The Wandering Inn

Book 1: Chapter 33

[Innkeeper Level 12!]

Someday, Erin was going to hear that annoying message in her head and jump off a cliff. But at least shed gotten eight solid hours of sleep afterwards.

Blearily, Erin got up and wondered if she leveled because of the skeleton. Something to do with the skeleton? Did [Innkeepers] level up from getting bodyguards? Orbouncers?

Skeletons bounce?

Erin blinked around at the room for several minutes. It was too early to think about complex things. She wanted a few things in no short order. Bathroom, food, andthat was about it.

The bathroom issue was hard. There were no real toilets in her inn. Erin had no idea why, but some shattered pottery upstairs and a terrible staining around the general area in each room made her think chamber pots had been in style here.

Erin wasnt about to use a chamber pot. So she had gotten into the practice of digging (and then covering with bits of sawdust and dirt) a latrine around the back of her inn. It was messy, disgustingand she really wasnt happy about squatting in the open.

Something had to be done. That was what Erin decided as she finished her mercifully quick business and grabbed the roll of toilet paper. At least this world had something like toilet paper, if not as fluffy and easy on the skin. But the bathroom issue was bad. Someday, someone was going to walk up and then Erin would die of shame or possibly stab them to death.

But once the bathroom issue was finished with, Erin could then wash her hands with what water she still had in one of her buckets and get breakfast. She was running low on water, too. That meant another trip to the stream, possibly combined with dodging flying fish if they were in a bitey mood today.

At this point the thought of ducking a several-hundred pound monster full of teeth barely even bothered Erin. It was just another chore. She mechanically opened the shelves in her kitchen, wishing again she had the preservation runes. But they were expensive and she only had just under ten gold pieces. Another thing to worry about later. Shed put it on her list.

Erin turned, jar of milk in one hand and nearly tripped over her sleeping area. She grabbed a counter to steady herself and added moving her sleeping area to the list. She really, really didnt want to trip someday and splash boiling water all over herself.

But it was such a nice sleeping area. And it would be so muchsome work to move it.

She had a lovely little blanket and pillows shed used to make a semi-permanent bedspread in a corner of the kitchen. True, it would have been nice to have a mattress, but Erin had been counting her coins until recently. Now she could spring for one, Erin dreamed of a queen-sized bed with silk sheets. Shed never tried silk sheets, but maybe Krshia had them? Probably not.

Still half-asleep, Erin walked around her kitchen, assembling a breakfast of sorts. There was actually a quite acceptable cereal that went well with the rich cows milk Erin bought. Sprinkle a little sugar in there and it would be delicious.

Since sugar was too expensive for that, Erin instead sliced up some blue fruit into the bowl. That was nearly as good.

Food, done. Erin walked out into the common room and set her bowl on the table. She pulled a chair outand then noticed something was standing behind her. Slowly, she looked around.

Two glowing blue flames illuminated a fleshless head. A skeleton grinned at her, inches away from Erins face.

Aaaaaaaaah!

Erin screamed even as she punched. The skeleton caught a fist to the head and staggered backwards. It fell down. Erin clutched at her fist.

Ow! Ow, owgo over there!

Obediently, the skeleton got up and walked over to the corner. It watched as Erin waved her hand around and cursed for a while. When she was done, Erin marched up and poked the skeleton in the ribs.

Hey! I thought I told you to stay upstairs!

It shook its head. Erin blinked and then got mad. She poked at the skeleton again and her finger went straight into the rib cage. Shuddering, Erin pulled her finger back.

I distinctly remember telling you to clean the rooms upstairs.

The skeleton nodded. Erin glared.

Well? Why are you down here?

It stared at her. Erin supposed it was just as well the skeleton hadnt responded. She glared at the staircase.

Okay wise guy. Lets see just what happened while I was asleep.

She stomped up the stairs, the skeleton following her close behind. Erin walked into one of the dirty rooms

And stopped.

Whoa.

Something had changed. It was like one of those spot the difference games in newspapers, except that the difference here was everything. Erin blinked around at the spotless room and wondered if she was hallucinating. If she was, she preferred not to wake up.

Slowly, she stared at the walls, the floors, and the windows. All were spotless. All were clean. She could even see the original color of the floorboards. Instead of their dirty grey-brown, theyd transformed into a lustrous golden brown that was actually pleasing to look at.

Okay. Okay, thats um

Erin turned and blinked at the skeleton.

Did you do all the rooms like this?

It nodded. The skeleton walked over to a corner of the room and picked something up. It brought a bucket over to Erin and a scrap. She squinted at it. It lookedit looked like a piece of a dustrag. A tiny piece.

Wheres the rest of it gone, then?

The skeleton shrugged. Erin wondered where the rest of the dirt and grime had gone. There was a sludgy substance in the bucket, but it looked like the skeleton had just tossed the grime out the window for the most part. Erin could get behind that cleaning style.

And each room was spotless. Well, there were some spots. Despite the skeletons best efforts, it still couldnt clean away mildew. Some of the rotted boards still needed replacing, but Erin had [Basic Crafting] and a hammer. She was a god of minor repairs.

The entire upper floor was suddenly, miraculously, habitable. Erin wandered around each room in a daze. She returned to the first room and wondered if the floors were softer here than in the kitchen. Well, the skeleton had done a good job after all. Erin wasnt sure what to make of that. But the rooms were clean.

Then she had a thought. Erin looked up.

Hey! You missed the ceiling!

The skeleton stared at her, and then up at the still dirty ceiling. Erin scowled at it.

I said clean everything. The floor, the walls, windowsand the ceiling. I said that, right?

The skeleton shook its head. Erin scowled at it.

Well, I thought it. And you should have done it anyways!

There was no way to tell if the skeleton was angry, sad orskeletons didnt have emotions, right? But the flames in the skeletons eyes dimmed for a second as Erin glared at it.

She felt bad. Not because she cared much about the skeletons feelings, but because Erin could at least tell when she was being a jerk. She relented.

Okay. You did a good job.

The skeleton seemed to brighten at that. It followed Erin downstairs. She sat down with a sigh at her breakfast and then paused. The skeleton was standing right next to her. She pointed.

Go over there.

It walked over to one corner. Erin eyed the skeleton and spoke again.

Turn around.

It did. At last, Erin was able to enjoy her meal without twin glowing eyes watching her every bite.

Breakfast came and went, fairly quickly too. Erin was hungry. But she wasnt savoring her meal like she normally did. Instead, she was thinking. When she was done she pushed her bowl back and stared with narrowed eyes at the skeleton. Well. What was the saying about lemons and life? If life gives you lemonsburn down the lemon factory? Something like that.

Anyways, it was time to get to work. Erin cleared her throat.

Hey, you.

Instantly the skeleton turned around. She shook her head.

Get the bucket and follow me, okay?

She got up as the skeleton immediately ran upstairs and walked into the kitchen. Erin was rich enough now to have more than one bucket, and so both she and the skeleton were equipped as they left the inn and walked to the stream.

It was a quiet walk. Erin told the skeleton to follow her further back and she tried to ignore it mostly as she strolled along. Maybe she could have talked to it, butno. The day Erin started holding conversations with skeletons was the day she finally snapped.

They got to the stream. Erin told the skeleton to thoroughly wash its bucket out first before they filled both up with water. It was just as well she had a bucket for drinking water and a bucket for washing water anyways. Shed deliberately marked both buckets with some paint to avoid drinkingwhatever was still clinging to the bucket the skeleton was lifting.

Okay, lets go.

Erin reached for her bucket, but the skeleton got there first. It seized first the handle of its own bucket and then hers and tried to lift both. It strained, and pulled, but it could barely move either full bucket more than an inch. Erin shook her head.

See, thats just sad.

The skeleton clattered its teeth together. Erin shuddered. She grabbed her bucket and lifted it up. It was heavy, but she was stronger than the skeleton.

Dont do that. Take one bucket and follow me.

Awkwardly, the skeleton hefted one of the full buckets of water and staggered after Erin. She walked quickly, trying to balance speed with avoiding losing too much water over the sides.

She was used to the trek from the stream to the inn, but her arm still vaguely ached by the time she got back. But ever since shed acquired the [Lesser Strength] skill, the trip had become far less painful. And this time she didnt even have to make two round trips.

Okay! Waters done. Now lets get some food.

Erin left the two buckets inside the inn, grabbed a basket, and walked off. The skeleton followed her obediently, as the two walked across the rolling grassy landscape. They walked for about six minutes before Erin threw her arm out and stopped the skeleton in its tracks. It stared at her, confused.

Watch it. Rock Crab.

She pointed. The skeleton looked and saw about two hundred meters away, a large boulder slowly moving across the landscape. Underneath the large shell of rock, the skeleton could see massive legs slowly propelling the boulder around.

When the skeleton realized what the Rock Crab really was, it immediately raised its fists and tried to charge the slow-moving monster. Erin had to grab the skeleton by one bony arm.

Hold it! What are you doing?

The skeleton fought to run at the crab. Erin ordered it to stay still.

Dont try to fight that thing! Itll eat you. Orsnap you in two like a bunch of twigs.

Reluctantly, the skeleton subsided. It stared hard at the Rock Crab which ignored both Erin and the skeleton as it wandered off. When it had disappeared over a hill Erin let the skeleton go.

Dont be stupid. Come on and follow me.

The skeleton walked after Erin. Eventually, they came to the blue fruit orchard. Erin showed the skeleton how to gather fruits.

See the basket? Fill the basket.

So saying, Erin handed the skeleton her basket and sat down. Instantly, the skeleton began running around the orchard, gathering up fallen fruit and kicking trees to make the fruit fall. Erin sat under a tree and took a quick nap.

-

Having a skeleton was quite useful. In a few minutes the skeleton had filled Erins basket to overflowing. It carefully walked back to Erin, trying not to spill the ripe fruits.

Erin didnt react as the skeleton approached. She was sleeping. The skeleton hesitated, and then placed the basket at her feet. It stood and waited, but she slept on. She was truly asleep.

The skeleton hesitated. It seemed to be thinking. At last, it turned and began scanning the landscape around Erin. Was it checking for threats? Erin couldnt tell.

One of her eyelids had been cracked open ever so slightly as the skeleton approached. Now that it was looking the other way, Erin sighed inaudibly and sat up. Well, at least the skeleton wasnt going to try killing her in her sleep. Shed had a terrible night last night worrying the same thing. But Pisces seemed to have done an okay job on the skeleton. Still, shed keep an eye on it.

It was useful, but she still didnt quite trust it.

Erin clapped her hands together. The skeleton whirled around, and then relaxed when it saw only Erin.

Okay, good job. Lets go back to the inn.

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Erin showed the skeleton where to place the basket of blue fruits and then stretched.

Alright. Chores are mostly done. Now what?

The skeleton stared at Erin. It certainly wasnt going to come up with ideas on its own.

I could go to the city.

Erin mused, eying the skeleton. She really didnt want to leave it alone just yet, but there was a lot more to do in Liscor than here. She was wondering if she could give the skeleton a simple task like gathering acid flies from the traps when she heard the door open.

She and the skeleton looked around. Erin saw Pawn and two Workers step through the doorway. She smiled and waved at them. The skeleton had a different reaction. It opened its jaw and the twin flames in its skull flared.

!

The skeleton charged Pawn and the two Antinium with a wordless rattling whisper-shout. It was a sound that sounded like someone sighing, only far louder.

Pawn and the two Workers froze, uncertain. They backed into one another but they were too big to slip out the door. The skeleton leapt at them

Hey!

Erins fist caught the skeleton in the head and knocked the skull clean off the rest of the body. Pawn and the Workers stopped. The skeleton flailed around wildly. Then it stopped.

Its head had rolled beneath a table. The skeletons main body seemed to know where it was. Erin watched as it blundered over to its head, knocking over chairs and running into tables.

The skeleton picked up its head and placed it back on its neck. The lights reappeared in its eyes and it stared at Erin.

Bad!

Erin didnt know why she was talking to the skeleton like it was a dog. She pointed at it.

You do not attack them. Got it?

The skeleton hesitated and then nodded. The light in its eyes dimmed. Erin stared at it another second and then turned to Pawn.

Sorry about that. Ive got uh, a skeleton problem.

Pawn inclined his head.

I bear no offense Erin. And I thank you for protecting us.

The two Workers bowed their heads as well. Erin waved her hands.

No, its my fault. I just got this skeleton-thing and Isorry. Um, come on in.

Awkwardly she stood aside to let Pawn and the other Workers file into the inn. They glanced at the skeleton who was still watching them. Erin stalked over and poked at the skeleton until it moved away.

Right, how can I help you guys?

We have come to play chess if you are willing, Erin Solstice. We would also purchase flies for consumption.

Sure. No problem!

Erin moved towards the kitchen and stopped. She pointed at the skeleton.

Stay. There. Dont do anything.

When she returned with a heaping bowl of dead flies and blue juice, the Antinium had already chosen a table and set up a game of chess. Erin sat with them and began playing Pawn. It was a quick game, as hed tried a new move which failed spectacularly. But Erin helped show him a better way to attack the enemy with the knight piece and let the other two Workers challenge her one by one.

As she played, she talked with Pawn.

Whats happening with the Antinium? Are you guys bothered by all the humans in the city as well?

Pawn shook his head, watching as Erin started collecting the Workers pieces one by one.

We work. We live. We die. All is unchanged among the Workers, Erin Solstice. But we hear ofthings. Something happens below.

Below? You mean where the Queen lives?

Pawn hesitated. The two Workers looked up at him and then down at the board.

Yes. Our Queen moves. She is doingsomething. We do not know what it is, but we sense it. And there is another Prognugator.

Erins hand froze over a piece. Then she moved it.

Really? Another one? This Progthis guy, hes taken over Klbkchs old job?

Yes. He guards the Hive and watches. But no Worker has seen him yet. He walks above.

Right. Um. Right.

Distracted, Erin lost a knight before she got back on track. She quickly crushed both Workers and then sighed.

Okay. Good game, guys. Youre getting better.

Pawn nodded.

We level quickly. It is rare for Workers to level. We owe you a debt, Erin Solstice.

Really? I didnt do much.

You teach. You help. You care. We know and we learn from you how to be human.

Erin grinned mirthlessly.

Being human isnt that great. But Im glad I can help a bit.

She suddenly had a thought. She glanced sideways at Pawn.

And maybe you could help me? Id like to hire you and the other Workersif youve got time. I know this is your break day, but

Pawn shook his head.

We would be happy to assist. What do you desire?

Bathroom.

Pawn tilted its head.

Bathroom?

I mean an outhouse.

Erin tried to explain. She pointed outside.

Right now I uhI have to dig a hole. Which isnt fun. I dont know if the Antinium have to go to the bathroom, but us humans like a nice toilet seat.

Toilet seat?

Never mind. How do Antinium uh, excrete? Do you have anything like a bathroom?

We have designated areas where waste is accumulated. We recycle such products within the Hive.

Ah. Um. Humans dont do that. Ever. And Id really like a bathroom. Nothing fancy.

Pawn and the two Workers nodded.

We are familiar with the construction of such facilities. It would be a simple task to construct one for you.

Oh. Thatsgreat. Ive got some wood around back and nails and stuff. I can get more if you need it. Do you um, need anything special?

We are Antinium. Building is in our nature.

Sometimes it was really hard to keep the conversation flowing with Pawn. Erin cleared her throat awkwardly.

And how much will I owe you?

Pawn hesitated.

We would not wish to charge you for this service.

Again, Erin wasnt sure what to say to that. She thought for a moment.

Tell you whatIll feed you and your friends for the rest of the week if you build it for me, no charge.

Since there were four days left in the week, Erin thought this was a fair offer. Pawn apparently did too, because he nodded.

It is agreed. We will begin at once.

As one, the three Antinium stood up. They marched over to the door. Erin got up, and then remembered. She turned her head and saw the skeleton still standing where she had left it.

As for you

Erin glared at the skeleton. It didnt quite flinch back from her.

Do not attack my guests, got it? Not unless theyre attacking me or doing something dangerous. Otherwise Ill have the Workers toss you in the outhouse and bury you. Got it?

The skeleton meekly nodded. Erin turned away.

Okay, lets get to work. Try not to get in the way.

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No matter how many times Erin saw it, she was always impressed by how efficient the Antinium were atwellanything, really. As soon as shed chosen a good spot for the outhouse just a little ways away from the inn where untoward smells wouldnt be blown towards her they immediately began excavating dirt and laying the groundwork for the outhouse.

Fortunately, Erin still had quite a bit of spare wood left over. And Pawn knew a good place to buy quality wood, so she gave them some money and let them go at it. She might have had a [Basic Crafting] as a skill, but that didnt mean she was good at constructing things. An outhouse was a bit beyond her capabilities.

And apparently, the Antinium didnt need Skills, at least not for something like this. They were just good at building things, and their bodies were naturally suited for tasks like digging and machining. Four arms were better than two.

The outhouse was a simple affair, at least by modern toilet standards. A solid wood building stood upright, shielding its sole occupant from weather and prying eyes while a small pit caught whenever fell down through the toilet hole. It was functional, sturdy, and that was all Erin needed at the moment.

It took them all day, but Erin supposed Workers didnt need to be fast. Then again, was building an outhouse from scratch really hard? Pawn and the Workers kept talking about a foundation whenever she brought them acid flies for a snack.

The skeleton scurried around, pushing dirt out of the way for the Antinium, refilling Erins water buckets, and checking her acid fly traps. She had to explain to it how to do everything the first time which was a major pain, but once she had, the skeleton remembered how to do it.

Erin had to admitgrudginglythat the skeleton was quite useful. It was efficient, in that it didnt stop to take breaks or complain like a certain human. Thanks to it, her inn was fully ready when the sun started lowering in the sky and the evening rush began.

Today Rags and eight Goblins visited Erins inn. Then Pisces came by, full of his self-importance, the Antinium walked in and announced they were done with the outhouse, and Gazi appeared out of nowhere.

It was a record-breaking crowd that sat in The Wandering Inn. They barely occupied more than a fifth of the common room, although you wouldnt know it, spread apart as they were.

Well, it was only to be expected really. The Goblins might not be too afraid of Erin, but Pisces was just another human to them and Gazi was bad news walking. They stayed away from her and the skeleton. Erin thought theyd all run when the skeleton opened the door for them, but Rags had kept them from fleeing into the hills.

The Goblins reaction had been the normal one. Pisces obviously hadnt batted an eyelid at the walking skeleton, and the Antinium just treated the skeleton with a certain wariness. When Gazi had seen the skeleton shed just blinked her massive eye and frowned for a bit without comment. Now she kept staring from the skeleton to Pisces as she ate, but she didnt directly engage the [Necromancer] in conversation.

So all of Erins guests sat more or less in their own bubble. The Antinium played more chess, Pisces scarfed down food, Gazi watched, the Goblins ate and chattered amongst themselves, and none of them talked with each other.

But they all spoke to Erin. Or at leastthe Goblins grunted at her and Rags nodded or shook her head when Erin talked. But everyone else talked to her.

I noticed your new building. I take it is meant to act as a bathroom?

Erin grinned at Gazi. She pointed at Pawn and the other Workers.

Yeah. They just put it up today. Isnt it great? Now I dont have to keep squatting in the grass. Ahem.

Gazi smiled as Erin coughed and blushed a bit.

It is useful. Although I would warn you that maintaining such a spot can be difficult. You did well to build it away from water and your inn.

Erin nodded.

Pawn told me about all the problems an outhouse causes. They smell. And they attract flies. But I think I can solve that problem with the worlds greatest cleaning fluid.

Gazi raised her single eyebrow, smiling slightly.

And what would this be?

Acid. I have more than I can use, and it eats through anything thats not stone or metal or glass really fast. I toss a bit of that in there every morning and voil! Problem solved!

Gazi blinked again. From his table, Pisces looked up and shook his head.

Once again, your fascination with such a dangerous substance is alarming at best, Miss Solstice. I trust you at least have a few healing potions prepared for the day when you drop the acid on your person?

Erin glared at him.

Im not going to be the one carrying jars of acid around. Too dangerous. Ill make that guy do it instead.

Erin pointed at the skeleton who had just returned with another basket of blue fruit. She gestured to the kitchen and it speedily walked inside.

Pisces stared at the skeleton incredulously.

Are youmaking it gather fruits? And you want to make it clean your outhouse? You do realize it is here for your protection, do you not?

Sure, sure. But its more useful helping out around the inn.

Pisces scowled at Erin as she swept around with a refill of blue juice.

That is a warrior skeleton, designed for combat.

She glared back and filled his glass up with water.

Its weaker than I am! I punched it this morning and its head came clean off!

Pisces turned red and gave Erin what she recognized as his prelude-to-sulking expression.

My creation is a work of art, but it must grow to its full potential first. It is not meant to be used for menial labor.

Erin rolled her eyes.

Menial labor is about all its good for. If I sent it out to try and kill one of those Rock Crabs itd get squashed in a heartbeat. Youre a hotshot [Necromancer] arent you? Cant you raise a Level 15 skeleton or something?

Pisces shook his head.

I could certainly create a stronger undeadbut not a higher level one. Do youdo you not understand the significance of this skeleton?

No. Is it that special?

He blinked at her.

Ah. Well, it is.

Gazi spoke up. Her eye strayed towards the skeleton, which paused as it brought bowls of acid flies out for the Antinium. She murmured into her drink.

A Level 1 [Skeleton Warrior].

Pisces nodded. Gazi blinked at him and tipped her cup in some sort of acknowledgement. Erin didnt get it, but Pisces appeared incredibly smug and self-satisfied all of a sudden.

Fine. Its great. But I still wish it was stronger.

She grumbled her way around the room, topping off glasses with her pitcher. Gazi stopped Erin and murmured to her as Erin passed by her table.

Just who is that [Necromancer], exactly?

Pisces?

Erin glanced at Pisces. He was smiling at his skeleton as it moved about the room.

Oh, hes just this weird guy I met a while ago. Heswell, I guess hes a good mage. Does necromancy stuff, but the skeleton is the first undead thing Ive ever seen him do. He also does other spells. Why?

Gazi stared at Pisces and then her eye moved away as he looked towards her. She nodded imperceptibly at him as she let Erin fill her glass.

He istalented.

Oh.

Gazi nodded. After a moment Erin shrugged and walked away. Really, what were you supposed to say to that?

-

About an hour had passed, and Erin was continuing to innkeep while her patrons ate, chatted, and, occasionally, used the new outhouse. Gazi didnt do much from her seat, but her main eye kept following Pisces, the skeleton, and Erin.

Then, as the sun began to touch the mountains and the light truly began to fade from the sky, Gazis main eye swiveled towards one window. She tapped her lips and then smiled again.

Erin noticed the half-Gazer getting up and leaving coins on the table. Gazi nodded to her as Erin bustled over.

Pardon me Erin, but I must attend to some business. I will return shortly.

Oh, sure. Have fun?

Gazi smiled and left quickly. Erin shrugged and went back to serving. About ten minutes later she heard someone knocking at the door.

Come in!

The door opened. Erin turned with a smile.

Hey, welcome!

The male, human adventurer who opened the door smiled broadly at her.

Thank you. Me and my friends were looking for a place to stay and

He caught sight of Rags and the Goblins first. The adventurer swore and grabbed at this sword.

Goblins!

Erins stomach lurched. The adventurer fell back and his two companions two other burly adventurers in armor immediately seized their weapons. Rags and her crew looked up, suddenly tense. Pawn and the Workers froze in their game. Pisces was already gone.

No, no, wait! Dont do anything!

Dropping her pitcher of juice on a table, Erin ran forwards, putting herself between the adventurers and the Goblins.

Theyre friendly! Dont attack!

The first adventurer stared at her. He was wearing a metal helmet that made his head look vaguely pot-shaped.

What are you, crazy? Theyre Goblins!

His two friends shifted behind him. One exclaimed as he caught sight of Pawn and the Workers.

Its the bugs! Anda skeleton?

The first adventurer was white in the face, whether with rage or fear it was hard to tell. He glared at Erin, hand tight on his sword hilt.

Whats going on here?

Look, everyone chill! Calm down! These Goblins are peaceful. Didnt you read the sign?

The third adventurer, a huge man who dwarfed the other two, turned red in the face. He growled at Rags and her Goblins, all of whom were standing, weapons raised.

Shut up! Those creatures arent peaceful. Theyre monsters! Ive lost good friends to them!

He went for his axe. Erin grabbed his hand.

No, waitlet me

Get off!

The burly adventurer growled and threw Erin off him. He shoved her back and Erin crashed into a table. She blinked stupidly up at the ceiling as the world spun for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of movement.

The adventurers were moving towards the Goblins, weapons raised when the skeleton leapt over a table, charged the first adventurer and smashed into him. The undead skeleton was unarmed, but it just raised one bony fist and sunk it straight into the helmeted adventurers head.

The metal faceguard caught the skeleton, but it couldnt protect the man from being bowled over as the skeleton rushed him. The undead kicked and the sword flew out of the mans hands. He cursed as the two other adventurers spread out. One of his friends pulled out his sword, but suddenly Rags and the other Goblins covered him.

The big adventurer roared and raised his axe, but Erin tackled him. She tried to pull his arm down, but he was like a piece of granite. He punched her in the side, and Erin fell off him. That hurt. Not as much as being stabbed, but she couldnt breathe. He snarled at her, and then Pawn was in front of him. The Antinium swung two fists on his left side and the adventurer stumbled backwards.

The adventurer on the floor cursed and swung at the skeleton, trying to get to his feet. The skeleton leaned back as the adventurer swung wildly. When it punched the man in the side of the head he didnt shift much. But the skeleton punched and punched and punched

The helmeted adventurer caught the skeletons foot as it swung at his head. He growled and heaved upwards and the skeleton toppled over. Then he reached for his sword.

His hand had just closed over the hilt when Erin walked over and kicked him in the side of the head. Down he went again, considerably harder than when the skeleton had hit him.

She looked around. The second man was fighting with the Goblins, slashing at them while they danced around the chairs and tables. He didnt have any room to swing, but they had a lot more freedom. They lunged at him, cutting his legs, battering him with clubs, throwing plates at his face

A Worker crashed into a table next to Erin. It lay on its back, stunned, before it got up. She looked over. The big adventurer was fighting all three Antinium at once as they surrounded him.

He swung at Pawn, but Pawn caught both fists and then hit back with two more. The big adventurer blinked, and then shoved the Antinium back. Pawn went flying, but two more Workers closed in. He battered at them, but the Antinium were far tougher than they were strong.

It was all a mess. Erin didnt know what to do, but when one of the adventurers grabbed Rags and threw her to the ground she moved. He stomped on her stomach once as the Goblin cried out in agony. Erin raised her fist, and then the skeleton smashed the adventurer in the back of the head with a chair.

Down he went. Now only the biggest adventurer was left, but he was somehow managing to take on all comers by himself. He hit one of the workers in the chest so hard the Antiniums carapace cracked, and then punched the skeleton into the ground before kicking the undead in the chest. Two ribs shattered as the Goblins swarmed around the man.

Erin hesitated, and then ran inside the kitchen. She came out with a heavy object in her hands, just in time to see the skeleton crashing into another table, the axe buried in its chest.

The biggest adventurer kicked a Goblin several feet, backhanded Pawn and snarled. He turned, and the flying frying pan cracked him straight in the forehead. Erin felt like shed wrenched her shoulder with that throw, but her skill had placed the pan right where she wanted it to go.

The fight was over. Erin still had to call the skeleton back and stop Rags and her Goblins from knifing the downed adventurers. The skeleton was trying to stomp on the helmeted man while Pawn and the other two Workers picked each other up and assessed their injuries.

Erin stared around the inn. She looked at her skeleton, with the axe hanging out of its shattered ribcage, the injured Goblins, the downed adventurers trio, Pawn and his injured workers, and then at her common room. Half the tables and chairs were splintered beyond repair, and all of her food and dishes had been strewn about the room.

She felt like crying. But the first adventurer was starting to wake up. Erin stared at the groaning men on the floor and pointed at the skeleton.

You. Bucket.

It hesitated, and then marched into the kitchen. Erin looked around. She walked over, and picked up the frying pan.

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The cold splash of water woke up all three men in one go. They spluttered into wakefulness, gasping, only to realize they werent drowning. Instead they were on the floor of an inn.

The three adventurers stared up into the face of justice. In this case, it was the back of a cast iron frying pan. Erin stood over them, flanked by a group of Goblins on her left, and a Skeleton and three of the horrific ant-monsters known as Antinium on her right.

You wrecked my inn.

Erin stared down at the three men. She was trembling. Half with nerves, but the other half was sheer rage.

You

The helmeted adventurer hesitated. He struggled to get to his feet, feeling for his sword. He saw it in the skeletons hands. He pointed a trembling finger at the skeleton, backing away as his two friends got to their feet.

What kind of inn is this? Its full of monsters!

Theyre not monsters! These Goblins are my guests, and no one hurts them here! Didnt you read the sign?

The biggest adventurer lumbered to his feet. His fists were clenched and he was red down to his neck. Rags and the other Goblins retreated from him, but Erin saw Rags pulling out a jar full of green liquid. She shook her head at the Goblin.

Youre crazy! Youyou freak! Youre feedin these freaks that kill humans! And youre feedin bugs and an undead monster! We oughta burn this place down and turn you in to the City Watch!

Burn down my inn? I dont think so.

Erin gripped the handle of the frying pan tighter. The Antinium loomed behind her and the two smaller adventurers stepped back.

You bitch!

The big adventurer shouted at Erin. His spit practically covered the skeleton interposing itself between Erin and him.

This aint over! Were gonna round up all the adventurers in the city and come back here. Then well see if you want to protect these freaks!

I dont believe that will happen.

Someone tapped the big adventurer on the shoulder. He whirled around, threw a fist, and nearly screamed as a grip like steel crushed his wrist.

Gazi the Omniscient stared at the adventurer she had caught like an entomologist studying an insect caught in his backyard. Without much interest, she flicked the mans hand away. When she turned to look at Erin she smiled slightly.

Erin Solstice. You are full of surprises.

Erin blinked.

Oh. Gazi.

The two adventurers behind the big man reacted to the Gazers nameand her eye, but the bigger man was still caught up in his rage.

If yer gonna protect this monster loving b

Gazi didnt move. She didnt move, but her eye twitched. Its yellow pupil seemed to widen and glow for a moment and Erin felt a flash of unease. Gazi was suddenly terrifying for no real reason. And she wasnt even looking at Erin. The effect on the adventurersparticularly the big manwas immediate. They shuddered, paled, and backed away from her.

No one will attack this inn. Or I will find you and you will suffer. And you will all leave now.

Helmet adventurer shuddered. His eyes flicked to his sword, still in the skeletons hand.

But

Gazis eye swiveled and her large yellow pupil fixed on the adventurers face and the words stopped.

Begone.

The adventurer stared for one second into Gazis large eye. He didnt quite wet himself. He turned and ran with his two friends in an instant as the Gazer turned and smiled at Erin.

I am glad that you are unharmed.

What?

Erin blinked at Gazi stupidly, and then realized she was still holding her frying pan. Lamely, she put it on a table.

Um, thanks. Really. You saved us there.

Gazi flicked her hand dismissively.

I merely prevented them from causing more trouble. But you would have handled them most admirably had I not been here.

Her smaller eyes moved around the room.

Still, I see that they have caused much damage. I apologize. I should have forced them to repay you for the damages.

Oh its nothing

Erin broke off. Rags limped over to her, clutching at her stomach and poked her in the side. The Goblin offered Erin a bag of coins.

Oh. Oops?

Rags shrugged at Erin and then winced. She clutched at her stomach, where the adventurer had stomped on her. Erin immediately forgot about the money. She bent down, staring anxiously at the Goblin.

Are you okay? I have some healing potions I could split

Rags shook her head. Clutching at her ribs, she pulled something out of her pouch. A healing potion. The Goblin pulled the stopper out and drank a mouthful of the purple, brackish liquid.

Erin was sure the Goblin didnt own any healing potions. She was also sure that it wasnt her healing potion, or Gazis. She looked at the other Goblins and saw they were doing the same with a few healing potions as well. She knew exactly where theyd come from.

The adventurers had come here with belt pouches, and carry bags along with their armor and weapons. And while theyd left with their armor, it seemed someone had cut away their belts and bags of healing potions while theyd been downed. The Goblins were already fighting over the spoils.

Erin had a feeling that she was going to get the blame for mostall of that. But right now, looking at the injured people in her inn, she didnt really care.

Here.

She righted a table, and made Pawn and the injured Workers sit down. Erin found some bandages in her packs, helped pull the axe out of the skeletons rib cage, and let Pisces get to work on the skeleton. She was so busy attending her friendssaying thank you and feeding them a second dinnerthat she never noticed that Gazi had left the inn.

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Gazi the Omniscient traveled back to Liscor, the ground blurring beneath her feet. She had no further business at The Wandering Inn at the moment. Erin Solstice was too busy attending to her wounded patrons for conversation and Gazi had seen all she needed.

More importantly, she had found one. At last, she had found one. And not just one.

Two.

She smiled to herself. Shed searched far and wide for individuals worthy of waking up her lord and liege. For years. And she had despaired. But now she had found one. Not just one; two.

A mysterious child with a unique skill and a mage who can create new undead.

Erin Solstice. She was unlike any human Gazi had met before, save one. She had met only one other being who could unify so many races outside of her own. And that she had stepped in to protect them against her own kind only made her rarer in Gazis opinion.

But there was more to her than even that. Erins origins, her ways of thinking, and yes, even the [Immortal Moment] skill Gazi had never seen on an individual before were all unique. She was worthy. The mage was also worthy, but in a different way. He was simply a genius.

But she is different.

Gazi frowned, letting her single eyelid droop over her central eye. Yes, Erin Solstice was different. She passed through the city gates, nodding at the guard who stared at her and slowed to walk idly through the streets.

Erin Solstice. She was the one, and if Gazi had to choose it would be her. But it was better not to choose. Better to wait and lay plans. Gazi could act now of course, but if she wanted to do this properly it would take time.

Time and patience were both things Gazi did not have, but she did not want to ruin things now, right when she had found not one, but two worthy beings. She yearned to begin, but patiencepatience was a virtue she had learned to practice.

Yes, perhaps it was better to wait. She had come far over the course of thousands of miles and countless years. Her King still slept; he would wait a while longer to be woken. Those she brought must be truly worthy of his attention.

As Gazi walked through the streets, she noticed she was being followed. She kept her main eye straight ahead, but her lesser eyes could detect movement around her. Gnolls. Two shadowed her at a distance, pretending to be late-night shoppers and pedestrians going home.

No doubt they were courtesy of a certain Gnoll shopkeeper. She had doubtless organized them to tail Gazi, unaware perhaps of the Gazers ability to see all. Or perhaps she knew and was letting Gazi know she was being watched. Either way, it mattered little. The Gnolls were the least experienced of Gazis watchers, but they were hardly the only ones keeping an eye on her.

But it was their presence which decided Gazi. There was more to Erin than even her eyes could uncover. She would wait. Wait, and learn more about this strange human. Perhaps there was another worthy one. Three was better than two.

As Gazi passed by the market street she noticed a flicker of movement. A small human grabbed several items from a stall while the shopkeeper was looking the other way. Gazi pretended not to see, but one of her lesser eyes tracked the human female as she darted away.

The thief ducked out of sight in the alleyway, but Gazis eye wasnt weak enough to be stopped by mere objects like walls at close range. Her large eye moved, and she saw not only the thiefs figure, but her name and nature. Such was the power of Gazis eye.

But in this case, Gazi was disappointed. She shook her head.

Ah. Just a [Princess].

She turned her eye away. She had no time for human royalty. Petty lords and princesses of small nations could not arouse her rulers interest.

Gazi cast her eye upwards. She saw the changing winds and miles overhead, saw the cold front sweeping in at speeds even her eye had trouble tracking. Yes, winter was coming. And quickly too. This land had few seasons save for the rainy one, but the fell chill would still freeze the land for a week at least. Time then, to wait and observe both humans.

Yes, time.

The adventurers had been a stroke of good luck. Their foolishness had given Gazi plenty of insight into Erins nature. She would ensure no reprisals cameat least in the form of a mobbut she would continue watching Erin Solstice.

She wanted to know everything about her.

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Erin sat in her inn, staring at the recently cleaned room. Half of the tables and chairs were now fireplace fuel, but at least the spilled food and broken dishes had been cleaned up. Shed buy new ones from Krshia tomorrow.

Everyone was gone. Theyd limped off, or walked back to the city, or in Piscess case, done his disappearing act. They were gone, and Erin was left alone.

With the skeleton, of course.

It was fully repaired and sweeping up dust. Erin stared at it as it worked. It paused as it glanced up and saw her staring.

Yeah. You dont like it either, huh?

After a moment the skeleton got back to work. It stood up, dustpan in hand and walked outside to dump the dust. Then it came back in and stood to attention, staring at Erin.

She sighed. The skeleton looked at her expectantly.

Skeletons. You know, I hated biology class in school. The skeleton there creeped me out, and it didnt move around all the time.

No response. Well, Erin was getting used to that.

I dont like dead things. And I dont really trust you.

The light in the skeletons eyes dimmed for a second. Erin sighed again.

But. I guess youre alright.

The flickering sparks in the skeletons eyes ignited. Erin nodded to herself.

Ill keep you after all. Youre useful, and you can fight. Sorta. Just dont do anything stupid, got it?

After a beat the skeleton nodded obediently.

Cool. Now I guessI guess youll need a name?

No response. But the skeleton seemed expectant. Erin scratched her head. She really needed to sleep, but this was important.

What would be a good name for skeleton. Papyrus? Nah. Youre not nearly cool enough for that.

The skeleton didnt react. Erin tilted her head, thinking hard. She snapped her fingers.

I guess Ill just call you Clatter. NoClaptrap! But even youre not half as annoying as thatthing.

Erin scratched at her head as she began pacing around the room. The skeletons fiery blue eyes followed her around the room as she began throwing names out at random.

Mr. Bones? Way too generic. How about Carnage? But that sounds horrible. Silent Steve? No. Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen? Too long.

After a while the skeleton turned around and walked upstairs. It began cleaning a decades worth of accumulated filth from the ceiling as it heard Erin still talking to herself down below.

How about Napoleon? But youre not short. Skeletron? But Id get confused. Paul Hendrickson the Fifth? Whitey? Wait, is that racist?

The skeleton quite deliberately tuned Erins voice out of its head, at least as far as it could ignore the voice of its master. It scrubbed the ceiling with the fragment of the dustrag hard, wishingas much as it could wishthat it held a weapon instead. Erin had made it leave the sword and axe in the kitchen while it was cleaning.

It had no will. Skeletons werent supposed to have free will. But they werent supposed to level either, and the [Skeleton Warrior] was now Level 2. It didnt know how to feel about that. It had one function: to serve. If leveling helped in that capacity, it would level.

It just wished Erin would stop talking.

Bojangles. Bonerama. Bonehead. Friedman? Spinal Tap. Harambe. Jack? Jack Sparrow? Jack Skellington? Mr. Skeleton? Smiley Face?

A pause. The skeleton did not sigh in relief.

Mike?

[Innkeeper Level 13!]

[Skill Loud Voice obtained!]