire out of that thats so fine

Tricks of the trade, sorry. But if youre looking for wires, I can put you in touch with a good, non-Guild artificer

It was a strange ride. But Ryoka found the male [Gang Leader] was actually a card player and he was introducing her to the world of magical cards. You actually said command words to activate some cards; there were more physical games that involved things like grabbing cards or money off the table than Earths version.

And some interesting cards that even did things like swap with a card in someone elses hand. Ryoka didnt see the same numbering system; it went up to thirteen. And there were a lot more face-cards, but she had to play a few rounds. Once she had gotten her practice in, she suggested they play a game far more familiar to her, with some of the magical cards.

Texas Holdem was in full play with everyone but the female [Gang Leader]who didnt gamble, ironicallywhen the door opened.

A woman in a very revealing dress walked in. She shook the mud off her feet, looked around, spotted the Brother of Serendipitous Meetings, and glared.

Fuck you.

Then she sat down and demanded a high-quality wine. That was a Sister of Chell.

They operate [Prostitutes], [Nightwalkers]and a lot of racketeering. Dont mess with them if youre male. Theyll cut your balls off. Lots of them are former escorts with combat classes.

The [Nightstalker] peered at Ryoka and Fierre. She watched as Ryoka won a round by using the teleporting card combined with a card that made the backs of Fierres hand turn transparent to give herself three 2s.

Whats that game?

New one. Wheres it from?

The [Gang Leader] turned to Ryoka. The City Runner sighed. She always did this. But this time she had a good, ready response.

Wistram.

Even their fucking cards are new. Hey, deal me in. More wine! You twore young. New?

Everyone could tell. Ryoka and Fierre introduced themselves. To their surprise, the Sister of Chell herself was friendlyto a point. She had an edge and she did not like the Brother, who simply tipped his cap to her.

If you two are in the right fields, give us a call. Say that Deara sent you if you do. We can always use new talent. Well look after you and its no place for young girls alone, especially with all the bastards about.

To their surprise, she looked at the [Assassin] instead of the Brother, and the [Trapmaster Assassin] just raised his hands. Ryoka and Fierre didnt know what to say to that.

Dont bully the new riders. Saydoes anyone know if theres someone selling Empahs Pollen about?

The [Gang Leader] backed up as half the coach, including Fierre, gave him a dark look.

Im not using it or selling it! Its for a friend.

Well, I know a guy. Talk to me. Hey, you, barefootexplain how the rules work again?

It was a strange, oddly fun ride. Ryoka played hands, won some gold before she lost it all to the Sister of Chell, but she found herself liking the odd riders. She dozed off, next to Fierre, fairly certain that theft wasnt allowed on the Unmarked Coach either. She saw Fierre licking her lips in her sleep quite a lot, but no one had made any comment.

Ryoka slept, somewhat uneasily given the other riders in the night as the two [Gang Leaders] left for their rendezvousright up until the Sister of Chell came back into the carriage after a stop with some garlic chips.

-

They were a precursor to actual fast-food in that someone had made the chips and then applied butter and garlic and a few other herbs for taste. None of that mattered however, because the Sister of Chell had bought the food for a snack.

And Fierre woke up screaming as soon as they came into the coach. She shouted, eyes and nose streaming, as the [Nightstalker], the [Assassin], and the Brother all jerked into combat-mode.

They had their weapons out in a second. A blade coated with dark liquid, a pair of brass knuckles, and a length of wire. Ryoka caught the whiff of garlic as Fierre writhed.

It hurts! It hurts!

Ryoka had seen a demonstration of people using pepper spray before. She had consideredoncegetting sprayed to see what it felt like, but even at her most reckless, she hadnt really wanted to try that.

It looked to her like Fierre had gotten a dose of thatfrom just the presence of the garlic. For a second, she was frozen, then she pointed.

Get rid of that!

What? What?

The Sister of Chell was confused. She stared at Fierre with clearly no idea what was happening. The [Assassin] on the other handhe looked at Fierre, and reached for the bag.

The Brother of Serendipitous Meetings was faster. He yanked the bag out of the Sisters hand, opened the door, and hurled the chips out.

Fierre stopped shouting. She dragged herself up, a face full of snot and tears. Ryoka looked at her, and then at the other people in the coach. Karsaeu was mad.

She uhshes really allergic.

That was the best Ryoka could come up with.

-

Im really sorry, really. Here. Have another chip. This garlic dont bother you?

A while later, the Sister of Chell was offering Fierre another garlic chip. It was a copy of the food shed brought inonly made by Karsaeu. Fierre took a nibble, shook her head.

No. Garlic is great! I wish I could eat it

Its magical food. Not real. I have shellfish all the time Im in here. I swell up something terrible if I eat the real thing.

The [Nightstalker] had been properly apologetic and accepted Fierres explanation at face value. She waved at the coach.

Lovely thing, Djinni, arent they?

The Brother and [Assassin] were getting ready for their stop, which was actually the same place. Ryoka glanced at the Sister.

You know about that?

Course. I want a Djinni myself, but they cost the earth. Even them weak ones.

The Sister had a nice grin. She waved at the carriage.

One who can make an entire place like this and make food appear out of her magic, well, thats something. Dont eat too many chips now, or she slows down. Takes too much of her.

Fierre stopped gobbling the garlic-flavored dishes, which she had hither-to never experienced in any fun capacity.

Takes too much magic?

Well, magic, her

The Sister of Chell saw the blank looks.

Djinni are like magic, right? No real bodies. Everything is them. If they makes lightning, its out of themselves when they throw it. This is that female Djinni. Tastes alright, doesnt it?

Ryoka choked on her food. Fierre tried to swallow and regurgitate at the same time. The [Assassin] grimaced.

Please stop bullying the new riders.

It wasnt really Karsaeu in the same way it was her flesh and blood. But it was real enough to put Ryoka off her feed the rest of the ride. Fierre too. It didnt feel right, even if the Djinni made her own magic and this was just her power; creating material out of magic. That was how Djinnis fought and the base of their power. Theirs was creation.

It also explained why the Brother had refused to order or eat anything. Ryoka now copied his example, much to the Sister of Chells amusement. This was, apparently, a form of twisted affection; she kept trying to trick the two of them into saying where they were from and where they were bound.

People came and went. And the Unmarked Coach travelled on. It stopped at one spot, on its winding journey to Ryoka and Fierres destinationone of the last stops because it was so remote.

The Brother and [Trapmaster Assassin] stopped at the same destination, or close enough that they were lumped together. The [Thug] tipped his hat to the [Assassin] as the coach rolled off.

Best of luck sir, if your target happens to be one as deserves it. If its an innocent sort, or a child or so on and so forth, I hope you wont mind if I wish blasted damnation and failure on you.

Not at all. Best of travels to you as well.

The older [Assassin] saw the Brother off with a nod. The two parted ways, the [Thug] heading for the city. The [Assassin] walked off towards the forest. He vanished out of sight and out of mind moments after leaving the coach.

He found two others among the trees. They had already set up camp. Two Faces of the Assassins Guild. Not full-timers like he was. But just as good.

Evening, Mire. How are the kids?

Good. Well, I say good, but my eldest is having trouble in his woodworking business.

Oh. Im sorry to hear that.

One of the [Assassins] was working with her alchemy draughts, keeping the smoke away from the other hooded figure with glittering eyes and a long blade. He just nodded at the [Trapmaster].

Unmarked Coach?

Thats right. I dont know how you two could stand to go on foot.

The man with the long blade, whom the other two [Assassins] sat far away from, grunted. They were on the same side, but standing in his range still made them instinctually nervous.

That Djinni makes me uneasy. Cant sleep.

Too expensive for me. I have to save up. Overhead is what it is, and the kids and pets need fundingwell, looks like we have time to wait for the others. Anyone see the duel?

That [Duelist]-[King] wasnt bad. But I could have done better.

The [Assassin] with the sword made the older [Trapmaster] sigh. There really were just universal gossip topics that everyone from the underworld to the monarchy liked talking about. But before he got into the discussion, he had to bring something up.

Hey Mire, guess what I met on my ride here?

A Named Adventurer? I dont know.

Nope. A Vampire.

Really?

The other two [Assassins] looked up. Mire corked a bubbling concoction.

Now thats interesting. Related to one of our own?

Nope. New. She had a strong reaction to even a bit of garlic.

Fascinating. You meet all kinds, dont you?

The [Assassin] settled back, stretching out to wait. There was no fire, but he was warm enough. He had a target, he knew the score. All that was left was waiting. He looked at the others.

Yup. So what are we having for dinner? Fancy playing cards to see who buys from the city? I learned a new game.

Sure. Why not?

Not shellfish. Im allergic to shellfish.

-

Now.

The Runner did better than projected. Statistically, most failed during the soporific gas corridor, the shadow familiars got them, or they lost to the Runemark Golems. But this Runner did well, despite losing their objects.

They ran. Fighting, cursingbut their end was what got almost all of the intruders. Only five had ever made it past the Chamber of Insanity, based on an Albezian trap style. And without artifacts, this Runners mental charm broke in front of the repeated glyphs.

The shadow familiars carried them, babbling, into one of the holding cells for the Archmage of Izril to investigate. And that was a death sentence because she hadnt investigated for oh, six years.

She sat there, and one of her fractured mental processes abandoned tracking the intruder. It rejoined the rest, allowing her to think at a lightly improved rate. She didnt think about the fate of the Human Courier with a touch of Lizardfolk blood in him.

Salamani the Mage Runner lay in the cell. Defeated by the mansion. He had prepared well. He had high levels, experienceeven then, he should have known better.

But Lady Ieka Imarris had offered such a high reward for getting to the Archmage before the young City Runner could. Shed massively inflated her previous reward to entice Salamani to accept. After all, she couldnt have Miss Griffin dying on a suicide mission. And if the Courier couldnt do itwhat hope had Ryoka?

So time passed by. Seconds, turned to minutes, as the spell wore off and Salamani found himself captured, with no food, no way outthe supplies for the shadow familiars had long run out so the Mage Runner saw the other cells, filled with people who had tried to wake the Archmage of Izril and failed. Those were just the ones who had been captured as well. Many left nothing to put into a cell.

And Salamani languished. Minutes became hours. Hours became days

Well, a day.

-

Later.

Ryoka Griffin disembarked from the little boat. Fierre was lying on the beach, oblivious to the rats nibbling at her cloak.

She wasntdead. Or rather, she was still the same Vampire. But not only had she been sunburned beyond belief despite it being evening and her carrying both parasol and heavy clothing, she had crossed the ocean.

It wasnt technically a river, and thus moving water which might pose a barrier to her. It turned out that Fierre just got really seasick.

You are the worst Vampire Ive ever met.

Shut up or Ill suck your blood.

The two stared off towards the mansion in the distance. Ryoka took a few deep breaths. Theyd spent three days in the Unmarked Coach, which had taken them here. Now, it was time to do this. Ryoka Griffin looked at Fierre.

You ready?

The Vampire girl made a sound. Fierre dragged herself upright, and her eyes glowed as the sun set. She had only gained in strength over the last three days; shed had to buy a lot of bloody meat to even feed herself. Nowshe crouched, baring her fangs. She looked at Ryoka.

Lets go wake the Archmage of Izril.

The two made their way towards the mansion set amid the overturned soil. Ryoka saw Fierre tossing something to one side. She hesitated.

Fierreare you?

What? Im hungry.

-

The ocean was vast. If you didnt know this, it was, in fact, vaster than your average lake. But there were lakes you couldnt even see across.

But an oceanwas vaster still. And if some people thought all bodies of water were the same, they had clearly never seen a large ocean or lake.

Some people couldnt even swim. Imagine that. Swimming was as easy as flapping your arms about, only it actually did something in the water.

Swimming in armor nowthat was harder. Very difficult, and depended on the type of armor you wore. But you could do it.

Even so, it took a special kind of crazy to do it with a helmet on. Yet, Ser Solstice was, to Talia Kallinad, all kinds of crazy.

He was a [Knight]. And he had sworn an oath never to reveal his face, along with his crusade against the Goblins. She respected that. There were crazier oaths to swear. For instance, she had participated in an ancient magical ritual that had sent her across the world to fight for a Knight of Summer who had given his life to try and slay the Spider of Terandria.

He had failed. And the failure still weighed on Talia. She was not strong enough. All of her levels, her fast growth despite her age that she was praised forfelt hollow.

But here was a [Knight] to look up to. He never stopped training. Now, the [Knight] climbed up the rope tossed to him over the side of the ship. He came over the railing, to the applause from the [Sailors].

Ser Solstice. Did you have to do that?

The [Knight] was holding a large, dead fish. A Quillfishone of the flocking fish of the sea, only grown so large its barbed projectiles had been like arrows.

I was hungry.

Rabbiteater couldnt have explained what made him dive into the water after the Quillfish himself. Perhapsjust a memory.

Erin Solstice had once served him the fish. When the waters rose, he remembered eating one. Killing this one, even in armor and the water, hadnt been hard.

Well, you are a mystery, Ser Solstice. Wont you join us for another duel? Im eager to repay you for my loss.

Sure.

The Hobgoblin was lost. Metaphorically, emotionally, spirituallyand geographically. He had wandered off, leaving his people behind after the battle.

All well and good. He had helped save Goblins. Even better. And hed even found a group of [Knights] he liked, who actually supported his oath of privacy. But at some point, hed lost track of himself.

Again, in more of geographical terms. The Goblin [Champion]-[Knight] stared over the bow of the ship. Yep. Water. All around.

He had no idea where he was. It had been so easy to go along with Talia.

Ser Solstice, lets go slay that Stone Golem!

Prithee, Ser Solstice, would you like to hunt [Bandits]?

Ser Solstice! Lets get on this ship!

In retrospect, that last one should have tipped him off. The Hobgoblin looked at Talia.

Where are we going, again?

Pheislant, Ser Solstice! Once again, thank you for agreeing to go with us!

Alcohol was a terrible thing. Rabbiteater regretted being introduced to it. He nodded slowly, grateful for the helmet. As he understood it, the [Knights] were returning home.

Am Iwelcome?

She laughed at him. It was sogoodto see a Human face doing that, not twisted with rage or hatred. That was why he hadnt been able to go.

I think our Grandmaster would love to meet such a valiant [Knight], Ser! And even if you stay with your orderwe are honored by your company. Goblins plague the world over, of course.

Right. They do. Cant get rid of them.

Talia nodded. Then she grew more sober as she leaned against the railing. Rabbiteater couldnt help but look at her, through his visor. They had been training every day. He was now a [Knight] in truth. Stronger. He had learned from the Order of Seasons, and was even trying this aura stuff. It sounded cool.

But TaliaRabbiteater had mixed feelings. Well, a few definite ones, but he wondered how far his armor and fake identity would take him. Part of him didnt care. He wanted to find out.

Like Talia, he was tired of being so weak.

Im grateful for your presence, Ser Solstice. Even if its one more bladewar is brewing with Ailendamus.

Mm. So? Its always war.

She chuckled, ruefully, and shook her head.

You Izrilians. We should take lessons from you. But in Terandria, we do not have an enemy like the Drakesor Humans?

She cast him a sideways glance. This was one of the few times she tried to figure Rabbiteater out and he shrugged. Talia went on after a second.

We will need every blade if Pheislant goes to war. Even if notI believe the Grandmaster will order some of us to war. Ailendamus grows too large. First the conflicts with Noelictus last year, now this. If you would turn around, Ser Solsticeno one would begrudge you.

Rabbiteater looked ahead. And he shook his head, slowly.

Nothing is left for me.

He hesitated. And clenched his hands inside of their gauntlets as he amended his statement.

Nothing I can protect. Not yet.

The [Summer Knight] smiled. And she looked forwards, shining in the evening light.

Well said. Then, to Terandria! You will be a guest at House Kallinad! I only regret we could not pick up my younger brother. But he is in Zeres. And by the time we get therewell, hopefully you shall master your aura, Ser Slayer.

I would like that.

It was a journey he doubted hed return from. But that was fine. Rabbiteater began plucking the Quillfish. Hed try cooking it, or ask the [Cook] to do so for some of the meat. And when he ate in his quarters, he would remember home.

Authors Note: Three days remain until the launch of The Last Tide, Part 1. I think this chapter is okay. I had little sleep and I might not for a few of these days.

Its hot. Air conditioning isproblematic for a little bit. Which I dont like. Blergh. And this chapter is short.

Because I plan to write another one tomorrow. Remember my birthday? Were doing that.

AGAIN.

Hear me out. Its not because I have less work or just the comic. Its because I have more work. And I need to take two weeks off, instead of one. Im fairly certain that will allow me to catch up on all the TWI-projects, among them getting Volume 3s e-book ready so I can publish it so it can be made into an audiobook!

But two weeks off, from the 15^th to the end of August is a long time. So for the next six days now, were going with a chapter a day. Usually around this length, a little shorter if need be! I hope that excuses two weeks off. Look forwards to daily streams and postings; Public readers will NOT get any of the chapters except at the regular times. Ill post the rest like theyre normal chapters, but youll get a chapter a day.

Look forwards to Tuesdays chapter. Thanks for /brack

Talia Kallinad by Cortz!

Djinni Driver by Brack!

Ryoka and Fierre by Victor Lamora!

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