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3.14. Conversation With the Grandmaster
🕑 Added 2022-08-27 17:35:39 +0000 UTCThe grandmaster’s office was big enough for a low desk and a meeting table surrounded by cushions. On, the wall behind the desk hung a painting of a forest scene—the setting dark, with just a hint of a sunbreak in the background and a chliapp lion prowling forward, away from the light and towards the viewer.
Tapestries hung on the other walls—more forest scenes, but nothing as ominous as the lion. That one continued to draw my eye.
The room’s other big feature was a metal spiral staircase leading up to the second floor. As the others moved towards the cushions around the table, I detoured to peek upward, and saw that the stairs continued up all the way to the third floor and hatch set into the ceiling.
Then, I spotted on the desk what looked like a couple of unideer antlers being used as paperweights, and my hands itched to get a hold of them. Did they have the same Cold Snap spell as Antler-Sensei back home? Or something different?
I must’ve unintentionally wandered closer for a look, because Mumu called, “Eight, over here.”
Oops, everyone else was already sitting, so I scooted towards the table instead. Mumu had kept an open spot next to her for me, and I took it.
“Now then,” Silasenei said, looking at each person in turn, “we are all here, so explain.”
“That Borba I talked to you about,” Mumu said, “we believe he’s in the city.”
“And he got in by killing one of my men,” Sondo said.
All it took was a moment to think before Silasenei said, “Ah, for the soldier’s necklace, to pass through the smoke. Then, Borba snuck past through the gate using the spells he’d stolen from our Inneioleia.”
“Yes—” Mumu began, but Sondo interrupted.
He said, “We’ll need compensation for our soldier’s family, and for the Hunter’s Lodge to catch their wayward mule before he kills anyone else.”
Silasenei nodded to each demand. “We will, of course, do what needs be done.”
Sondo looked directly her as he spoke. “I will also say that Knight Ithia has not been pleased with the Hunter’s Lodge of late. The conflict with the Healer’s Lodge is already complicating life in Albei, and she does not like it when things get complicated.”
Honestly, I don’t know how he could stay so composed—his eyes didn’t flinch at all when facing the grandmaster. Me, on the other hand, I could barely look at her. Every time I did, I sensed I was being watched, even while she was focused on Sondo. I felt like I was being flayed open for her to examine my insides.
“Borba is one thing, and the healers another,” Silasenei said.
“And the healers will use Borba against you. You know they will. Don’t let them. Better yet, make peace with healers. Resolve both situations, and quickly.”
There was a beat where Silasenei tilted her head, just enough to indicate she’d heard Sondo, and then she said again, “We will, of course, do what needs be done.” The faintest upturn at the edges of her lips accompanied her words.
Which didn’t please Sondo. “That’s what I’m damned afraid of,” he said.
Silasenei’s response was as dry as a bone left to bleach in the sun. “Then you should probably also have a conversation with the healer’s grandmaster too, yes? About resolving things peacefully.”
“I have and I will again,” Sondo said. He glanced towards Mumu and me, and seemed to decide to continue speaking in spite of our presence. “The soldiers and hunters have long been allies. We’re with you in this, but there are times when you have to give ground to take it later.”
Silasenei’s eyes narrowed, her voice became heated. “And how many of our hunters and soldiers will we lose until then? Too many. Will the healers ever let us have anything that threatens their hold on our wellbeing? Never, and you know it. At some point, Captain, you will need to make a stand, but don’t worry... as always, the hunters will find a way.”
With that, the conversation was essentially over. Sondo and Silasenei talked a bit more, the both of them ignoring Mumu and me, until the captain said his farewells, gave us all a nod, and left.
The grandmaster waited until the door closed, then a few more moments as she appeared to be listening to something before she turned towards us, her eyes as bright and sharp as her knives. They took in the details of me—the cloak and armor, both damaged by the recent encounter with the cutter hawks; the shock of black hair on my head that wouldn’t be tamed no matter what my family did; and my own curious-wary-anxious eyes that examined her in turn.
Ever since walking into the Albei Hunter’s Lodge, Yuki had hidden themselves away, becoming one with the land that was me, and I folded myself around them even more.
“Do you need to use the toilet, boy? You look like you’ve got a tree stuck up your ass.”
I sputtered, caught completely off guard by the grandmaster. My mental preparation for whatever discussion or interrogation was coming next were scattered, which was no doubt her intention.
“That’s better,” she said, her expression softening. “Now that looks like the face of a boy. You hear me in there, young Eight, in that head and heart of yours? Don’t be in too much of a hurry to be older than you need to be. It’s better to blend with your place in the world.”
Silasenei chuckled at what must’ve been the confused expression on my face. At the same time, a sadness revealed itself on her face. Her eyes were still as pointed as ever, but they no longer felt directed at me. It was from this complicated mixture of emotions that she spoke next.
“Your grandmaster is not a fool, and Inleio was my friend. Of course, I’d share a bit of wisdom with his apprentice, with both his apprentices. Do you hear me, young Mumu, young Eight? A hunter learns the land, hides in the land, and hunts from the land—their weapons ever at the ready. But sometimes the land keeps secrets, and a hunter knows to keep them too.”
Is she... is she talking about Yuki? The advice was general enough, sure, but if you happened to know about Yuki, then it took on a different meaning.
I glanced at Mumu, and it was as if the grandmaster’s words were stones thrown into her like she was a pool of water, the surface rippling as they sank deep within. There wasn’t any guilt, though, and nothing that indicated she’d told Silasenei about me.
But Inleio might have. He’d been a practical man, and I could see him sharing my secret if he’d thought he needed to. Or it served a purpose important enough. I sighed at the thought, and it just so happened that Mumu did too at the same time, rousing from her own speculations.
“Our Voorhei never fails to be interesting.” What amusement there was on Silasenei’s face disappeared, and her voice became business-like. "But time is short, and you have a man to hunt. The land knight’s soldiers will likely become involved too, but the responsibility is yours.”
“Inleio will be avenged,” Mumu said, clenching her fists in her lap. “I promise it. My Wild Sense won’t work within the city, and my Tracker is useless among so many people, but—” she gestured towards me— “our Eight has an Uncanny version of the talent. There are also his spirit eyes—”
I shook my head. “There are too many people and ghosts. Any disturbances will be lost among them.”
“Still, an Uncanny talent may be enough,” Silasenei said. “The lodge will also listen for news of attacks on animals or people, and share the information with you.”
“You may want to include disappearances with that,” I said. “Borba knows we’re hunting him, and he’ll hide his kills to keep us from picking up his trail.”
“Any serious illnesses too,” Mumu said. “He may mark people with his Siphon, and leave them be so that he can drain them slowly over time.”
“For that, we’ll have to talk to the healers,” Silasenei said, “which I’d rather not do—the discussion between them and us are already... tense. But we will find out what we can using our own means.”
“About the Healer’s Lodge—” I started, but Silasenei cut me off with a gesture.
Then, she brought her hands down towards her lap so that they’d only be visible to us, and with small movements signed, Always assume someone is listening. Aloud she said, “Leave the negotiations for your spells to us. We will do what we can.”
As she spoke, she signed, We will do what we must. Be careful, though. So will the healers.
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The rest of the meeting didn’t last too long, and was mostly filled with Mumu getting reamed for having left Voorsowen in that state that she had. Technically, it was Borba’s family who was on the hook for making reparations for the damages, but people being people, some of the ranchers had bypassed the reeve and tried to get something from the Hunter’s Lodge too.
As far as I was concerned, it was all noise in comparison to the hunt for Borba, so I tuned out and considered my Uncanny Tracker talent instead. Clearly, Silasenei and Mumu had more faith in it than I did. The talent had been useful, sure, but my early dreams of how it worked had proven themselves unfounded.
At the time, when I’d first gained the talent, I’d thought that it’d work like in some of the games I’d played: that it’d provide an overlay over my vision highlighting signs of my prey’s passage. My expectation was that, even if there was nothing obvious, I’d see glowing prints, smears of color, or something like that.
Instead, what I got was something much more diffuse—a nebulous feeling that was all too easily missed if I was distracted, stressed, or not paying close attention. Like, for example, when hunting a deadly mankiller.
In my past life, I’d become pretty good at paying attention to my intuition—usually around people, but other things too, like the weather and the logistics around filming. Those times could be stressful too—very much so—which meant I wasn’t completely unprepared for my current circumstances, but... I don’t know why, but I just wasn’t feeling confident about Uncanny Tracker working.
It was weird—I usually had a good sense of my capabilities, and had learned to not be afraid of trying new things. Really, that was one of the biggest benefits of growing older—by the time you’re in your sixties, you know yourself pretty well, assuming you’ve been paying attention and been intentional about you lived it, which I had.
Maybe it was an aftereffect being drugged earlier? My stomach was still queasy, and I felt washed out, like I’d stayed up a couple of nights in a row.
Or was it my opponent? Borba knew how the Hunter’s Lodge operated. He’d also seen me use my Uncanny Tracker talent, and my spirit eyes too. The former hunter had a solid grasp of our capabilities, which would make evading us... not simple, but possible. Much too possible for comfort.
He didn’t know about Yuki nor that we’d brought Ikfael with us, but I didn’t expect either of them to provide an immediate advantage in tracking him down in a city full of people. I’d ask them both for their advice later, but I wasn’t hopeful. Both Yuki and Ikfael were strangers to cities. My sense was that even when Ikfael had lived as Ikiira, she’d been inexperienced.
So, where did that leave me? Nowhere certain. I’d just have to do my best, and see what happens. How did Tegen put it that one time?
“Imperfect stones line the Path to Perfection.”
I supposed that included imperfect talents too.
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Eventually, Mumu and I were escorted out by the grandmaster and brought to the lodge’s lobby. Silasenei didn’t have anything else to say in parting, but gave us each a look full of expectations before leaving.
The other hunters from Voorhei were clumped together in a corner of the lobby, many of them tucked into each other asleep. They looked a proper mess, all of them—travel worn and grungy, their clothes grimed with dried sweat and mud.
Honestly, even as dirty as they were, I wanted to throw myself into the pile, but I held back. The moment I let myself really rest, I’d be out like a light. As it was, I endured, and kept myself upright next to Mumu as she debriefed Dura and Susu. The two team leaders had stayed awake to wait for us.
I could see Mumu running on pure willpower too, but she heard them out and gave them their instructions.
Susu’s team was tasked with arranging our lodgings. There were apparently a number of inns that catered to visiting hunters, and our teams had prior relationships with a few. Afterward, they’d hit the markets. We were still good for provisions, but we’d burned through all our first aid supplies.
As for Dura’s team, Mumu asked them to accompany us as we searched the city for Borba. None of us was in proper fighting trim, so we’d have to make up for it with numbers if somehow managed to find him.
When I asked if two teams hunters walking the streets would stand out, Mumu told me, “Only a little.” Apparently, it wasn’t unusual for visiting groups to stick together. We’d be marked as out-of-towners, but that’d be obvious from our demeanor anyway.
To me, that meant watching out for pickpockets and higher prices from merchants, which, when I mentioned it to the others, they all just tiredly nodded.
Yep, welcome to the big city. Some things you can count on.
No one was to travel alone; every hunter should always stick with their teams. Just because we were hunting Borba, it didn’t mean he couldn’t hunt us in turn.
Finally, Dura handed me my share of the bounty for the cutter hawks—half an antaak in coins. He told me that the others had agreed to give me a quintuple share in recognition for both playing bait and the healing I’d provided afterward.
There was also a small pouch of silvery nuggets. They were tiny little things, but together the silverlight added up.
That, in turn, reminded Mumu of the silverlight she’d been holding onto from the giant owl hunt, which she decided to distribute even though Kesa’s team wasn’t present. “We strengthen ourselves when we can,” she said, giving me a triple share.
From the cutter hawks, I gained:
133 silverlight gathered. 120 absorbed.
And from the giant owl:
210 silverlight gathered. 189 absorbed.
The combined silverlight fluttered through me, and for a moment I felt lifted up, buoyed by the rush. The air in my lungs swirled, crisp and cold, and the chill seeped into the rest of me, icing my meridians. My breath frosted when I breathed out, but just the once and then the feeling was gone. In its aftermath, I found myself reaching after the relief it’d brought.
Yuki and I had tempered my meridians so that they could withstand my lightning-aspected qi, yet the channels still tended to run hot, especially when under heavy spellcasting. That was fine really—the benefits were more than worth the occasional discomfort, but things had felt awfully good there for a while.
A notification blinked on my phone:
Aeromancy increased from 5 to 6.
I let out another breath, and thought about the last time I’d gained a skill rank from absorbing silverlight. That had been a gain in my Poison Arts from an undead hellmouth, and it’d triggered a long conversation with Ikfael about the nature of silverlight.
The gist that the silverlight remaining after death was the ‘crusty stuff’ left over from natural processes converting silverlight into useable forms, but because of silverlight’s nature—it was literally one of the fundamental building blocks of creation—the cores carried within them memory and meaning.
No souls, thank goodness, but the echo of them made manifest, which was heady stuff and eased my concerns about absorbing silverlight from the fallen. Mostly, anyway. A part of me continued to worry and likely always would. Anything having to do with the dead had been a sensitive topic for my first family, and that had stuck with me through the years.
I shook off my thoughts, and noticed others doing the same after they’d absorbed their shares of the silverlight. Not all of them had, since the stuff tended to go to heads of households, and not everyone present was one. Still, there were enough that the teams waited for them to finish before heading out.
Outside, the sun was dropping behind the western wall, casting long shadows across the city. There were still people at work across the Butchery, but a cart traveled from spot to spot to deliver braziers and firewood.
The cart’s driver, an old man wrapped in a coat, called out in a singsong voice: “A fire to light your way. A fire to warm your bones. A fire to see the work done.” The translation into English wasn’t anything special, but in Diaksh the phrases were quite melodic.
Mumu tapped me on the shoulder, and gestured that we should get going. We were headed to the city gate next where we’d hopefully we’d pick up Borba’s trail once again.
Comments
3seed
There's absolutely nothing to keep someone from buying their way to higher levels. However, assuming they don't do any work, all they'll get are: 1. The opportunity to choose a path, the options for which will depend on how they've lived their lives. 2. The bonus to body power, qi, and mana, which is percentage increase to their base capacities. So, if they're never trained in any of these energies, the increases won't be that great. Attribute growth, talents, blessings, and skill ranks... all require effort of some kind to be recognized and boosted by the World Spirit.
Adrian Gorgey
So, I had a question about Silverlight. Is all it takes to gain a level to absorb it? What's to stop, for example, a rich kid who's never done anything from absorbing a bunch of silverlight and getting tons of stats? Is it possible, but they can't compare to someone who cultivated their talent? Or does it become harder to absorb silverlight without some growth from you to accompany it?
