The Wandering Inn

Book 3: Chapter 39

She didnt want to walk up the hill to her inn. Noit wasnt that. Erin didnt want to walk up the hill to her inn and go inside. Orno, it was more like she didnt want to walk up the hill to her inn, go inside, and then have to feed and deal with another crowd of people right this instant.

Maybe in five minutes Erin would feel good about that, but right now she could only sigh as she stomped through the cold snow, up the steep and unreasonably treacherous hill, towards her inn.

It wasnt that she was tired. Well, she was tired, but it wasnt a physical thing. Erin was used to being on her feet all day long and working hard. She could fight off Goblins and cook pasta while picking blue fruit in the snow. But shed been working hard of late. Very hard. And Erin felt just a bit

Here was the problem. Erin wasnt just tired. That was a simple thing to fix. Tired was immediate, and solvable with sleep. It was a drain on the mind, a heavy little rock tied to the eyelids that made them close far too often.

Tired was simple. But Erin was exhausted. She just felt likelike

Like I need a holiday.

Erin sighed as she trudged up the hill towards her inn. Everyone else had already disappeared inside; part of her was already thinking about what she could make for lunch. She hadnt had time for that because shed had to go to Brunkr. Erin didnt regret that, but she knew the others would be hungry.

She was ready to apologize and get to work, but found to her great joy that Lyonette had already made something to eat!

Its well, its a fry-up with mushrooms and other greens. You can have it with fresh bread and Ive got fried beef if anyone wants meat. Its got a Gnoll sauce on it, so its a bit spicy

Erin sidled over as she saw the travel-hungry people lining up to fill their plates. Lyonette had put out a big dish of the fried veggies and meat for people to serve themselves buffet-style.

You did all this?

Lyonette nodded, smiling as she passed out plates. Erin resisted the urge to kiss Lyonette and instead hugged with one arm.

Youre so cool. Best [Barmaid] ever!

There was a plate, a fork provided by Mrsha, although it was covered with a few hairs, and hot food. For a few seconds Erin just chewed on crispy, crunchy green tubes and relaxed. The warmth went down into her stomach and made her feel alive again.

Then she looked around and took stock of her inn. It was a full room today. Not only had some of the [Wagon Drivers] stopped here to eat, but Pawn, Belgrade, and Bird and a small group of Soldiers and Workers were in line as well. Klbkch was conspicuous in his absence, as was the strange group of Antinium whod followed him.

Erin went over to Pawn, thanking Lyonette in her heartthe girl must have figured out the Antinium might show up, hence the non-gluten meal shed made. She smiled at Pawn and took time to welcome both Belgrade and Birdshe hadnt seen them in what felt like forever!

The two other workers were almost shy as they bowed to Erin. Pawn was more relaxed, and showed the other Workers how to hold the plates properlythey had to do it for their Soldier counterparts, since the giant warrior Antinium couldnt properly grasp the plates.

I apologize, but I fear they will have to use their hands to eat, Erin. We will clean up any mess we cause.

Totally fine. Totallydont worry about messes. Ive got a Skill! But if your uh, Soldiers have problems eating we can give them bowls.

That would help greatly. Thank you.

A trip into the kitchen and the Soldiers had bowls to hold instead of plates. Erin smiled as she stood with the Antinium in line, watching the queue pass the buffet line. Everyone was hungry, but theyd stood aside to let the adventurers go first. And Zel. All the Drakes practically ushered him to the front, despite his reluctance.

Klbkch sends his regards. He wished to meet you at the inn, but he has pressing business in the Hive. I believe he will attempt to visit you tonight, if his duties allow.

Of course he will.

Erin sighed, but smiled at Belgrade. She watched as ahead of her, the Horns of Hammerad reached the table and began filling their plates.

Silver and steel you two, eat something that isnt meat or bread!

Yvlon snapped exasperatedly at Ceria and Pisces. Both had gone for the sliced beef, completely skipping the vegetables. Ksmvr and Yvlon had a more balanced plate, but the two mages looked completely unapologetic.

Im a half-Elf. I used to eat leaves for breakfast. Ive had enough of them for one lifetime, thank you.

Pisces nodded.

And I

He hesitated, eyed the slices of beef and added two more to his full plate. Then he turned and walked away. Yvlon rolled her eyes and made a disgusted face, but she followed her friends to the table.

My body is dead, so uh, I can eat unhealthy.

Jelaqua grinned as she emulated Cerias style. Erin saw Lyonette hurry into the kitchenprobably to cook what meat they had left. Erin resolved to order a lot more from Krshia when she went to the city again. Her feet were already aching.

If youre dead, why would it matter what you eat? Surely you cant taste anything.

That came from Typhenous. Jelaqua turned, pretending to be offended.

Ill have you know that I keep my bodys tongue in perfect condition see? Now, some other organs are a bit the worse for wear, but taste is something everyone likes.

True. Now move, youre holding up the line.

Seborn edged past Jelaqua. He and Moore had balanced plates, Moore with more vegetable and bread than meat.

Griffon Hunt came next. Ulrien, Halrac and Typhenous got their food without objection, but when Revi reached the head of the table she took one look at the spread and made a face.

I dont like mushrooms.

Halrac growled at her.

Then get the beef.

I dont want to eat just meat for lunch.

Erin hurried out of line, already slapping her Im-sorry-you-suck smile onto her face.

Whats the problem, Revi?

Nothing here really appeals to me.

The Stitch-girl turned her nose up at the food. Erin kept smiling.

Okay, why dont I make you a sandwich? Toasted bread, cheese, some sliced ham and greens?

I suppose that will do.

Revi sighed and nodded. Erin hurried into the kitchen, but not before shed passed Zel and heard him mutter.

Mages.

It was the work of a minute to put together a lovely sandwich. No problem at all, really. But Erin had had to do it, which was what sucked. Lyonette was apologetic.

I should have made something for Revi.

No, you shouldnt. Shes just picky.

Erin made a face as she used a pair of tongs to toast the sandwich to perfection by the kitchen fire. She pulled the sandwich away as her Skill told her it was doneit was like an egg timer going off in Erins headand tossed it onto a plate.

You know, Ive heard that when [Chefs] and [Waiters] dont like the people theyre serving, they spit in the food.

Ew! Do you thinkdo they really do that?

Erin didnt see why Lyonette was so upset, but the girl was staring off into the horrific abyss of recollection.

They didnt do that to my foodIm sure ofbut if I

She turned green. Erin waved a hand in front of her face and Lyonette came out of her trance.

Well? Im not saying you should, but

Both girls stared at the innocent sandwich. They shook their heads at roughly the same time.

Its not worth it. Besides, thats disgusting.

Yeah. Its not the sandwichs fault.

Lyonette nodded. She frowned, and then went over to the cutting board where some of the ingredients were left over. She took an unused mushroom and diced it up into very fine pieces, hiding them in the melted cheese. Erin smiled as Lyonette closed the sandwich.

Hey Revi, you arent allergic to mushrooms or anything, right? If it touches your skin, you wont break out in hives or swell up, because if you are

Im fine. Thank you.

Revi took the plate from Erin without a glance and began eating it with a knife and fork. Erin winked as Lyonette came out of the kitchen with more food for the buffet table. That was a small victory in her books.

Oh, you dont need to eat the food here! Im sorry, I forgot!

She stopped Pawn as he was about to fill his plate. Lyonette hurried into the kitchen and came out with

Bees?

The Drakes and Humans behind the Antinium took a step back. But all the Antinium perked up.

I fried these in oil and then melted some cheese over them. Ksmvr says its good.

Lyonette explained as she sat the Antinium at another table. With Erins help all of them had a few bees to eat, and Ksmvr came over as well to get his bugs. Erin sat next to Pawn and Bird, trying not to watch them eat as she slurped down her food.

Pawn was already pulling the legs off of his bee and crunching them down, but Belgrade and Bird stared at their food as if entranced.

Well? Are you hungry? Or do you not like bees?

It is not that, Miss Erin. I have been waiting a long time for this moment. I wish to savor it.

Belgrade stared at the bee dripping oil onto his plate. Bird stared at his bee and then picked it up. He spoke dreamily.

They look like tiny birds. Bee birds.

Erin glanced over, and saw Pawn and Belgrade shrug. She shrugged too, and began to eat. This was lunch. And since she hadnt made it, Erin was a very happy [Innkeeper] indeed.

Work interrupted her before shed finished eating, though. The door opened and a familiar blue-scaled Drake walked in.

Erin?

His face fell when he saw all of her visitors.

If youre busy, I can go. Id hate to interrupt

Olesm! No, Im just finishing my lunch and Lyonette can serve everyone food and drinks. Uh, you can do that, right Lyonette? If you need a hand

Ive got two!

Lyonette waved at Erin and smiled as she went past. Mrsha, trotting beside Lyonette, sat on her bum and waggled all four paws. Erin grinned and turned to Olesm.

Want to sit? How about next to Pawn? You can eat mushroom stir-fry and tell me whats happened, and then Ill teach you all how to play Go!

Olesm perked up and sat happily with Erin. He took one look at what the Antinium were eating and declined to have lunch.

So, tell me everything thats happened to you!

Only if youll tell me what happened! I heard a bit from Klbkch, but where did you go, Erin? That skeleton, Toren, did something, didnt he?

You dont know?

A sea of Antinium and one Drake all shook their heads. Erin blinked.

Okay. Then in that case, it all started when I was going to get more honey. I was in the sled with Toren pulling it and I took a tiny, teensy nap

Catching up with Olesm took half an hour of talk. Erin was aware of time passing and cut her story short, but she just had to pause when shed heard what Olesm had done.

A chess newsletter? Thats so amazing, Olesm! Can I subscribe? Ohand whats the latest puzzle? You do chess puzzles, right?

Olesms light blue scales turned bright as he blushed. He traced on the table with a claw as Erin exclaimed over the letters hed sent to other cities.

It was a simple collection of parchments, not anything like a magazine or newspaper. One was an annotated gameone of the ones shed played, if Erin wasnt mistaken!and another was an explanation of how to read chess notation. Another paper held a chess puzzle someone had made.

Ooh. Not bad.

Erin solved the puzzle in three moves and handed it back to Olesm. His jaw dropped.

You cant have just

I solved one like that ages ago. Its good, though!

I got that one from the best [Strategists] inoh, never mind.

Olesm handed Erin another piece of parchment.

Please, look at this.

It was another annotated game, but not one Erin had played. To her eye, it was a fairly interesting back-and-forth between two decently skilled players. But what was really interesting was the attached commentary. Three full pages filled with comments from both players and two other [Tacticians] provided a decent analysis of every move made.

Olesm, this is so cool. Im so glad youre doing this!

Well, I got the idea from watching you play. I sent some letters out and got a great response, so Ive been sending more out each week! Ive got over twenty readers so far, and Im told my letters get passed around to lots more people! And its very profitable!

Olesm puffed out his chest. Erin smiled. Internally, she was remorseful. She never had time to play chess anymore, or so it seemed! All that time in Celum and she hadnt picked up a pawn once. Chess was her thing!

Can you give me all your old letters? Id love to solve a chess puzzle or two.

Erin, your puzzles are the ones Ive been using!

Aw. No. Really? Youve got to get more! And twenty people is great, but why not send this to [Tacticians] all over the world?

Dont stop there. Is the inventor of chess not Niers Astoragon? He and the [Strategists] in Baleros might find your work very useful.

Pawn put down the parchment he was holding and looked at Olesm. The Drake fidgeted in his chair. His tail lashed the legs of the table in his agitation.

I wouldnt dream of sending my small work to him, but perhaps if someone were to mention it to Master Astoragonwell, Id need for a lot more people to read my work before Id be confident sending it to Baleros.

Why? Because its expensive?

Well[Tacticians] are held in such high regard there, I would hate to embarrass myself. Not that I think your games are anything but perfect, Erin! But its just

You should do it.

Belgrade stared at Olesm. Bird looked up from his bee.

Yes. I agree with what Belgrade is saying. You should do this thing I know nothing of.

Pressured on all sides, Olesm could only stammer about improving the quality of his publication. Erin laughed, and decided not to push him further. He, at least, seemed like he was doing well on his own.

Maybe you can add this to your next newsletter. Ill teach you all how to play Go while youre here!

Really?

Olesm, Pawn, and Belgrade all sat up. Erin nodded.

All we need are some stones and a board. I figure we can make oneuh

The Antinium stood up, Workers and Soldiers. They immediately filed out of the door. Erin blinked, and then saw them digging in the snow outside through one of the windows.

Umokay! Lets do this!

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So, we have white and black stones. Two sides, like chess, see? And youre capturing territory. You place the stones on the intersections, where the lines join like right here. Each stone can have up to four libertiesthat means open spaces where a stone could goin each direction like this. If you take away all the liberties, you capture the stone. Now, the goal is to get as much territoryas much of the board as possibleand as many captured stones as possible.

Erin demonstrated, surrounding a black stone with white ones. She took it off the board and put it to one side.

We call captured stones prisoners. And ooh, heres something cool. You see these connected stones? Well, if theyre all touching each other we call that a string. And you can capture an entire string at once, but only if you take over all of their liberties. So thats definitely something to watch for

Fifteen minutes later, Erin stood over a table where a bunch of white and black stones were sitting. They were freshly painted, and a bit tacky to the touch still, although a flame spell had baked the paint nicely.

The board for the game was carved into the table. It was just a huge block of equally-sized squares, nineteen lines long by nineteen lines wide. Erin didnt mind sacrificing the table; you could still eat on it and she had a feeling a lot of games would be played in the future.

She was lecturing a crowd of people, not just Olesm and the Antinium. The Drakes and Gnolls were interested in this new game, and a few of the adventurers had come over to listen. Typhenous and Pisces looked particularly interested; Moore was jotting what Erin was saying down on a slip of parchment, and Ulrien and Halrac were listening while drinking.

The game of Go was simple, yet complex. It was all about capturing territory, which, when you got down to it, was at the heart of chess as well.

Although chess is about completely eradicating the opponents pieces, I see many similarities in this game.

Yup. Most strategy games revolve around stealing an opponents territory. Its pretty hard to lose all your pieces in a game of Go, but it can happen. If you suck. A lot.

Erin smiled at Pawn as she demonstrated how the game was played to her audience.

The thing about Go is thatand I hate to say this, but its trueits far more complex than chess.

Really?

Oh yes. Its very complex, but easy to understand. All you do is surround your opponent, but the game can take infinite forms. See, you can place a stone anywhere unless it means youd lose it. So unlike chess

Theres so much you can do.

Olesm stared down at the empty board, seemingly daunted by its size. Erin smiled.

Im not as good at Go as I am at Chess, but Im not bad. I used to study it and play games back home.

You did? Ive never heard of it.

Well

Erin shrugged. She remembered staying up late at night, playing games online. She smiled sadly as she picked up a rough stone one of the Soldiers had smashed to make smaller and put it on the board.

I used to play all the time. I was close to the professional levelnot that I played half as much as I did chess. But I loved playing. Chess, Shogi, Goits too bad I couldnt gamble, because I can play a mean round of Mahjong as well. Anyways. Does anyone want to play a game?

There were no shortages of volunteers. Erin soon found herself having Halrac carve a second and third board into the tables for people to play as the Soldiers went out to search for more stones.

We really need round stones to play properly. But this is fine, I guess.

May I request your assistance in teaching me this game, Erin? I hope to learn as much as I can before Anand returns.

Belgrade intercepted Erin before Pawn or Olesm could. Erin smiled at the Worker.

Sure. Is that a bit of rivalry I hear?

She was just teasing him, but the Antinium nodded to her great surprise. Erin blinked.

I wish to beat Anand at this game. He is a better player than I, so I must practice more than he does.

Really? But I thought you two were closely matched. You were when I played you last time. Has something changed?

Belgrade paused.

Perhaps it is the difference of personality. Anand is far more decisive and bold than I. That is why he was chosen to remain behind at Esthelm. His ability to react to new situations is deemed invaluable. I can only memorize patterns and repeat them.

He looked downcast. Erin reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Then she gave up and gave him a quick hug. As she did, she saw Zel standing by a far wall. He was watching the Antinium. Not with overt hostility like he did with Klbkch, but very intently. He was staring at Belgrade and Erin was sure hed heard what the Antinium had said. Zel looked away the instant Erin saw him.

Well, if Anand is so good at improvising, all youve got to do is study every chess move until youre used to every possible outcome. Following your style isnt bad, Belgrade. Youve just got to be able to adapt.

She led Belgrade over to a board and began to explain strategy. He shook his head dejectedly as Erin tried to get him to experiment while playing her.

I fear making mistakes in experimentation. I prefer known strategy. I fear I will be poor at this game.

No you wont!

But known tactics fail in the face of innovation. Anand is spontaneous, I am not. How can I ever defeat him?

Erin had a reply ready, but to her intense surprise Zel came over and answered the question for her.

Just because someone can adapt, doesnt mean their strategy is better than a set formation. Its a longstanding argument between [Planners] and [Leaders]. One kind[Strategists] for instancelikes to plan for every eventuality. They see patterns in troop movements and in battle and react accordingly. But [Generals] like me just see opportunities. We act according to instinct.

He nodded to Pawn as he walked over and stood over the board. He didnt look happy, but there was something in the way Pawn turned to look at Zel that made Erin think they had talked before. Zel studied the board, frowning at the intersecting lines on which stones had been placed.

Theres some overlap of course; most leaders learn basic formations and strategy, but there are few who can lead from the front and fight a war in their heads. But specialization isnt all badyou get weird freaks with classes like [Shadow General] or [Lightningstrike Commander] who can use one type of tactic very well.

Then I may succeed by using my set methods?

If you can adapt them for every situation, yes. Whos to say one method cant be used in most situations? So long as you have others who can support youor you know when to retreatI dont see why not.

That was what Belgrade needed to hear. He sat straighter and began to play a far more competitive game. Erin still beat him, but she felt good doing it.

May I try?

Zel took Erins place, and Pawn took Belgrades. This time the game was short. Zel bowed out as it became clear Pawn was the far better player. He shook his head as he let Pisces slip into the seat.

Its just black and white stones to me. Im used to battles where no one takes turns and everyones slipping on blood and guts. But if it makes you level, Im sure every [Tactician] south of Liscor will be begging for a copy of young Olesms next newsletter.

Olesm beamed with pride. He looked at Zel like a hero, Erin recognized. And the [General] was, wasnt he? Erin had a hard time imagining it, but Zel was a big hero. One of the biggest, according to what Pisces had told her.

You should send this with your next newsletter, Olesm. And what about sending it north?

North? WellI sent a few letters to Invrisil and some [Tacticians] Id heard of, but Ive really been reaching out to friends I regularly correspond with. Theyve been spreading the word in the Drake cities. You really think I should expand so soon?

Yes! Send it to us Humansand Gnolls too, for that matter! Why not? You should send some letters to a bunch of GnollsIm sure Krshia could tell you who might be interested. Yeah, send like a dozen letters out for free. If they like it, theyll reply back. If not

Erin shrugged. She sat Olesm down at a table as lunchtime turned into board-game time. Lyonette was already hurrying out with drinks and a snack, and Erin saw those not interested in the game heading out for the city. It was only a little bit past midday. She had time. So Erin sat across from Olesm.

Now, youve got a lot of good stuff, but have you considered having your parchment all stitched together?

Like a book? Thats costly.

No, not a book. It can be cheap. But you see, if you have a bit of color and maybe a little gossip, well, back home we call stuff like that magazines. Im sure Krshia could find you someone who does a bit of artwork. You should have a little logoooh, and maybe a [Tactician] of the week! Its good to reach out to your readers and get them involved. And while Im on the subject, why not print a lot of issues of your newsletter and have them for sale in the Runners Guilds? If you do, then anyone can walk in and buy it. And if they dont sell that well, its fine because youre getting the word out. Now, my favorite part of newspapers back home is this thing called a crossword. Its not chess, but

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Things from home. Things she remembered. When you got down to it, that was what Erin truly had to offer to this world. She was just an average girl, but shed brought part of the place she came from with her. That was what she could give, and that was what made Erin special, she felt.

Her memories of home.

Some of it was stupid. Some of it wouldnt help. The people of this world took what they wanted, what was useful, and only that. No one had liked the idea of crossword puzzles, not even Pisces. The consensus was that if you were going to be silly about words, you probably had better things you could be doing with your time.

But not all of what Erin had said was pointless. She saw the value in it already, as Olesm strode out of the door, bursting with ideas for his newsletter. And she saw it in Pawn and the Antinium as they left for the Hive, already planning to introduce the game to the Workers there. A new board game had come to the city. It was a small thing, but it mattered.

Everything mattered. Small things became big things, like how a clean inn was wonderful. So Erin helped Lyonette clean up for half an hour after her guests had finished, and then told Lyonette she was heading out. Again.

Only this time, Erin didnt take the door leading to the outside world. She took the door to Octavias shop.

Hey Octavia! Im

Erin stopped and stared. Octavia was standing at her counter and she had a customer.

The man at the counter gave Erin an odd look, mainly because she was staring at him like he was some new, undocumented species never seen before. He accepted a potion that bubbled brightly pink in a stoppered vial and hurried away.

Who was that? Why was he here?

That was a customer, and he was buying a potion. What the potion was isnt your business.

Octavia scowled at Erin as the girl approached the counter. The [Alchemist] seemed irked today for some reason.

Aw. You cant tell me? Why not?

Confidentiality. [Alchemists] dont reveal what theyve sold on principle. You could be an adventurer or a [Barber], but some of what I sell

Was it a love potion? Oris it like a healing potion for something icky?

Octavia ignored the questions. She glared at Erin.

Do you need something? Or are you just using my shop as a rest stop?

Ive got business! For you!

Erin smiled at Octavia, but for once even the word business didnt make the Stitch-girl jolly. Octavia folded her arms. Erins smile slipped.

What? Did I do something?

Oh, nothing. Im just waiting for you to figure it out.

It took Erin a few seconds. She knew Octavias shop had been the delivery point for all of Celums goods and the people sent through, but it was for a good cause! So why

Erins head turned and she saw the problem. The front wall of Octavias shop that led out into the streetwas gone. Someone had knocked the entire wall down, and it was now patched up by a collection of plywood planks. It wasnt a good seal. Wind was blowing into the shop through the cracks.

Oh. Uh, is that

They knocked it in. To fit a wagon into my shop.

Octavias tone could have frozen boiling water. She pointed at the front of her store.

I was reimbursed for that, but hardly enough. You may note how I havent had it fixed yet? Thats because the cost of wood is very high in the winter. And guess who gets to pay for that? Not the city. Me.

Sorry.

Erin took a deep breath. She felt guilty, and changed what shed planned on doing. She put her hands on Octavias counter.

Ill pay you back for that. But can we talk business?

The [Alchemist] wavered. An epic battle between mercantilism and personal irritation lasted for all of fifteen seconds, before she grudgingly nodded.

What do you want?

I need all my magical soups. You know, the ones you were holding for me for a storage fee?

Octavia hesitated.

I have them. I may have sold one or twobut I have your cut right here and I would be happy to reimburse you for the cost of

Okay.

Erin didnt blink. Octavia looked at her, surprised, and decided not to question it. She went into the back of her shop and came out with a bunch of bottles full of soupy liquids.

That will be

Hold on, you can combine that with my next order.

Next order?

I want you to do some research! I think you can make this one thing I want right awayits called a match, and I need you to make it for me. Ryoka says its simple, but this other thing is really hard. Its called penicillin, right, and

No.

Excuse me?

Octavia glared at Erin.

I said no. Im not doing any more research for you. Youre trouble. Every time I do something for you, I end up with a melted cauldron, or a hole in my shop, or a hole in my wall. Im not helping you.

What? ButI can pay.

Too bad. Its not worth the cost.

I think it is. Here

Erin reached for her money pouch, but Octavia snapped at her.

Erin, no. I have several orders I need to fill, not to mention a gaping hole in the front of my shop! I wont just let you

She broke off as Erin produced a fistful of coins. She slapped them on the table. They were heavy, thick coins. All gold.

Octavia swallowed. Hard. But she held her ground, though the luster of the softly glowing gold had fixed her eyes on them.

A few gold coins wont

Erin reached into her pouch and pulled more out. Octavias mouth stopped working for a few seconds.

Look, I have a job to do and

Erin kept placing gold coins on the counter. She had to pile them up; she was counting. It wasnt like she was made of money, but she had to make this right for Octavia.

In the end, thirty six gold coins sat in neat stacks of six in front of Octavia. The [Alchemist] gaped at them, and then looked up at Erin.

Thats for your door, and hiring you. You can sell what Im going to have you make, but I want to hire you. Is that okay?

Octavia stared at the coins, and then looked at Erin. She glanced over Erins shoulder at the hole in her wall, and went back to the coins. Coins, Erin, broken wall. And then she threw her arms wide.

Always a pleasure, always a pleasure to help my best customer! Hole in the wall? What hole? I was thinking I needed a new front for the shop anyways!

Erin smiled. She looked Octavia in the eye.

Im really sorry, Octavia. I havent been a good friend to you.

Octavia paused, and grew a bit more genuine as she raked the gold coins into a drawer.

Well, its not like it wasnt for a good cause. And the publicity! I suppose I can let it go. Especially if youre paying me like this. Actually, for this rate, knock another wall down whenever you want! Now, whats this about some experimentation?

Erin smiled. She opened her mouth and then stared hard at Octavia. The [Alchemist] paused.

What?

You havent eaten yet! Dont pretend! I can tell when you haventLyonette!

Erin opened the door to her inn and yelled into it.

Get me some leftovers for Octavia, stat!

Five minutes later, Octavia was eating from a plate as if she hadnt eaten all week while Erin explained what she wanted.

So what I want is a match stick, see? The thing you strike and the match box. Now, Ryoka says that the thing to make the side of the box is phosphorus. Um, red phosphorus.

Whats that?

I have no idea. Its red, and uh, a rock, I think. Its good forigniting things?

Erin raised her hands as Octavias face clearly showed what she thought of Erins description.

Im sorry! I dont know! Ryoka could tell you moreask her if you need details! But the match head is simple. Its sulfur and other stuff. It justlights up when you rub it on something. Like this.

Octavia watched with interest as Erin demonstrated. She already had a sketch of the matches and matchbox, and she was tapping her fingers thoughtfully as she turned to look around her shop. At last she nodded.

I can do some research and see what might work like this phosphorus. But look, Erin. Anyone can make fire with a flint and steel. Or a spell. And fire starters do exist. Ever seen a blaze bomb? Nasty. Its made with the scales of a Ignition Salamander and Corusdeer horns you see, and when it explodes it

I know its possible. But I bet its not cheap, right?

No

This would be cheap. Really cheap. And easy! Okay, maybe people can use magic, but how many people use magic? And flint and steel is a pain to carry. Matches are usefuland sort of fun! I mean, I liked matches when I was a kid. Just try it, okay?

Youre paying me.

Octavia shrugged and reached for her cup. Erin smiled.

Now, the second thing I need is for you to experiment with mold.

Okay. Which kind?

Erin paused. Octavia stared at her expectantly.

Ive got several growing in the back if you want any one particular kind.

Of course you do. Well, this ones green and sort of blueish, and it grows on oranges and bread

How much do you want? I dont grow that, but I think Ive got a loaf of bread in one of my cupboards that probably has that kind of mold.

Justwait a second, okay? I need something specific. You see, I need penicillin, which is a special type of mold. It works like this

Octavia frowned as she listened to Erins description. When Erin was done, Octavia was willing to admit that penicillin might be very useful, but she had no idea how to figure out which mold would work like that.

I guess I can experiment on myself? No? Well, perhaps a test subject. I guess I can get a pig or sheep or something andno? Aw, come on. How about a rat? Aw, Erinokay, Ill do all I can. But I still have to run my shop. And brew potions. Honestly, the brewing is easier than the shop keepingI need to stay behind the counter at all hours. But thats going to cut into the amount of time I can keep researching, just so you know.

Erin blinked at Octavia and a little candle lit up in her head.

I can help with that. Come to the inn tonight for dinner and we can talk details.

Octavia eyed Erin and then raised a hand.

No way. Sorry, Erin, but no. Honestly, I appreciate the thought, but youre no expert saleswoman, and I cant just turn my merchandise overwait, where are you going? I didnt finish! Ill let you try to sell my stuff if youre willing to give me a cut of

Erin waved at Octavia as she exited the shop. The [Alchemist] frowned as the dooror rather, hinged piece of plywoodswung almost shut. She went over to it and pushed it closed, muttering under her breath.

Gotta improve the pitch, Octavia. You have to get them hooked faster. Fifty percent? Hah! Eighty percent cut, and then you start laying on the little extras. Market value purchase plus city taxation, labor costs, regional import fees, cauldron taxes

-

A minute after Erin had left Octavias shop she stopped and slapped a hand to her forehead. A passing horse and rider looked at her weirdly, but that was alright.

Healing potion slimes! Thats right!

Erin snapped her fingers and fished around for the piece of parchment to write that down. Then she went on her way.

There wasnt enough time in the day for everything she needed to do. From Octavias, Erin made a beeline to the Frenzied Hare in Celum. She was a bit leery of inviting Agnes to the Christmas party, but happily the woman was out.

Unhappily, everyone was out of the Frenzied Hare. The doors were locked, and Erin had left her key to the building back in her inn. When she asked why it was closed, she learned that Miss Agnes had taken a holiday with her sick husband. That essentially meant spending all the coin Erin had helped her earn by staying at someone elses inn and eating lavish food.

Erin just shook her head when she heard that and asked where she could find Wesle, Jasi, and the other actors. She was pointed to a building that had been bought out by the troupe of [Actors]a freshly painted sign advertised nightly performances.

Presents?

Jasi blinked at Erin as she turned from their rehearsal of My Fair [Lady] to talk. Grev, hovering backstage with water and the scripts for the actors, looked up sharply.

Thats right!

Erin smiled at the younger Drake as she explained about Christmas for the umpteenth time. By the time she was done, Grev was a new convert to the dream of getting presents for free, and Jasi and some of the other [Actors] including Wesle were happy enough to join in Erins present-giving program.

So youll tell us who were getting presents for, right? Can you tell us now? If its in two days, Id like to get started shopping right away.

UhIll have a list by tonight!

Erin promised the troupe as she tried to figure out how best to do that. Shed probably need a list. Or a diagram. She should have bought more parchment and ink!

Jasi caught Erin as the girl was getting ready to get back to her innthis time to get ready for dinner.

If youre making everyone give gifts for each other in secret, do you mind if I ask that you let me buy a gift for Grev?

Of course!

Erin smiled at Jasi.

Youve gotta get one for him, and Ill make him get one for you! Anyone else you want to put on the list? Maybe Wesle?

Maybe.

Jasi blushed and fiddled with her claws as she looked the other way. Erin had a thought.

Or maybe Olesm! Hes a Drake, like you! Not that it matters, but it could be a good way to introduce yourself to him. I know you dont know many Drakes since you live in Celum

Maybe not, Erin. I mean, I dont know other Drakes. I wouldnt know what to buy. But maybe instead of Wesle, you could put down that Pisces guy? Hes handsome.

Jasi smiled. The smile faltered as Erin gave her a look flatter than paper. Without a word Erin backed towards the door and then shut it. Then she opened it again to smile.

Ill do my best!

She paused.

But seriously, no. Pisces? No.

She shut the door again.

-

That night, the Wandering Inn saw a record-breaking number of guests. Again. Word had spread about the game of Go, and Erin had more than a few visitors who came just to sit at the tables and play with the now vaguely-round stones.

There was a lot of competition, and Erin was touched to see the Antinium playing against Drakes and Gnolls with scarcely a second glance. Pawn and Belgrade were among the better players in the room, and that was including the mages and Olesm. Pisces seemed to have a knack for the game, but those who practiced strategy for a living still had an advantage over everyone else in the room.

Except for Erin. She was delighted beyond belief to have actually lost a gamean event which made Olesm race outside and dance about the inn for ten minutes straightbut she was still a better player than everyone else by sheer virtue of practice. But she was happy. Happy, though she was having trouble standing up. Her legs were aching and her arms hurt from hauling a bunch of frozen meat back to her inn.

Klbkch didnt come that night, but Relc did. He slipped into the inn, hesitating a bit when he saw Erin. But she pretended not to see him at first, and instead helped Belgrade as he played a very close game against Olesm.

Ooh, an apple!

Relc spotted a plate with apple slices sitting on a table. After a surreptitious look around, he happily crunched down the slices, still as fresh and as crisp as when theyd been cut, which was yesterday.

Erin stared at Relc, and then smiled.

Everything going well?

Hm?

He jumped guiltily and then turned to her.

Oh. Hey Erin.

Hey, Relc.

They stood in silence for a few seconds. Then Erin gestured to the table.

Want some food? Todays dish is beef broth, mashed potatoes, roast beef, gravy, mushroom-and-meat skewers, boiled greensthose tube greens, you knowand honey-drizzled steamed carrots. What would you like?

Relc gave Erin a pleading look.

Can I haveeverything?

She smiled. Some things didnt change. In this at least, she was glad.

Sure. Coming right up!

When he was eating happily, Erin sat with Relc andtalked. Just for a little bit.

So youve really been good?

He paused, licking the spoonful of potatoes with a long tongue.

Cant complain. That damn dungeons spitting out monsters now and then, but Captain Zs got us guarding in shifts and weve built some fortifications. Really, the most annoying part is all the adventurers coming in and out.

Why, are they rude to you?

Yeah! They look down their noses on the way in, and on the way out they run to us with their tails tucked between their legs, begging us to stop the icky monsters.

Relc laughed and Erin smiled.

Sounds like a lot of work. Im just glad youre okay.

Wellyou know me. Im tough!

Relc thumped his chest and looked sideways at Erin.

You got rid of that skeleton thing, right?

Yeah. I had to.

Good. I mean, it was going to go bad. You cant trust the undead.

I guess not.

And the uh, Goblins are gone. I didnt do anything!

I know.

Silence. For once, Erin didnt have much to say. Relc was a friend. He had been a friend. But after a while, she stood up.

If you want anything else, just yell. Lyonette and I can handle it.

Sure.

Relc turned awkwardly to his food. Then he looked at Erin.

That Gnoll kid youve got thereI heard some of the guys talking in the barracks about her. White furs bad, right?

Erin hesitated.

I think so. To Gnolls.

Yeah. But theyre stupid. Its good that you took her in. Real good.

Relc and Erin paused, full of words unspoken. Then Erin nodded and walked away. Someone was calling her name.

She chanced upon the Horns of Hammerad after shed helped serve more alcohol. They were sitting at their own table, talking amongst themselves. The topic happened to be the items Ryoka had analyzed.

We couldnt get a reply from her, but what she said sounded good. Really good.

Ceria told Erin as she slid into a seat. The half-Elf sounded like she was half-trying to convince herself. Yvlon nodded, as did Ksmvr, but Pisces looked less sanguine. Ceria began listing off the items, keeping her voice low as she whispered to Erin.

A magical sword with the weight enchantmenta good one. Thats powerful. A buckler with a spelled defense? Thats Gold-rank gear right there, for Yvlon probably. And that dagger? Valuable. Pisces, you or I could use it, or Ksmvr could wield it in his off-hand

And thats all.

Pisces took a deep draft from his tankard.

Thats all, Springwalker. We dont know more, so we dont know if thats it, or if Ryoka found something truly of worth.

She didnt tell you anything else?

Yvlon shook her head.

She promised us that theres more, but she was only willing to list those three weapons in case someone was reading our messages. Id worry someone might try to steal the artifacts, but if shes travelling in Magnolia Reinharts coach

It might be that she was trying to spare our feelings.

Pisces slumped in his chair. He seemed morose. Ceria shook her head.

I dont believe that.

Why not? Those are all of the weapons we recovered. Save for the sword bladebroken. What else could be of worth?

Plenty. There was that bag of holdingand the enchantments on the weapons are powerful.

I suppose they are.

Pisces sighed as Ceria began listing the things that might be hidden inside the bag of holding theyd found, or the adventurers pack. Yvlon listened, occasionally adding a suggestion, and Ksmvr sat, looking from Pisces to Ceria.

The Horns of Hammerad were more nervous than happy about the items Ryoka had identified. Erin wondered if there really were more artifacts than the three weapons. It didnt matter. Either way, her goal was to raise their spirits, so Erin interrupted Ceria and began explaining Christmasian theory. Again.

Presents? I guess we could go out shopping. Only

Ill lend you some money. You can pay me back. I know youre good for it.

Some adventuring group we are.

Yvlon shook her head, but she was smiling at the thought of Christmas.

You know, we did something similar. It wasnt something as large as a present, but wed get sweets during the winter solstice. I used to look forwards to that every year.

Sweets is a good present! Uh, especially since I didnt make the list yet.

Erin winced as she realized shed have to run around and tell everyone who their secret two people were tomorrow. She left the Horns of Hammerad as she spotted someone else in the crowd.

Selys! Selys!

Erin! Where have you been? I havent seen you for ages!

The two laughed and sat down at another table. Selys was just about to tell Erin all about her troubles managing the guild with so many new adventurers when Erin remembered her magical soups and hurried into the kitchen to get them. She called over Halrac and some of the other adventurers as she explained how they worked.

What do you think? Can I interest you in any of it?

Ulrien, Halrac, Seborn, and Selys all stared dubiously down into the jar of blue, thick soup Erin had opened. It did not look appetizing, but after a second Halrac picked up the jar. He sniffed it once, and then gulped a mouthful down. Selys shuddered. Halracs face didnt change as he handed it to Ulrien.

Not bad. We dont need it, but I can mention it to some [Scouts] I know.

You think theyd want it?

Halrac raised his eyebrows.

This? Oh yes. If they can move around with less clothing on, its less to carry and less noise. Theyll buy it.

Adventurers too. Anyone wearing armor in the snow will want this.

Ulrien made a face as he swallowed. He pushed the jar over to Selys. The Drake raised her hands.

I can get grandmauh, the Guild to sell this. But Im not drinking it.

Aw. Come on Selys, its not that bad. And it works! Just try it!

No.

Please?

No, Erin.

Pretty please?

No.

Well, okay. But wait until you see this potion! It makes your skin tough! Do you want to try it, Seborn?

Sitting across the room, drinking some hot beef broth and wondering if she could get in on Erins business transaction, Octavia was just about to get up when a shadow blocked the light. She looked up and saw a Gnoll.

That wasnt surprising around Liscor, Gnolls being a good percentage of the citys population. But Octavia had met few Gnolls in Celum. She gulped as this one loomed over her. Itshespoke in a deep, growling voice.

Hrm. You are Octavia, yes?

Yes?

Octavia squeaked. Krshia smiled, baring all of her teeth.

I am Krshia. A [Shopkeeper]. I am told you may wish to let me sell your potions, yes? Let us talk business.

You? But Idid Erin

Octavia glanced helplessly towards Erin, but Krshia had already pulled out a seat. Octavia did her best to pull herself together. A customer was a customer, and she was a master at selling.

Well, Miss, uh, Krshia, Im one of the three best [Alchemists] in Celum. I dont like to brag, but Ive sold potions to Gold-rank adventurers and I get commissioned regularly to do research creating new potions. Now, my brews might not be the most standard, but I can assure you that my percentage is quite reasonable. A fifty percent cut of all profits is a good place to start, but I could

Mm. What is your level?

The [Alchemist] broke off nervously. Krshia was just staring at her, unblinkingly.

Mymy level? Well, I think thats a personal issue, and as we all know, levels dont always correspond to Skills of c

I will sell your potions, but if they are lower quality, I must price them as such, yes? And thenwell, we shall see. I have many levels in my class, and that must be weighed, yes? If I, a high-level [Shopkeeper], were to sell your potions, I should get a better cut, yes?

Well, yes, but no, butlets talk effort here. Im brewing the potions

But I sell them, yes? I must sell your potions. If I do not sell, no one will buy, yes? So which is more important?

Hold onif I didnt make potions

Octavias mouth was dry, but she didnt dare take a sip from her cup. She was fighting for something far more important than her life. The battle for the bigger bottom line was fought quietly in one corner of the inn. Tears were shed, and a little bit of blood. But on the whole, Erin thought shed done a good job, especially when she saw the look on Octavias face afterwards.

-

Its a pain in the ass.

Halrac was talking to Erin at a table late at night. She was trying to look as attentive as possible. She hadnt gotten a chance to speak with him since shed come back, and she knew the man wanted to talk with her, even if he wouldnt say it.

That was how the night was going. Sit at a table and chat. But dont sit too long, because someone else would want to speak with her. Erins eyes hurt. She wanted to close them, but her friends were more important.

Hows it a pain? I mean, this is a dungeon so I know theres lots of monsters

Monsters we could handle. If it were a nest wed deplete their numbers and destroy their home. But this is a magical dungeon, one where the rooms keep changing. A trap room we disarm one day might be gone the next, and in its place an entirely new trap, or a room full of monsters.

And the traps are really bad, right? Ive heard stories from Relc.

Theyre some of the worst Ive seen.

Halrac shook his head, looking grimmer than usual.

Ive seen deadlierthe one that got your friends is probably worse than most of the ones in this dungeon. But there are so many that we cant make any headway. And when we come back the next day

Theyve changed.

Erin whistled quietly and Halrac nodded. He took a sip of the drink Erin had made especially for him. There was just a drop of the faerie flower nectar in it, enough to take the edge of the day off.

So far, a lot of kids have gotten killed and the others are making no headway. Were the only group thats gone in, and we have nothing to show for it.

Is there any hope? Or do you justhave to get lucky?

Halrac shrugged.

Right now were trying to identify all the rooms on rotation. If we can figure out the trick behind most of them, we might be able to break through to the next area. Then its just a matter of anchoring ourselves at that point. There are ways to stop a magical dungeon from changing. But its the crevasse the Mrsha child found that interests me. It goes straight down into another part of the dungeon.

And thats good, right?

Maybe.

The [Scout] seemed incapable of optimism. For good reason, as he explained to Erin.

The problem with that is if we go down there, were walking into an attack on all sides. Multiple traps with wide ranges might come at us, and there are plenty of strong monsters down there. The dungeon is infested. When we went down to save the child, we ran into eight different species, some of which were fighting each other. If we hadnt all been high-level, we wouldnt have made it out.

Thank you for doing that, Halrac.

It was nothing. You should thank Zel Shivertail instead. He was the one who killed the most monsters.

Do you think hed like to go into the dungeon with you guys?

Erin saw Halrac smile, just once. She smiled too; her mission was partly accomplished.

Him? Hes no adventurer. I wouldnt have ever expected to fight beside him, but it wasgood to see. But he wouldnt risk his neck down there. Itll be us.

And its worth doing?

Who knows?

Halrac raised his eyebrows.

There could be nothing down there, or an artifact beyond our wildest imagination. But were going to look anyways, because thats what adventurers do.

Well, you can stay as long as you like. And Ill have good food and a warm bed for youand I want to see if Pisces really can rig up some kind of emergency teleport stone. If he doesI want you to all have one.

Halrac smiled.

Youre an odd [Innkeeper], Miss Solstice.

I know!

Thank you. Itspleasant being here.

Erin smiled at him, and felt her eyes threatening to close.

Thats all I want to hear. Would you like a refill?

-

And then it was night time. Somehow, everyone had vanished, leaving Erin alone in her inn. She sat at a table, head resting against the wall. It was dark. Snow was falling. Everyone had gone.

And Erin was beyond tired. She was so tired she had passed into that special realm where she was too tired to sleep. She stared out the window as the snow fell and made to bury the world. One last hurrah, before the weather turned and the world slowly began to warm.

Its going to be very, very deep tomorrowIll have to shovel itcant open the door I bet

Erin murmured dreamily to herself, slurring the words. They were just fragments of thought, things she had to do. She had so much to do.

I forgot to get a Christmas tree. Oh well. I guess I can try tomorrow

One day to get everyone to buy presents. She had to figure out who would get what firstprobably before she talked to anyone. So now or before dawn. And Erin had to get presents herself, get ready for the partybuy more food, figure out traditional Christmasy foods, decorate the inn

If she pushed the date back shed have more time. But Christmas came before the New Years, didnt it? And the winter solstice waswell, as close to a New Year as this world had. The Frost Faeries probably only cared about the solstice, anyways.

Solstice.

Erin stared out the window. She breathed and the glass fogged up. Erin wiped away the condensation and stared into the snowy landscape.

So tired. But shed done good, hadnt she? Shed brought a game to this world, talked with everyone, helped Krshia, Octaviabut she was tired.

So tired. Shed wake up in a few hours. Before dawn. She had a lot to do. So Erin should sleep. She knew that. But she was too tired for that. She just wantedwell, she wanted so many things. But right now she just wanted to sleep.

Was today a bad day? No, it was good. Then why did Erin feel hollow inside? Miserable? Why would she feel like that?

If youre sad, just smile. Had someone told Erin that once? Or was it just something shed grown up knowing?

Her lips twitched. Erin smiled, and then let it fade. She stared out of the window, resting her head against the wall. Not crying. Not smiling. Just staring.

She felt just a little bit tired.

At some point, Erin fell asleep. But she wasnt quite asleep. She hovered between waking and slumber, so that reality became a dream, but she was still thinking.

Smiles. Shed seen them today. That was what shed set out to collect, like Santa getting his presents or the tooth faerie flying from bed to bed. They were such brief things, smiles. But they were so valuable. And Erin had collected so many

A smile from Krshia. Brunkrs bared teeth, determined, hopeful. Mrshas big smile as she licked honey off a paw. Lyonettes mischievous grin as she fed Revi mushrooms. Relc happily eating the apple. Octavia and her gold. Jasi, performing. Bird, eating bees

Fragments. In her dream, Erin reached out and gathered the glowing shards to herself. They were the one light in a dark world filled with snow. But when she touched them, they melted and dripped from her hand. They fell down into the blackness and became stars. Erin looked down and found herself staring up into the sky. The clouds were gone, and the stars shone down. She smiled then, and she was smiling when Lyonette found her asleep the next day.

And the word that spread through the city, through two cities, was simple. It was a word never heard in this world before, a word that would not topple kings from their thrones or start revolutions. But it was a special word, nonetheless. It was something new, something that might be important, or might not. It was as important as people thought it was. But it was special to the girl who lay sleeping in her inn, too tired to lie down. It meant happiness. It was a word for joy, a word for the season. A word of power. A word from home.

A memory.

Christmas.