Grand Game 423: A Favor (Patreon)
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I didnât end up witnessing the oaths of all two thousand soldiers.
After the first hourâduring which I only managed to accept the pledges of fifty of the warbandâs most senior officersâIâd made my excuses and left Algar and Ghost to see to the rest of the ceremony.
Neither could welcome the remaining soldiers into the faction on my behalf, but Ghost could still judge their truthfulness, and for now, that mattered most.
Promising Algar to see things through to completion when I rejoined him at the archlichâs court, I said my goodbyes to Nyra and Ghost, then pulled the city councilors aside.
Shooting me curious glances, the four followed me into the vacant room I led them into. I closed the door behind me, and the sound of the courtyard and the still-ongoing ceremony faded.
âWhat is it?â Elron asked. âIs something wrong?â
I shook my head. âNo, nothing like that. I have a favor to ask.â
The councilors exchanged glances. âA favor?â Lorn ventured.
I nodded. âBut before I get to it, what did you think of Algarâs speech?â
Gamil frowned. âIt was irresponsible,â he said, tight-lipped. âThe boy does not understand the risks we must balance.â
âAlgar can sometimes be a little⊠impulsive,â Elron added. âIt is something you will have to watch for.â
I grinned. âI donât know how much good that will do. I, too, have been accused of behaving recklessly a time or two.â My smile faded. âStill, he is right, you know. Youâre subjecting your people to a half-life by staying in the dungeon. This gorge is not large enough for the city to flourish, and if you remain, New Haven will turn insular. At some point, you must leave.â
âIs that why youâve called us here?â Stormhammer asked. âTo convince us to leave? Because we already knowââ
âNo,â I said, cutting him off. âI mentioned Algarâs speech only to remind you that New Haven cannot continue where it left off and resume life as normal.â I held each councilorâs gaze in turn. âYou will have to begin preparing for the day of your eventual exodus from the dungeon.â
All four nodded. âThere is sense to what you say,â Elron said, âand itâs no more than weâve agreed amongst ourselves.â He paused. âBut what does this have to do with your favor?â
âOnly this.â I inhaled. âI can help you prepare. But to do that, I will have to bring people into the dungeonâpeople who may find themselves in need of a safe haven from the Game, at least temporarily.â I smiled lopsidedly. âHence the favor.â
âWhat! You want to bring outsiders here?â Gamil exclaimed. âAfter you just gave your word to keep New Haven secret?â
âI didnât promise that,â I corrected gently. âI promised not to reveal the location of the hidden portal without the councilâs approval.â
The two were not synonymous. I couldnât see how New Haven and the dungeonâs existence could remain secret anywayâwhat with two thousand of their former residents out and about in the world. Sooner or later, someone would let something slip. Still, while word of the dungeon might get out, no one, not even a Power, would be able to enter.
Not without knowing where the hidden portal was.
âWhat ifâŠâ I continued. âWhat if I could bring those seeking refuge into Dravenâs Reach without them learning the location of the portal? Would you help them then?â
Doing so would be difficult but not impossible, I thought, especially when it came to non-players.
âWho are these refugees?â Lorn asked.
âMostly non-players. Humans, gnomesââ I pausedââand wolves.â
âWolves?â Stormhammer asked, his bushy brows shooting up.
âYou said mostly,â Gamil interjected before I could answer the thane. âWho else do you intend on bringing?â
âTo transport the refugees here, I will have to reveal the portalâs location to at least one other player,â I reluctantly explained.
âWhy?â Elron asked.
âI am no mage,â I replied simply. âIâll need a practiced spellcaster to open a portal and protect the non-players from the nether while we affect the transfer.â I held up my hand, forestalling their protest. âThe individual in question is someone I trust implicitly. Believe me, I have shared secrets of greater importance with her alreadyâsecrets that would see every Power in the Game hunt me more vigorously than they would your city.â
For a moment, the councilors said nothing, but from their expressions, I could see they were giving my request serious consideration.
âWhere would you settle these⊠refugees?â Lorn asked finally.
I shrugged. âIn New Haven or the archlichâs court. Wherever it is, I ask that you be willing to trade and aid them.â
The four exchanged another round of glances before withdrawing into a huddle. Doing my best not to listen, I waited patiently.
Eventually, they broke apart, and Lorn stepped forward to address me. âWe will allow it,â he pronounced.
I inclined my head gratefully. âThank you.â
â” â” â”
I left New Haven shortly after that.
I had a long journey ahead of me, and given the delays Iâd already encountered, I doubted I would reach the guardian by morning. Still, I pushed hard. Scaling the sheer gorge walls enclosing the city, I jogged southeast across the plateau. While I ran, I considered the events of the last few days.
Much had changed since Iâd entered the city.
Iâd gone into New Haven with my path certain. Iâd intended on kickstarting the cityâs exodus, securing the loan of a thousand soldiers, then returning to Draven to see if heâd succeeded, and finally, departing the dungeon for the wolvesâ valley with my warband in tow.
Now, I was no longer certain things would pan out that way.
Iâd gotten both more and less than Iâd bargained for in New Haven. Iâd not expected the New Haveners to choose to remain in Dravenâs Reach. Iâd hoped instead to settle them in the wolvesâ valley after I claimed the sector, thereby forging a long-term alliance with the former denizens of the dungeon.
But there was no denying the councilâs decision offered different opportunities. With the New Haveners choosing to stay, Dravenâs Reach became not just a potential training ground but also a refuge for my allies. And considering the sector was now nearly unassailable, it made sense to alter my plansâŠ
Then there were the possessed. Iâd had big plans for them too, but after Regusâ report, I knew I could not trust them as they were, leaving me no choice but to forge them anew orâŠ
⊠destroy them entirely.
The future was in flux, and what course I chartered next would depend heavily on whether Draven had succeeded and what Adriel had to say about my plans to deal with the possessed. With only these heavy thoughts for company, I jogged doggedly across the barren terrain.
Hours later, exhausted, I collapsed and slept fitfully, but no more than for a couple of hours. Then, I was back up and running again. Twice more, I repeated the feat until finally, around late afternoon of my thirty-second day in the dungeon, I reached my destination.
â” â” â”
As I slipped into the dungeonâs large central valley, former den of the void tree and the harbinger, and now home only to Draven and the safe zone, I spied the centaurâs unmissable frame in the distance.
Draven was turned away, so I couldnât see his face, but sitting cross-legged at his feet was a small figure.
Good, Adrielâs got here before me.
Letting my gaze drift from the pair, I searched for a third figure as I jogged closer. But the landscape was otherwise empty. I frowned. Did that mean the guardianâs search for Ceruvax had ended in failure?
Damn, I was really hopingâ
Seeming to sense something in the air, the seated figure jerked upright and spun around. His eyes narrowed while my own flared in shock. It wasnât Adriel.
It was an older man with graying hair, a face seamed with age, wiry limbs, and ancient shadowed eyes. His back was unbent, and in his left hand, he carried a staff that topped his own six feet of height. If I hadnât known better, I would have believed it was the Wolf Prime himself I was seeing.
But I did know better. âCeruvax,â I murmured.
Even across the distance that separated us, he heard. âYoung pup,â he growled. âI should have knownâŠâ
In the wake of the envoyâs words, a Game alert dropped into my mind.
You have completed the task: Find the last Wolf Envoy! You have rescued Ceruvax from the dungeon in which he has languished for centuries and in a manner most extraordinary. Thanks to your efforts, not only has House Wolf been gifted with a valuable asset, but none of the Powers who have wasted lifetimes hunting the envoy realize heâs escaped. Your House remains hidden and continues to grow under your leadership! Well done, scion!
Wolf is pleased, and your Wolf Mark has deepened.
My lips curved upward in a smile. Iâd found Wolfâs envoy! After all this time, Iâd finally completed the task, the oldest on my list.
And for a change, somethingâs gone right!
My eyes flickered to the guardian, but he hadnât turned around. I frowned. Why hasnât heâ? I broke off, finally realizing what the guardianâs stillness meant.
Heâd gone back to sleep.
I exhaled a troubled breath. Somehow, I didnât think Draven would be slumbering unless the need was great. Searching for Ceruvax must have exhausted him. Despite this, the guardian had still honored the boon he had owed me.
I would strive just as hard on his behalf, I vowed. I would find his lost brethren and restore them. Someday soon. I turned back to Ceruvax. The envoy was still watching me through lidded eyes. I quickened my pace.
We had much to talk about.