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Chapter 43 - The Creation of Arin
🕑 Added 2025-12-25 15:00:13 +0000 UTCRiverhaven's guild hall dwarfed anything Arin had seen before. Even Thornbridge's impressive three-story building seemed modest compared to this sprawling complex that occupied an entire city block. Multiple wings branched off from a central atrium, each dedicated to different functions, contract management, training facilities, administrative offices, and what looked like a small arena visible through archways to the east.
"This is the main hub for the entire river region," Kelsa explained as they navigated through crowds of adventurers. "Contracts from a dozen cities funnel through here. Merchants, nobles, even the crown itself posts work on these boards."
The central atrium alone held more adventurers than Thornbridge's entire guild population. Arin spotted tokens of every rank, copper, bronze, silver, and even a few gold tokens that caught the light as their wearers moved through the crowd. The noise was overwhelming, a constant roar of conversation, negotiation, and the clink of coins changing hands.
"Registration desk is this way," Kelsa said, cutting through the crowd with practiced ease. "We need to log our arrival and check if Lord Petran's contract has any specific requirements while we wait for his return journey."
The registration process proved more thorough than at smaller guild halls. A clerk examined their tokens, verified their identities against a master registry, and asked detailed questions about their purpose in Riverhaven.
"Silver rank party from Thornbridge," the clerk noted, making entries in a thick ledger. "Escorting Lord Petran, contract still active pending his return. Will you be taking additional contracts during your stay?"
"We'd like to see what's available," Kelsa said.
"Of course. The silver rank board is in the west wing, second floor. You'll find a good variety. Riverhaven always has work for capable parties." The clerk stamped their papers and handed them back. "Welcome to Riverhaven. The guild recommends the Copper Anchor Inn for visiting adventurers. Reasonable rates and tolerant of... diverse party compositions."
Arin nodded his thanks, his humanoid form drawing curious glances but less outright fear than his slime shape would have. That's the advantage of looking almost human. Strange, but categorizable.
They spent the next hour exploring the guild hall and familiarizing themselves with its layout. The Silver rank contract board offered an impressive variety of work, monster elimination, escort duties, investigation contracts, and even some that required travel to distant cities. The pay rates were noticeably higher than what they'd seen in Thornbridge.
"We could make serious coin here," Torvin observed, studying a contract for clearing a mine of rock trolls. "Look at this one, eighty gold for a week's work."
"Rock trolls regenerate," Essa pointed out. "You need fire or acid to kill them permanently. That contract's priced high for a reason."
"Arin's got acid," Torvin said with a grin. "We'd be perfect for it."
"After the Petran contract ends," Kelsa decided. "We're still technically on the job until he's ready to return to Thornbridge. But it's worth noting for later."
They claimed a table in a quieter corner of the main hall, ordering food and drinks while they planned their next steps. Around them, other adventurers conducted business, shared stories, and negotiated party compositions for upcoming contracts.
"So," Torvin said, settling into his chair with a mug of ale, "we've got several days to kill while Lord Petran attends his daughter's wedding. What's the plan?"
"Explore the city," Kelsa said. "Learn the layout, identify useful contacts, and get a feel for how things work here. Riverhaven operates differently from Thornbridge. A bigger city means more politics, more factions, more ways to make friends or enemies."
"And more shops," Essa added. "I want to visit the temples, see what healing supplies they offer. Riverhaven's temples might have things we couldn't find in smaller cities."
"Aye, and I want to see the smiths," Torvin said. "A city this size should have master craftsmen. Maybe I can get a quote on proper dwarf-style armor, even if I can't afford it yet."
They all looked at Arin.
"I want to see the river," he said.
"The docks?" Kelsa asked.
"Yes. Never seen ships up close."
It was true. Arin had seen the river from a distance when they'd approached the city, had watched the boats moving along its surface, but he'd never actually been near large vessels. The closest he'd come was Levi's books about naval exploration, illustrations of ships that seemed impossibly large and complex.
"The docks it is, then," Kelsa said. "We'll split up this afternoon, cover more ground that way. Meet back at the Copper Anchor for dinner, compare notes on what we've learned."
After finishing their meal, they left the guild hall and stepped into Riverhaven's crowded streets. The city sprawled in every direction, buildings pressing close together in a maze of alleys, main roads, and market squares. Unlike Thornbridge's relatively organized layout, Riverhaven seemed to have grown organically over centuries, with newer construction layered atop older foundations in ways that created unexpected dead ends and hidden courtyards.
"Stay alert," Kelsa warned as they navigated toward their inn. "A city this size has more than just pickpockets. Gangs control certain districts, and there are always people looking to take advantage of visitors who don't know the local rules."
They found the Copper Anchor without too much difficulty, a sturdy three-story building with a faded sign showing an anchor wrapped in copper wire. The common room was busy but not packed, filled with adventurers who looked like they'd seen their share of difficult contracts.
"Four rooms?" the innkeeper asked when they approached. She was a heavyset woman with arms that suggested she'd done her share of fighting before retiring to hospitality. Her eyes lingered on Arin for a moment, but she didn't comment.
"Three rooms," Kelsa corrected. "One single, two doubles. Our fourth member doesn't need a bed."
The innkeeper's eyebrows rose slightly. "The slime?"
"Yes."
"Long as he doesn't dissolve anything, I don't care where he rests. Five silver per night for the three rooms, meals included."
They settled their belongings in the rooms and regrouped in the common area to coordinate their afternoon plans.
"I'll check the merchant quarter," Kelsa said. "Get a sense of the major trading houses, who has influence, and what goods move through the city. That kind of information is always useful."
"Temple district for me," Essa said. "I'll make offerings, ask about healing resources, maybe learn what news the faithful are sharing."
"Smiths and armorers," Torvin confirmed. "And maybe the dwarf quarter, if there is one. Cities this size usually have ethnic districts."
"There's a dwarf quarter near the eastern bridge," Kelsa said. "I saw it marked on the map in the guild hall. Should be easy to find."
"I'll go to the docks," Arin confirmed.
"Be careful near the water," Essa cautioned. "I don't know how well you handle large bodies of water, but falling in could be dangerous."
"I'll be careful."
They separated at the inn's entrance, each heading in a different direction. Arin made his way toward the river, following the general downward slope of the streets and the growing smell of water, fish, and tar.
The docks district was unlike anything he'd experienced. The streets widened as they approached the water, making room for wagons loaded with cargo. Warehouses lined the roads, their massive doors open to reveal goods from across the kingdom and beyond, bolts of cloth, barrels of wine, crates marked with symbols Arin didn't recognize.
And then he saw the river itself.
The water stretched wider than he'd imagined, easily a quarter mile across at this point. Dozens of vessels crowded the docks, small fishing boats, medium-sized cargo barges, and several massive ships with masts that towered above the surrounding buildings. Crews worked on the decks and along the piers, loading and unloading cargo with practiced efficiency.
This is how goods move across the kingdom, Arin realized. Not just by road, but by water as well. Faster, probably cheaper for heavy cargo.
He moved closer to the water's edge, staying on the wooden planks of the pier rather than risking the actual waterline. The river's current was strong here, pushing steadily toward the distant sea. He could feel the moisture in the air, taste it when he extended his senses.
"First time seeing the river up close?"
Arin turned to find an older human watching him with mild curiosity. The man wore the rough clothing of a dockworker, his hands calloused and his face weathered by years of sun and wind.
Y E S I T I S B I G
"Biggest river in the kingdom," the man said, apparently unbothered by Arin's unusual method of communication. "Runs all the way from the mountains to the sea. You can travel from here to the capital in three days by fast barge, or down to Stormhaven in five."
"Stormhaven?" Arin asked.
"Port city at the river's mouth. Where the real ships are, ocean-going vessels that trade with other kingdoms." The man squinted at Arin. "You're that slime adventurer, aren't you? Heard talk in the taverns about a Silver rank party with a slime member."
"Yes, that is me," Arin said.
My humanoid form is making conversations like this easier. People actually seem more comfortable talking to me since I have a face.
"Just watch yourself near the water. Current's strong, and I don't know if slimes can swim."
"Can float," Arin said. "But the current would be a problem."
"Smart to know your limits." The man nodded and returned to his work, leaving Arin to continue his exploration.
He spent the next two hours moving through the docks district, observing the organized chaos of river commerce. He watched crews load cargo onto barges, saw merchants negotiate prices with ship captains, and noticed the subtle hierarchy that governed who could access which piers. The larger vessels had dedicated berths near the center of the docks, while smaller boats were relegated to the edges.
Everything has a system, Arin thought. Rules that aren't written down but everyone knows. The guild has ranks, the docks have berths, and the city has districts. Understanding the systems is how you navigate the world.
He also noticed the less legitimate aspects of dock life. Certain warehouses had guards who watched passersby with calculating eyes. Some cargo was moved at odd hours, loaded onto boats that left without the usual paperwork checks. A few times, Arin spotted exchanges of coins that seemed disconnected from any visible goods or services.
Smuggling, probably. Or something similar. Every city has its shadows.
As the afternoon wore on, Arin made his way back toward the Copper Anchor, taking a different route to see more of the city. He passed through a market district where vendors sold everything from fresh produce to exotic spices, through a residential area where families went about their daily lives, and along a street lined with craftsmen's shops, leather workers, weavers, chandlers, and coopers.
The variety was overwhelming. Greengate had seemed large when he'd first arrived there, and Thornbridge had dwarfed Greengate. But Riverhaven made Thornbridge look provincial. This was a true city, a place where thousands of people lived and worked and pursued their own goals, most of them never interacting with adventurers, monsters, or the dangerous world beyond the walls.
This is what civilization looks like. What Levi grew up with, what he understood instinctively. I'm still learning.
He reached the Copper Anchor as the sun began its descent toward the horizon. Torvin was already there, enjoying an ale and looking pleased with himself.
"Good day?" the dwarf asked as Arin settled into a chair nearby.
"Found the docks interesting," Arin said.
"I'll bet. I found the dwarf quarter, nice folk, reminded me of home. And I got a quote on proper armor." He grimaced. "Four hundred gold for what I want. Going to take a while to save that much."
"That is a lot," Arin agreed.
"Master-crafted dwarf plate isn't cheap. But it's worth it, armor like that can last generations, pass from parent to child. My grandfather's armor saved my father's life twice." Torvin's expression grew wistful. "Someday I'll have armor like that. Just need to keep working."
Essa arrived next, carrying a small bundle of supplies. "The temples here are well-stocked. I found healing salves we couldn't get in Thornbridge, and the priests were generous with information. Apparently, Riverhaven sees a lot of adventurer traffic, so they're used to treating unusual injuries."
"Learn anything useful?" Torvin asked.
"A few things. There's tension between the merchant council and the noble families over river tariffs. The temples are staying neutral, but it's affecting trade in ways that might create opportunities for adventurers." She sat down and ordered tea. "Also, the Light temple here has connections to the one in…" she paused, glancing at Arin, "...in other major cities. They share information regularly."
Kelsa arrived last, looking thoughtful. "The merchant quarter is complicated. At least six major trading houses compete for dominance, and they all hire adventurers for various tasks, guarding shipments, investigating rivals, sometimes things that aren't strictly legal." She sat down and waved for ale. "We should be careful about which contracts we take here. Getting involved in merchant politics could make enemies we don't want."
"So what's our plan?" Torvin asked.
"For now, we wait for Lord Petran's wedding to conclude and escort him back to Thornbridge. That completes our current contract cleanly." Kelsa sipped her ale. "While we wait, we take small jobs, nothing that ties us to any faction, nothing that creates obligations. Build our reputation as reliable, neutral professionals."
"And after Petran?" Essa asked.
"We come back here. Riverhaven has the contracts we need to advance, the resources to improve our equipment, and the connections to help us with..." she glanced at Arin, "...longer-term goals. But we do it carefully, one step at a time."
“One step at a time,” Arin said.
"Exactly." Kelsa raised her mug. "To Riverhaven. May it be profitable and not get us killed."
"Low bar," Torvin said with a grin, "but I'll drink to it."
They clinked their drinks together, three mugs and Arin's raised hand, and settled into comfortable conversation
The evening passed pleasantly, with good food, better ale, and the easy camaraderie of a party that had learned to trust each other. Other adventurers came and went from the common room, some pausing to study Arin with curiosity or wariness, but none caused trouble.
As the night deepened and his party members retired to their rooms, Arin found a quiet corner of the common room where he could rest without disturbing anyone. The innkeeper had offered him space in the cellar, but he'd declined. He wanted to observe the late-night crowd, to learn what kind of people frequented this inn when the sun was down.
This city is bigger than anything I've known. More complex, more dangerous, but also more full of possibilities. The guild here has contracts that could make us wealthy. The temples have knowledge that could help us grow stronger. The merchants have connections that span the kingdom.
And somewhere upstream, three days by fast barge, is Vyrdan.
He pushed that thought aside. Kelsa was right, they weren't ready. Rushing toward his goal would only get them killed. Better to build strength here, to learn how the larger world worked, to become capable enough that when the time came, they'd have a real chance of success.
Patience. Planning. Preparation.
Levi would approve.
The common room slowly emptied as the hour grew late. A few dedicated drinkers remained, along with a group in the corner who seemed to be negotiating something complicated involving maps and whispered numbers. The innkeeper moved between tables, collecting empty mugs and wiping down surfaces with practiced efficiency.
Eventually, even the last customers departed, and the innkeeper nodded to Arin as she headed for her own quarters. "Sleep well, slime. Or whatever it is you do."
"Rest well," Arin replied.
She snorted—amusement or acknowledgment, Arin couldn't tell—and disappeared through a back door.
Alone in the darkened common room, Arin shifted back to his natural slime form, feeling the familiar relief as the essence drain stopped. Humanoid form was for daylight hours, for conversations and cities. But for rest, for thinking, his original shape was still home.
Tomorrow would bring new opportunities. Maybe a small contract to keep their skills sharp. Maybe more exploration of the city's many districts. Maybe conversations with other adventurers who could share useful knowledge.
Whatever came, they'd face it together.
That was what mattered.
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Raymond Mouton
Thanks for the chapters. Merry Christmas !
