The Wandering Inn

Book 2: Chapter 44

The continent of Izril had been changed by winter. The cold snows had buried the green hills and fauna, and turned the world white and cold. And just north of the famous High Passes and the climbable mountains, the world had grown desolate.

A large field had been covered by snow, and it was here the winds blew without mercy. Chilling gusts made the freezing temperatures even more dangerous for anyone caught outside without protection.

Flecks of snow fell from a forest in the distance and whirled into the air. They flew in the wind, icy daggers which melted and froze again on bare skin. The field was silent. It was a cold winter wonderland; a place untouched by any artificial dwellings or settlements.

But one figure moved through the static landscape. A Human girl stumbled and slowly pushed her way through the snow, dragging a large sleigh-like vehicle behind her. The cold air tried to bite into her clothes, and the haunting isolation would surely have driven any mortal person insane after a few days.

Because Erin had been outside for less than three hours, she was still in good spirits. And she wasnt exactly marching in weary silence. She was singing.

Because of my skeleton, I cant find my way home.

Thats why Im roaming!

Its so cold out here, I might freeze to death.

So I cant stop and rest!

Ba dum bum bump bum.

I think Im totally lost. My sleigh is covered in frost.

I uh, Im really, really cross.

Stupid Toren!

Erin wasnt feeling too bad at the moment. True, she was lost, abandoned by her skeleton, and she had no idea where she was, but she had a catchy tune in her head so she was focusing on that.

She had no niceties in her song like a proper melody, or a sense of rhythm; no accompaniment aside from the sound the sledge made as she dragged it through the snow. Everything was ad lib, which led to some interesting lyrics.

No matter where I go, everything seems the same!

I think Torens to blame?

I really want to eat, but all I have is honey and dead bees,

I wish I had someaaaaah! Wolves!

She spotted the first grey shape creeping towards her in the snow by chance; she turned her head and saw the wolf about thirteen feet away from her. Erin stopped singing and screamed as the wolf got up and howled. More wolves howled around Erin, and she realized her singingand the dead wolf Toren may or may not have killedhad attracted a pack.

Stay back! Stay back!

Erin screamed at the wolves as they began to circle her. Again, these were not Carn Wolves, but they were still big and scary to Erin, a girl who had only seen wolves in zoos and on National Geographic and Planet Earth.

And now here they were, larger than

One of them raced through the snow and leapt at Erin. She yelled, but didnt flinch away or try to protect her face. Instead she clenched her fist.

[Minotaur Punch]!

The fist caught the wolf in the stomach. The animal made a wheezing, grunting sound as Erin sent him tumbling into the snow with a punch. Another wolf leapt and Erin dodged and then kicked it in the face. She was wearing winter boots, and the wolf yelped and leapt back.

Take that!

She yelled at them and then scrambled so shed have her back to the sledge. The wolves charged again, but Erin was ready. Her heart was beating out of her chest, but this wasnt as bad as the undead. The wolves werent as dangerous as Gazi, or as numerous as Goblin

Erin slapped a wolf in the face and made it retreat. But they were scary, and they had teeth! Twice theyd bit into her clothing, but theyd missed her skin. She punched another one. It made the wolf collapse onto the ground for a second before it got up and sped away.

Yeah, thats right! You want a piece of this?

The young woman shouted and waved her arms to try and make herself look bigger. Scare them away. Make as much noise as possible. She saw the wolves hesitating and kept screaming. She wasnt going to die here, not to wolves.

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The wolf pack was hungry, which was why theyd decided to go after the two-legged creature that smelled so odd. Normally they avoided all such creatures and went after familiar prey, but the winter snows had been deeper than normal of late, and finding food had been more difficult than before. They had spotted a group of Corusdeer moving south earlier this week, but there hadnt been any stragglers to run down, and the deer were too dangerous for a wolf pack to take on unless they were desperate.

So theyd closed in on this Human, using stealth to approach her. But shed spotted one of their number so theyd attacked.

That had been a mistake. The creature was small, but it hit and struck the wolves like a falling tree. The adults couldnt bite her no matter how they leapt. And the female thing was refusing to run.

Was she prey? The wolves had thought so, but they were quickly changing their opinion. The creature was screaming and acting afraid, but she was strong, and she didnt smell afraid like a prey. And then Erin picked up a wolf that had jumped at her and threw it at the others.

That was too much for the wolves. They slunk back as she yelled and threw snow that smacked one of the young wolves in the face and considered their options. They might have stuck around at a distance, watching her and waiting to see if she faltered, but then they raised their noses and scented trouble in the air. The wolves turned and fled. They might be hungry, but even they werent willing to deal with this kind of trouble.

The strange two-legged creature stayed where she was, yelling and cheering. She didnt see the angry grizzly bear emerge from his cave until he was nearly on top of her.

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Oh my god! A bear! A bear!

Erin screamed as she pushed the sledge through the snow. She didnt know why shed brought it with her, but it hadnt occurred to her to just run.

It wouldnt have helped anyways. The bear was thundering through the snow, creating massive geysers as he roared and came at Erin. She screamed again.

Stay back! Stay back! STAY BACK!

She used her [Loud Voice] skill by accident. The bear hesitated as Erin raised her fists in desperation. He averted his charge and ran sideways before stopping and staring at Erin. She stared at him.

The bear was angryshed probably woken it from hibernation. Erin might not have ever encountered wolves, but she knew about bears. Michigan had bears and she knewwhat was it?

Dont leave food out, dont get between a bear and her cubsstay calm if you see a bear at a distancebut what about an attacking, angry bear?

Erin didnt know, but the bear was getting mad again. He tried to charge. Erin screamed at him.

GO AWAY.

This time the bear clearly reacted to her voice. He shied away and Erin realized he didnt like the sound.

Dont like that? How about this?

She took a deep breath, and then Erin let loose.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Three hundred meters away, a [Hunter] lowered his bow and looked up. The bird hed been stalking took wingas did every bird in the forest. They flew up into the air in a panic and he took aim and loosed his arrow. He missed. The [Hunter] cursed, and then looked around.

What in the name of Dragons is that sound?

It sounded like someone screaming, incredibly loud and from far away. The man with the bowJerad Rielshesitated, but then he ran through the forest, heedless of the snow that crunched beneath his boots. He was normally as stealthy as possible to avoid alerting his quarry or dangerous predators, but that sound was drowning everything else out.

He ran out of the forest and saw a bear. Jerad knew this bear. It was an aggressive male that hed stayed well away from while it was hibernating in its cave. Right now, the bear was loping back to his cave as fast as he could. He was running, yes, running froma girl?

Jerad squinted. He didnt have a Skill that enhanced his vision, but his eyesight had always been good. His eyes widened as he saw the young woman standing in front of some kind of sleigh. She had no horse, but perhaps the animal had bolted. The girl was the source of the unbearably loud screaming.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAoh hi there!

The older man rubbed at his ears, which were ringing. The young woman smiled at him. She was wearing winter clothing, and her sleigh looked like it had been cobbled together in a hurry. There were several jars in the back, and Jerads eyes widened when he saw one jar was full of deadly Ashfire Bees.

Oh hey. Im lost. My skeleton ran off. Can you help me?

Jerad looked at Erin.

What?

I said my skeleton ran off.

His ears were still ringing. Jerad rubbed at them. He could have sworn shed said something about a skeleton?

What did you say?

What?

What?

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About two miles to the southwest, the Goblins paused when they heard the faint scream which cut off after a few minutes. Their sensitive ears twitched and they looked at each other, but they moved on when their Hobgoblin leader grunted irritably.

They were thirteen Goblins in all, and not your ordinary group of Goblins either. Each one was over Level 10 in a combat-oriented class, and they all wore armor and carried swords that were neither rusty nor broken. They were part of the Red Fang tribe, and they were on a mission to kill.

The twelve Goblins and one Hobgoblin that marched through the snow had only one task: kill the [Innkeeper]. Kill the girl and do not tell the Chieftain. Each one of them had been told this by Garen Redfang himself in secret, and so they moved tirelessly through the snow, alert for any signs of this Human.

After a while, the Goblins halted for a quick break. They sniffed the air, studied tracks in the snow. Then they looked at each other. None of them spoke, but they were all thinking the same thing:

Which [Innkeeper]? Which girl? What did she look like? Where was she? Was she strong? Did she taste good?

After a moment the Hobgoblin scratched at his back and pointed in a random direction. The Goblins headed that way. Garen had told them the girl went north, but none of them had any tracking class, so theyd lost the tracks the sledge had made in the snow nearly an hour ago.

The Goblins marched on. They were a dangerous band, armed to the teeth. On a mission.

After theyd walked for four more hours in an aimless circle, it occurred to one of the Goblins that the scream and the girl might be connected. They hastened back to the location of the screamer, but by that time whoever had made the sound was long gone.

The Goblins shrugged and kept on looking. Garen Redfang may have picked some of his best warriors, but none of them were exactly bright. Even by Goblin standards.

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It was a longstanding practice among Drakes to make fun of Human [Guardsmen] and the local law enforcement in Human cities. One popular Drake joke revolved around comparing Human city militias and guardsmen to ineffectual shaved Gnolls a joke that fares poorly in translation and is considered extremely offensive to both Humans and Gnolls.

However, it was a universally accepted fact that if you wanted to get rid of a monster or apprehend a criminal in a Human city, you should hire an adventurer. While the local watch might be capable of apprehending common thieves, the difference in the quality of soldiers employed by Drakes and Humans was vast.

In Drake cities such as Liscor, a [Guardsman] was a prestigious job that afforded excellent pay and required an equally high level of competence. In a Human settlement however, those who possessed high levels invariably became mercenaries, adventurers, or personal guards. Thus, gate guards in cities like Celum were usually bored and not inclined to seek out conflict in most cases, their work usually being to break up bar fights and prevent thefts and muggings rather than fend off monster attacks.

But they still did their jobs, and all guardsmen loved anything interesting, which was why they stopped the young woman who was trying to push a sleigh into their city.

Excuse me Miss, but you cant bring that through the gates.

Erin brushed aside her hair and wiped away some sweat from her brow. Despite it still being cold, she was hot from her exertions. Shed pushed the sledge for miles down the road after the nice [Hunter] had helped her get to it.

Aw. I cant?

You have no horse, and that thing looks like itd get stuck on the cobblestones.

They were probably right. Erin sighed and looked around. She was surprised by everything. For one thing, this city had low walls. They were only about twenty feet tall, and the town had a steady flow of traffic. And everyone was a Human!

Erin had had areaction when shed started meeting people on the road. Shed gone around shaking hands and saying hi. Everyone had looked at her as if she was crazy, especially when she told them she was travelling alone. She hadnt even mentioned her missing skeleton; it didnt seem wise to mention that bit.

There was a nice spot of open snow just to the left of the gate. Erin pointed to that.

Can I leave my sledge there?

The guardsmen exchanged glances and shrugged. Erin pushed the sledge over and wiped at her brow again. Now that she wasnt in the drivers seat she felt a little guilty about making Toren pull the sledge everywhere. But why had he just run off? Erin didnt like to suspect the worst but

She suspected the worst. Toren had run off, likea stray dog? A stray undead dog with armor and a sword and eyes that cast a fear spell. She was a tiny bit worried, but right now she needed to get back home.

You wouldnt happen to know how far we are from Liscor, would you?

The [Guardsman] stared at Erin as she carried the three big jars with her. She had to use her blanket as a sack, and the jars clinked together. She really hoped they wouldnt break.

Liscor? Are you a [Trader] from there?

What? No. Im an [Innkeeper] and Im lost.

He stared at her. He had a fuzzy mustache that wasnt quite deserving of the name and brown hair. He looked cold in his armor. He was also giving Erin a look of deep skepticism. Erin blinked at him.

What? I am. I got lost.

Liscor is over a hundred miles south of here. How did you travel this far without knowing that?

What? A hundred miles!?

Erin clapped her hands to her head. How would she get back? She wasnt going to walk that far! And she didnt have Toren!

The guardsman stared at Erin as she groaned out loud. Then his eyes shifted to her makeshift bag with the clinking jars. They were clearly heavy as they strained against the fabric.

Whats in the jars?

What, this? Honey and, uh, honey-related stuff.

The fuzzy-lipped man frowned.

Ill have to inspect the jars. Theres a trade fee if you bring goods into the city.

Aw. Really?

By this point, the other guardsman at the gate had taken over waving people in to the city. Erin was a sideshow attraction that people stared at as they went through. She sighed as the guardsman nodded.

Reluctantly, she reached into the satchel and carefully pulled out the jar of honey. Everyone looked around and stared at the golden substance. Fuzzylips jaw dropped.

Is thatwhere did you get that?

Uh? From a bee hive? You know, bees?

One of the armed guards following a caravan burst out laughing. Fuzzylips glared at her as she walked through the gates and then stared hard at Erin. But she just gave him a round-eyed look of innocence. He sighed, cheeks red.

Are all these jars honey? Theres a tax on themyoull have to pay quite a few silvers.

Erins face fell. She reached into the sack and slowly pulled out the jar of dead bees.

Do these count?

The guardsman had glanced sideways to flip off his chortling comrade at the gate. He looked back to see an Ashfire Bee the size of his face crushed against the walls of the glass jar.

He screamed and felt backwards, grabbing for his sword. The other guardsman recoiled, and then laughed harder when he saw the jar.

How did you get those?

I caught them. Sort of.

It was hard to explain if she didnt mention Toren, and even harder if she did. In the end, Erin just gave up.

Look, Ive got bees. And honey! And I need a way to get back to Liscor. Socan I go in and buy a horse or something?

Fuzzy-lips didnt look like he was having a good day. He was breathing hard, and hed told Erin to put the bee jar back in her satchel. He cleared his throat a few times.

I suppose you could buy into a caravan or a horse. But a caravans slow and a decent horse would cost you at least thirty gold pieces. I doubt youd make much headway with all this snow weve had in any case. Even with yoursleigh.

Erins face fell. She scratched at her head. She had some money, but she really didnt want a horse, mainly because she couldnt ride one and she had no idea how to make one go. First things first.

Okay. Um, can I go in the city now?

Youll have to pay an import tax. Bring the jars over here, please.

Fuzzylips led Erin over to a small stand located in the gatehouse. To her surprise, she saw they had a bunch of balance scales, crude measuring devicesthey were going through a merchants wagon item by item, and another guardsman was tapping on parts of the wagon as if he was looking for hidden compartments.

They had to use a big scale for her jars. Erin caused quite a fuss when she took the honey out againand Fuzzylips got to work weighing the jar. He used colored stones to balance the scale and he muttered to himself as he measured the jar with a knotted rope.

Then he told Erin to place the bee-filled jar on the scale. She did so, ignoring the gasps. Fuzzylips measured the jar fast, and he freaked out when one of the bees twitched inside the glass.

Theyre alive!?

Erin poked at the bee curiously. It was waving its feelers at her.

Weird. I know I sealed the jar, but I guess theyve still got a bit of air left in there. Huh. Its been like, ten hours since then. I had a long nap.

The poor guardsman measured the jar fast without touching the glass. When he was done he scribbled on a piece of paper and told Erin how much it would cost to take the jars into the city.

Four silver for each jar of honey and seven for the jar of

Fuzzylips shuddered.

Bees.

Thats a lot of money! And why are the bees more expensive than the honey?

Youll get more for them from any merchant, I expect. And the [Alchemists] pay a mint for monster parts.

They do? Hmm

Shed probably need some money to get back. More than she had, anyways. Erin fished around in her pockets.

Wheres my money pouch? Uh oh. Did I bring it with me?

Fuzzylips stared at her with a pained expression as Erin checked the many pockets of her layers of clothing.

Coins? Coins, coinsaha!

She pulled out her coin pouch and triumphantly spilled some coins into her hands. Again, the guardsmens eyes bulged as they saw the gold coins that Erin had earned from her successful days of innkeeping.

How many silver coins is? Oh wait, I give you one. Here!

Erin handed a gold coin to Fuzzylips. He took it, staring as she tucked the rest into her pouch. He had to test the coin by scoring it with a dagger to make sure it was real. The gold attracted not a few eyes, and the [Guardsman] had to fumble with his own purse to make change for her.

Here you are. And here is your signed proof of entry. Present it if youre questioned.

Erin had to fumble with the stamped piece of paper. She smiled at the guardsman.

Thanks! Can you tell me where I can find an [Alchemist]?

Go down the main street and take a left when you see the Adventurers Guild. There are a lot of shops down that street.

Thank you!

Ah, before you go

Fuzzylips coughed, and Erin turned back. He and some of the other guardsmensome of whom werent actually menwere staring at Erin.

You said you came from Liscor? And youre an [Innkeeper]?

Thats right!

Butonly Drakes and Gnolls live down there. I heard a dungeon was found earlierare you an adventurer was well?

Erin frowned.

NoI have an inn. Its called, The Wandering Inn.

Ah. Because it wanders magically?

No. Its, well, its sort of a joke. And I found the inn by chance when I waswandering. See?

Erin tried to explain. In the end, she gave up.

Anyways, I run it, but I went out for a uh, ride, and I got lost. So I ended up here and now Ive got to get back. With a horse or something.

I see?

Yeah! Well, anyways, thanks for all the help!

Erin smiled at them. She waved and walked out of the gatehouse. The [Guardsmen] and two [Guardswomen] looked at each other. Fuzzylips scratched at his weak mustache.

Whats the joke?

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Celum was amazing. It looked like a real medieval town, with tons of rumbling wagons and people who dressed in rough clothing and other people hawking their goods. True, Liscor had some of the same elements, but Drakes and Gnolls were different and Liscor didnt get nearly as many visitors. Erin walked through the streets looking around in awe.

Wow. And theyre all Human!

That was something she could only be amazed by in this world. But yet, everyone who walked by Erin was Human, andwhite. They all had variations of fair skin, and a lot of them looked European. Erin found that slightly odd, but she was already wondering if she could wait here for a day before returning to her inn.

It had been so longshe just wanted to talk with some other people. But the glass jars were heavy and they kept threatening to fall out of her blanket-satchel. So Erin resolved to sell them first. She could probably sell the honey to a bunch of places, but the bees had to go to an [Alchemist].

What had Fuzzylips said? Something about left at the Adventurers Guild? Erin frowned. She tried to make her way through the flow of traffic, but she hadnt gone more than eight steps before she ran into an issue.

Namely, traffic. In Liscor she hadnt experienced many problems, but even the main road of Celum had a lot of congestion due to all the foot traffic and the wagons that were constantly moving by. No one wanted their feet crushed by a wagon wheel, and the horses themselves were not keen to have to push through people. All this meant that Erin soon found herself jostled and moving very slowly.

She was worried the glass jars would fall out of her satchel. Erin frowned and wondered if she should try to find another way through the streets before someone yanked at her shirt.

Hey Miss, I can take you to an [Alchemist]!

Erin looked down and saw a gap-toothed grin and a young boy smiling up at her. She smiled back.

Hi there! Who are you?

The young boy couldnt have been more than thirteen. He was scrawny for his age though, and he looked underfed. But he gave her such a charming smile that Erin immediately liked him.

Im Grev, Miss. And you need to get to an [Alchemist] to sell them bees, am I right?

How do you know Ive got bees?

Erin was surprised, but the boy just shrugged.

I wait at the gatehouse. Im a local guide; I can take you where you need to go without having to wait for all this traffic!

That did sound good. Erin looked at the milling peopleand at the heavy wagons and pooping horsesand smiled at Grev.

Well, if you know the way I guess I can pay you something. Like a silver coin?

Id do it for half, but if youre offering

Grevs mouth fell open as Erin put a silver coin in his hand. He stared up at her, and Erin gave him a smile.

Lead on! And can you show me around afterwards? Ive never been to Celum.

Her genuine enthusiasm and trust nearly made the boy reconsider. But then he put his [Fake Smile] back on his face and pointed down another street.

Sure thing! This way, Miss. I know a short cut.

Erin happily walked after Grev. She walked down some side streets off the main street, looking around happily. Her smile was wide, and it only faded a bit when she had to go down an alleyway. When she saw the three men in dark clothing her smile was faded, but still hanging on determinedly to her face. When they unsheathed their swords and daggers she lost the smile.

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Hey, wait a second. You tricked me!

Erin glared at Grev, but the boy dashed away from her and ducked past one of the men. He held out a hand and the man dropped a few silver coins into it. He stopped and hesitated though, looking back at Erin. He spoke to the man with the sword.

Dont hurt her! Shes got the money in a pouch.

The cloaked and hooded man cursed and struck at Grev.

Beat it, brat.

Grev fled, casting one glance back at Erin. She stared at the mentwo in front and one behind as they slowly advanced on her. She wasnt sure if she should be scared or not, but Erin was decidedly unhappy at the moment. She glared at the men as she protectively shifted the glass jars at her side. The clamped lid of the bee jar brushed against her finger as she considered her options. Shed left the frying pan in the sledge, and they had weapons. What should she do?

Hand over your coin and them jars and we wont hurt you.

The lead man was the one with the sword. Erin eyed it as he grinned at her, exposing bad teeth. He had a low, raspy voice, although it sounded like he was doing it on purpose. The man next to him was shorter, and he was smiling unpleasantly as he eyed Erin in a way she really didnt like.

Scream and this will be quick. But if you dont move, this wont hurtmuch.

Erin looked over her shoulder. The other man was approaching as well. They werent afraid of her.

No. Go away and I wont hurt you.

The muggers laughed. The lead man stepped forwards.

Dont make this h

Erin punched him. Shed found she didnt have to yell to use her Skills, but it felt good.

[Minotaur Punch]!

Her fist caught the man by surprise. Erin felt something crunch horribly as she struck him in the nose, and he dropped to the ground, screaming. The other man blinked, but he slashed at Erin.

Aah!

She stepped back and he missed her by inches. Calruz had taught her how to fight against someone with a weapon though, so she let him swing again and then kicked him in the groin. He cursed and Erin punched him in the face. His head snapped back and he fell back.

A huge arm encircled Erins throat. She gasped and kicked, but the third man lifted her up, trying to strangle her. Erin grabbed at his arm desperately. He had thick muscles, and she was already feeling the need to breathe. She saw him raising the dagger in his other hand.

Desperately, Erin grabbed at the muggers hand. He was strongstronger than her even with [Lesser Strength], if not by much. But she couldnt break his grip from this angle. She caught at his hand, and then felt his thumb. Erin grabbed it and bent it back until it broke.

He screamed and let go. Erin gasped for air, and then ducked away as he cut at her. She kicked him in the stomach and twisted left as he tried to stab her in the stomach.

It was just like when Calruz had had her fight Toren. It was dangerous and deadlybut Erin could fight! She could do it! She just didnt like to.

She stomped on the mans foot and punched him in the throat when he shouted in pain. He made a gurgling sound and folded up.

You whore.

The man with a sword was getting up. His nose was squashed and he had a nasal tone to his voice now, but there was murder in his eyes. Erin slowly backed up, and her foot touched the glass jar full of bees as the man advanced down the alleyway, sword raised.

Im gunna cut you.

No youre not.

Erin reached down and opened the jar lid. The man stopped and stared at the jars suspiciously. He reached into his side and pulled out a dagger.

Dont try it.

Oh yeah? Go away and I wont have to hurt you.

Erin clutched the thing in her hand as she crouched by the jars. The man hesitated.

Ill

Bee in the face!

Erin threw the dead bee at the mans face as she dove out of the way. He threw the dagger, but it missed as Erin rolled and smacked into the alley wall. And then the mugger screamed as Erins [Unerring Throw] presented him with a bee at intimate proximity to his face.

Take this!

Erin ran over to the man just as he tore the dead bee off of him. She punched him in the chest and felt something go crack. He dropped the sword, and she punched him in the face. He fell down and didnt get back up.

Breathing heavily, Erin staggered backwards, and stared at the three muggers. They were down and she was alive. Yeah. Alive.

Something burned. Erin looked at her arm and saw a deep cut she didnt remember receiving. And her side was hurting too. Something had cut her there too! But she wasnt hurt besides that.

Oh wow. Oh no. Oh

Erin had to sit down for a second. The dead bee was lying on the ground, so Erin tossed it back in the jar and sealed the lid. Some of the bees were moving in reaction to the air. She stared at one of the men as he bled from his crushed nose and tried to breathe.

Shed never been attacked in Michigan. Shed never even really been in a fight. Of course, here shed fought undead and monsters quite a lot so she hadnt been terrified, but stillthere was something scary about people trying to hurt her.

Erin sighed and stood up. She walked over to her jars and heard a gasp. She whirled around and saw a small shape stand up and dart towards the alleyway entrance.

Hey! You! Dont move or Ill shoot! I mean, throw!

Grev froze mid-step, and Erin lowered the glass jar in her hands. She stared at the young boy.

You! Hey, come here you little jerk!

Slowly, the young boy turned and walked towards Erin. His face was nearly white and he was trembling.

I didnt mean to do it! They forced me to, I swear! They were gonna kill my sister if I didnt, miss!

What? Thats so terwhy were they giving you money, then?

Erin frowned at Grev. He turned a shade whiter.

IIplease dont kill me!

The young woman thought about everything for a second. She considered the day shed hadmost of which shed slept through, Torens betrayal, her entrance to the city and near-death or horrible mugging and worse experience and Grevs part in all of it. She nodded to herself and clenched her fist.

Take this!

Grev screamed. Erin punched him on the head, hard, but without using her full strength. He yelped, and tried to scramble away. Erin caught him by his dirty shirt and he screamed in fear as he tried to shield his face.

Please

Im not going to hurt you any more.

Grevs face instantly brightened.

Youre not?

Erin tried to make her face scary. She stared at Grev, trying to look menacing.

I wont if you do something for me.

W-what?

Erin pointed to the unconscious muggers. One of them was groaning, and she wondered if she should kick them or sit on them or something. At the very least she should pick up all the weapons theyd dropped.

Youre going to get me the Watch, and Im going to sit here.

Grev nodded eagerly. Erin almost let him go, but she had a thought. He was probably just going to run away, wasnt he? She looked at the jars on the ground and had an idea. Grevs white face turned even most ghost-like as she lifted one of the dead bees and showed him it.

Youre going to get the Watch, understand? If you dont, Im going to take this bee and shove it

Erin hesitated. She eyed the horrible dead bug and Grevs pale face.

Somewhere horrible! Go! Run!

He ran as if the bees were chasing him. Erin stared down at the bee. Now that she thought about it, they were really useful. Then one of the bees tried to crawl out of the jar and Erin slammed the lid shut, cutting off two of its legs.

Oops. Sorry!

-

Fuzzylips looked like he was trying to tug his budding mustache off his face. He had an incredulous look on his face that Erin was unfairly beginning to associate with his character in general. It seemed to pop up any time she explained something.

So, you took down three muggers one of whom was a former Bronze-rank Adventurer with your bare hands.

Erin nodded. She watched with interest as the squad of guardsmen forced the groaning men up and subdued any protest with brisk, efficient blows to soft spots.

But you dont have any combat classes except ah, two levels in [Warrior].

Grev was shaking in the street. One of the guardswomen had an eye on him, and he looked afraid as he stared at Erin. What were they going to do with him? She nodded vaguely.

Ive got some Skills, though.

I see. And you beat them all without any injuries?

Well, I had a few but the healing potion cleared them up.

Fuzzylips cleared his throat again.

I see. Well ah, Miss Solstice

Call me Erin!

She beamed at him. Fuzzylips turned a bit red.

UmErin. Well, Im sorry you had to meet the worst folk in our city so soon. But youve done everyone a service, taking these men down. Id like to present you with their gear, although we will of course be confiscating their weapons and armor. But I can give you some coin and the items they had on them.

He offered Erin a small pouch hed added two silver coins and four copper ones to, and three bottles of what Erin assumed were healing potions. She eyed them, confused.

So youre giving me their stuff? Because I beat them up?

Fuzzylips nodded. Erin thought about that.

Okay.

Well then, well let you be on your way. I believe I will escort you to the [Alchemist] myself, in case of otherattacks. As for you

He turned and Grev made a run for it. He got two steps before the woman in armor grabbed him and roughly dragged him back. His face was a mask of terror.

Well see if your folks can pay the fine for your crimes. If not, itll be lashes, boy.

What?

Erin spoke up as Grev went white and began to cry. Fuzzylips looked at her.

Pardon, Miss Erin, but its the only way to deal with his kind.

I already hit him. Isnt that enough punishment?

She felt guilty saying that, but Fuzzylips hesitated.

He deserves a whipping, Miss. Theres no telling how many folks he caused to get murdered or robbed.

Right. Wellumwell, what if I said I forgave him?

Both guardspeople looked at Erin. She was staring at Grev. He was looking at her as if she was his last hope. He squeezed his eyes and more tears fell. She wasnt sure if he had really learned his lesson, but she didnt want him to be lashed.

If you want to drop charges

Fuzzylips muttered with his companion and turned back to Erin.

Are you sure? Hes just as guilty as those other men, mark my words.

Well, if he does it again Ill shove a bI wont forgive him. Hows that?

Erin crossed her arms and tried to look imposing. Fuzzylips and the guardswoman looked skeptical, but he nodded at last.

Well, boy, looks like youre getting off easy thanks to Miss Erin.

Grev looked relieved, but he went pale again as Fuzzylips put his hand on his sword.

Mark me, though. I know your face, and if we catch wind youre thieving or committing any more crimesit wont be lashes next time. Well cast you out of the city. Understand?

The boys face went pale again. He stuttered.

Y-yes.

Then beat it.

Grev fled, staring back once at Erin. She watched him go, and felt like she should wave. He was a bad kid, but he was still just a kid. Whod tried to get her killed, true.

After a moment, Fuzzylips cleared his throat.

Who might you be wanting to see, Miss Erin? I know three reputable [Alchemists] in the citydo you have a preference or name?

Erin scratched her head.

Uh, how about the one whos most likely to buy a jar of bees? I mean, do they even need bees?

The stitch-girl might.

The guardswoman muttered to Fuzzylips, and he made a face.

Thats true. That loonll buyyou want Octavia, MiErin.

Cool. Do you know the way?

Ill take you there. Its only a few minutes walk.

Really? Thank you!

Erin began to walk with the man, and then she paused and turned back to the other guardsmen. She smiled at them, deliberately ignoring the way they were kicking the guy with the sword in the stomach.

Thanks for all the help!

The guardspeople looked up, surprised, and the man on the ground spat out some blood and said a word that was muffled as he received another kick. Everyone watched as Erin walked off with the guardsman. Then the members of the Celums City Watch gathered together for some discussion as the three muggers were hauled off.

An [Innkeeper] took down three men in an ambush? Are you sure thats what she said?

Positive. And shes from Liscor? If thats what the [Innkeepers] are like there, what kind of crime do they have in Drake cities?

The Wandering Inn? I still dont get the joke.

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It was a pleasant walk, not being mugged or horribly attacked while Fuzzylips led her down the city streets. They even made better time; the [Guardsman] wasnt afraid to shout to make people move aside, and by the time they got to the small street with the boarded-up windows, theyd had quite a nice chat.

So you guys have never been to Liscor? Really?

Fuzzylips coughed as he stopped in front of the shop. Erin looked up and read the sign.

Stitchworks. Potions, tonics, herbs.

That was a cool name, Erin decided. She didnt know how it applied to [Alchemy], but maybe alchemists made magical string? Shed have to ask.

The man next to her coughed, and Erin looked over and listened attentively. He was quite a nice guy once you got to know him, even if he was terrified of bugs and okay with hitting kids.

Im not much of a traveler, to tell the truth. And even merchants rarely go that far south. Its not profitable, dealing with non-humans. I suppose ten years back we did more business, but that was before the Second Antinium War with the Necromancer and they opened their gates to those bugs.

He shuddered. Fuzzylipswhose name was actually Weslehad a deep hatred towards the Antinium shared by most humans. She made no comment, but smiled again as she looked at the [Alchemist]s shop. Some horrible odor was wafting from the inside.

Well, thanks for taking me here FuzzWesle.

He turned red again and furiously stroked his mustache.

It was my pleasure, Miss Erin. And if you ever need help, Im sure Id be happy to help.

Erin nodded and smiled again before she pushed open the door to the shop. She cautiously walked into the dark room, expecting a mad scientists laboratory.

She was not disappointed. There was a bit more utility and a bit less insanity in some of the glass devices sitting on counters Ryoka would have recognized medieval versions of Bunsen burners and test tubes but the glowing liquids on shelves, ingredients hanging from hooks and general dim lighting offset only by the magical glow of potions still made Erin want to pee a bit. With nerve and excitement.

The only thing missing was this Octavia, who Fuzzylips didnt seem to like that much. Hed called her a skinflint and insane, which seemed harsh.

Hello? Is anyone here?

Erin cautiously stepped into the shop. It was eerily quiet. Where was the shopkeeper, the alchemist? Was she out? If so, why was the door unl

A dark brown face and a braided ponytail appeared in Erins plane of vision. Octavia popped up from the counter holding a piece of plant matter in her hands. To Erin, it looked as if the girl had appeared out of nowhere.

Welcome to Stitchworks!

Erin screamed.

Gyaaaaaaa

Are those Ashfire Bees?

Erin blinked and cut off mid-scream as the jar full of bees was lifted out of her hands. Octavia held up the jar, breathing on the glass and wiping it clean.

Lets seesoldier bees, and worker beesall intact as well! And alive? How did you getno, I can make use of these

Erin blinked a few times at the dark-skinned girl. Her mind was still playing catch-up trying to interpret what Octavia had just said. The other girl was speaking really fast.

You said theyre Ashfire Bees? Why do people call them that?

Octavia bustled around Erin and placed the jar on a big scale. She kept speaking as she did, and as Erin stared at her back and the shock of meeting her wore off, she noticed Octavias odd stitch-marks around each shoulder and her neck, accentuated by her sleeveless shirt.

Hmmlets see. Thats not a bad quantity at all. And theyre large bees, too; intact. Yes, I can give you a great deal. Lets say I give you five gold coins for the jar, and Ill toss in two of my custom-made stamina potions. Its a great deal and Ill throw in a 15% discount on any purchases you make. What do you say? Plus, I can give you a great deal on the honey!

Erin blinked at her. She raised a hand.

Um. I dont need potions.

Are you sure? If youre not into stamina potions, why not a healing potion? Everyone needs a healing potion, even if youve got the safest job in the world. I tell you whatIve got some low-strength potions right here, perfect the occasional scrape or bruise. Ill trade them to youlets say half-weight of this jar? Youll make back the market value of your bees or even double or triple the worth with a little bit of legwork in the market, easy.

Erin hesitated again. Part of her wanted to say yes, but she wasnt even really sure what shed been offered.

That does sound good. But no thanks. Why are they called Ashfire Bees?

A tough customer, huh?

Octavia didnt seem to be fully engaging with Erin. She spoke even faster as she pulled some potions off the shelves.

Im not fully liquid in terms of finance, but how about some of my latest inventions? I call these pepper potions. A few drops in the eye and your enemies will go blind. Theyre going to be a bestseller I can tell, and Ill give you to them practically for freeI was using them to fill another order, but I can make more and for you Ill add that to some mana and stamina potionsa full set. Even if you dont need them, theyll be worth a fortune, what do you say?

Y

Erin bit her tongue. She wanted those potions now. She could sell them at her inn! But right now, she needed money more badly. She cleared her throat awkwardly.

I dont really exercise. And I dont fight, so uh. The bees? Why are they called that?

Bees?

For the first time Octavia paused, she looked oddly at Erin.

What about them? Do you want to do a trade? Ill take a few specimens off your hands if youre willing to trade. Or

Erin raised her voice and cut the other young woman off.

The Ashfire Bees. Why are they called that?

Again, Octavia blinked at Erin. Then she slapped her forehead.

Bees! Of course. Well, the Ashfire Beeslovely quality and perfectly undamaged except for those two, by the way, you must tell me what adventurer harvested themare known for their ability to withstand heat, and the way they can even start fires when they gather together. Not so much in the winter, but when spring comes, watch out! Theyve burned down forests and theyre quite dangerous which makes them big targets for adventurers. Consequently I rarely see so many in one place, but as Ive said Im willing to make any trade you w

Does their honey have any special effects?

Their honey?

Octavias eyes widened as she saw the full jar Erin pulled out of her bag. It was gone before Erin could blink.

Ashfire Bee honey? Well, its not the best of reagents, but I can see it acting as a potent base although of course its not confirmed since theres really no reason to use that when its such an expensiveI suppose I could make you a good deal right here without you having to find a merchant. Name your price and Ill make sure you get the best deal right here. In fact, let me find you a seat.

The girl with stitches tried to alternatively block Erin from leaving or retrieving her jars as she scrambled around for a place for Erin to sit. For Erins part, she was so bemused and confused that she eventually took a seat in a stool as Octavia tried to make another deal.

Okay, youve clearly got some merchandise and I would be delighted to take it off your hand. So Ill offer you my best item right now, which is a high-quality blur potion that Ive just developed. It has a few minor side effects, but I think youll agree that the tradeoff in twitch speed is worth it.

She grabbed a strange potionyellow with whirling flecks of blue and shoved it in Erins face. The colors spun hypnotically as Octavia kept speaking.

I think youll notice the blending here and the telltale unabsorbed reagents. This is a rare potionany Silver-rank adventurer would want one. I can give you this and half my stock of

Nah, I dont want any. Hey, do you think the bees are magical, or is it just a biology thing that makes them so big?

Octavia paused again. Erin looked at her innocently and started asking all the questions shed been pondering.

You see, I really dont know much about the beesbut I thought you could use the honey and maybe some mana potions and make something cool. Actually, I just wanted to know if mana potions made foodmagical. Because what if I added that to alcohol? Does it just make mana alcohol? Or does something else happen? Can you add potions to magical things and make the effects stronger?

Umwell, thats a very interesting question. I have to speculate

Octavia hesitated. She looked at Erin.

What type of ingredient are we talking about here? Some kind of magical excretion?

Erin shook her head.

No, Ive got these faerie flowers, see. When I add them to ale it creates this weird hallucination sometimesif I add too much you see things.

Faerie flowers?

It was disconcerting the way the other girls eyes sparkled. In an instant Octavia was pacing around Erin, speaking rapidly.

Im so sorry, it was my mistake. I didnt realize you were another [Alchemist]well, I havent heard of any faerie flowers but I suppose terms differare they some kind of toadstool? Of course, Id love to discuss the effects, but if were talking experimentation then Im sure we can come to an understanding.

She practically ran over to her shelves and began pulling down ingredients. Erin stared at what looked like a cow tongue floating in green liquid and a handful of purple leaves as Octavia kept trying to seal the deal, whatever the deal was.

I have quite a large variety of rare ingredients and I would be happy to assist you. Where did you come from? Esthelm? Wales? Further than that? Im gratified that you chose my shop to visit firstI may not be the highest-level [Alchemist] in the region, but believe me, my experiments have already yielded several new innovations. Ive got a wonderful new way to make smoke bags, and you wont believe what Ive developed for self-defense. True, the Watch banned me from using the stink potion anywhere in the city butwhat type of alchemy did you say you practiced?

Uh.

Erins brain hurt. But Octavia was looking at her so intently, so Erin scrambled for a response.

Im not an [Alchemist].

Oh, so youre just an interested party? Adventurer? Merchant? If youre looking for someone to experiment on your behalf, youre in the right place.

Im uh, not any of those things. And I dont want to make potions. I want to make food. Im an [Innkeeper].

Well, I think we can partner and do some great things together. I think a small down payment on your part would help if were going to use my shop, and of course if you have any other ingredients Id be happy to pay a City Runner to import

Octavia broke off. She paused, and then slowly turned her head and stared at Erin, the first non-hyperactive moment Erin had seen her make.

What did you just say?