The bath holds were more organized than Arthor expected. Large pavilllions were prepared with was tubs and barrels of hot water. Fineese was allowed to wash first. 

Even though there were 4 wash tents, sergeant Ikuran had the other recruits wait outside until Fineese was finished. 

She’ll soon be a lady before any of you a lord” Ikuran told. “You best wait until she’s done!” 

“Can she become a lady in the army?” Charns questioned. 

“Sir Yolk sees a bright future for her and you recruits. Says she’ll bring good change.” 

“How so?” Baulks was as confused as his brother. 

“I don’t actually know.” Ikuran crossed him arms. “But if Sir Yolk says so, then that’s how it’ll be.” 

“Is he a prophet, is he? I didn’t know that.” Baulks checked his borther as the grew excited at the thought. The sergeant rolled his eyes 

“No. He’s no prophet, you infants. Our lord just makes things happen. Some see him like a prophet, but he just has a good eye for how things work.” 

“But he’s made a prophecy that came true, right?” Charns’ eyes widened at the thought. 

“Prophecies aren’t real” Arthor butted in. He never liked the unexplainable. He felt such things misleading. 

“Yeah they are!” Charns never though he’d hear such statement. 

“No. They’re not. They’re just made up.” 

Pete seemed troubled by Arthor’s statement. Arthor saw. 

“Well, not every prophecy” Arthor reassured. “But Sir Yolk can’t be a prophet.” 

“And why not?” Baulks joined. 

“Because they’re not real.” 

“Prophets or prophecies?” 

“Both.” Arthor crossed him arms. “Just made up for children.” 

Charns shoved in front of Baulks. 

“But you said not every prophecy is made up. So how can there be a prophecy if prophets isn’t real? Ahh… You see! What are you trying to tell us? That prophecies is real or not? You can’t have a prophecy with a prophet.” The brothers nodded to each other. 

“The return of the Son Above is real, though. Hmmm.” Arthor wasn’t sure where he stood on the matter anyway. “Anything about the Three is real. But everything else is made up and we shouldn’t believe them. Dangerous things to think.” 

Papa Cole always told the young ones to not waste their thoughts on magical things that didn’t involve the Three. The Three was the only truth known that actually happened. 

“He’s right” Pete felt the need to say. “We need only trust in the Three. 

“And in Sir Yolk” Charns grinned. The brothers broke into a silly laugh. Arthor shook his head. 

Before they noticed, a gentle presence fell in before the young recruits, like a sky knight, from above, had come to greet the young believers. She was clean and soft, like innocence should have been. Only, Fineese was dressed in the dodgy overshirt, which ruined the heavenly image. 

“The rest of you lot, wash up!” Ikuran ordered. 

There was something relieving about witnessing Fineese now clean and calm. It made the batchmates feel much better than how they were before when Fineese was seeming troubled. 

“And don’t lose your garms” Ikuran reminded. “If they’re gone, they’re gone.” 

The batch was taken back to their tents afterwards. Apprently, the tents were a luxury. At war, a tent was supposedly only for the fortunate.  

Luckily Arthor was bunked with Wallace, Fineese, Deizin, Keldon, and Pete. The brothers offered to swap with Keldon and Pete. Charns and Baulks were happy to go wherever, so long as they were together. But either way all the recruit tents were bunched together. And it didn’t seem to be sleep time just yet, so Arthor and his batch were left mingling with the other recruit batches. 

It wasn’t as bad as they had expected. Hicsen and the first arrival batch lot were off to wash themselves. The second arrival batch lot were open and welcoming. It turned out that Junior from before was bunking with Charns and Baulks to get to know the other batches. Charns and Baulks seemed to like him enough and brought him to where Arthor and the rest sat. 

“Now we can have a proper introduction.” Junior as friendly. He saw Wallace and offered him a greeting hand. “You was about to introduce yourself. I remember. Junior.” 

“Wallace.” Wallace took his hand in acknowledgement. Junior then peered to Wallace’s side and saw Fineese. Arthor and Wallace quickly stiffened when they saw that he’d noticed her. 

“You really are a girl” Junior said aloud and took a step toward her. Arthor and Wallace almost jumped in front of him when Junior suddenly stuck out his same greeting hand. 

“Junior. I’ll make sure I don’t lose to you. You won’t be getting a head start from me.” The second batch recruit gave a friendly smile. Fineese took his hand. 

“My name is Fineese.” 

Junior gave her a nod then turned to greet the other batch mates. After the introductions, Junior faced Arthor and the batchmates. 

“Come meet my batchmates” Junior signalled a directing hand. “They’re all good bobs. The chatty brothers already met a few.” Junior hinted toward Charns and Baulks. 

A towering figure appeared from the background. All the recruits stood up as Sir Yolk approached. The Titan came closer to Arthor. 

“Young one” he looked to Arthor. The Titan was a menacing figure Arthor had almost forgotten. He stood high above the heads of all the recruits about. His face showed stern command in that all should listen. 

“Fetch your brother and our dear recruit. You’re all to bring your colours and come with me.” Sir Yolk turned to wait outside of where the recruit camp area was. Wallace and Fineese stood with Arthor that whole time. Why didn’t Sir Yolk ask them himself. Did he not notice them? Arthor was sure he asked for them to bring their surcoats and gear, but why? 

Sir Yolk did not say a word when they came to him. They followed him through the camp. Soldiers stood up as he passed by but he excused the men to ease with a simple wave. There was something more powerful than his size that Sir Yolk possessed. The three recruits seemed insignicant in comparison to him. But at the same time, it made them feel protected. This was a lord knight. A ruler of land, a fighter of battles, a reputed figure in all of Monrosia. And Arthor, Wallace, and Fineese were allowed to walk with him.  

Sir Yolk brought them to the cobblers work area. Terner quickly noticed the knight and brought him aside for a word. From what the three recruits could tell, Terner almost looked like he was complaining about something. It was a very different attitude than what the rest of the army had show to Sir Yolk. Was something the matter? 

The two older men peered toward our three young recruits for a moment. Terner still seemed bothered. But with a stern expression, Sir Yolk said something that the cobbler appeared to accept. Terner approached our three. 

“Okay, Young Flames” he gestured into the tent. “Let’s get you set up.” 

Terner had already sewn together the boots of our recruits, and tailered their chainmail. The recruits were told to wash their feet and thoroughly dry them before they slipped on the boots, In case they spoil a fresh pair. The old sandals they were given never did keep much mud away. 

The boots and mail fit perfectly. Their mail didn’t hang wastefully. There wasn’t excess hanging off the hands and knees. The mail hugged limbs and torso comfortably with just enough slack at the under arms and groin for complete mobility. This fitting got rid of the mail’s excess weight, not that the mail was heavy anyway. 

Arthor had never worn pieces like this before. By the way Fineese danced around, and the way Wallace stretched his arms, legs, and waist, Arthor was sure that the other two hadn’t either.  

The cobbler called them over. He had them replace their surcoats over their mail. Next, he revealed numerous steal plates of different shapes and sizes. First the cobbler placed several round shells atop Wallace’s shoulders, looking for the correct sizes. Next was larger curved platings for the front and back. It didn’t take long to find the right size. Then plate for the thighs. Once Wallace was fitted, Terner placed and strapped the platings within Wallace’s coat. 

“Fits like a charm, she does” Terner gave himself a happy nod. “Ye can leave de’ plates in der now. Unless ye washin’ yer hide, yeh are. Just undo de belt at yer sides and lift her off like a shirt.” 

Wallace undid the side belts and soon realized he need to undo his wait belt too to get the coat off. It was easy enough. 

“It’s not really heavy!” Wallace tested the weight of his bunched-up plate coat with his arms. 

“Aye. Tis me secret steel, it is.” Terner held up a spare palte. “It may not give ye as much power. But what ye lack in pound, ye’ll gain in flow. And besides. Me steel is as strong as any blade out der.” 

“What’s flow, Sir… Terner…” ARthor was curious, as was Wallace. 

“Flow, boys. Ever seen a river flow?” Terner asked. He knew they didn’t understand. “Water flows and moves smoothly, not erupting’ly.” The boys still didn’t understand. “Can ye break water? Water moves wit yer strike, no matter how hard ye try. But if ye hit a boulder enough times,” Terner glanced at Sir Yolk. “it’s bound to crack.” 

Arthor never heard of striking, and combat explained like this before. It somehow made sense. 

Terner placed a plate on Arthor’s shoulders. The cobbler nodded to himself and moved on to the front bad back plates. 

“Aren’t you going to check my shoulders a bit more?” Arthor was worried he’d be given the wrong size. 

“Yer just a lil bigger den ye brother ‘ere. So, I can tell how big teh steel should be.” And in no time, Terner plated up Arthor’s surcoat. 

Wallace was right about how it wasn’t heavy. And yet wearing it felt secure. 

Wallace pounded Arthor in the chest. It only felt like a soft nudge. Arthor hit him back, only Wallace didn’t have his coat on. Wallace didn’t seem affected. Was the mail that tough too? 

The recruits had to wait a little for Terner to hammer out a new chest plate for Fineese. She needed more support, he told them. The boys understood, of course. 

“Sorry, guys.” She seemed embarrassed. 

“Don’t be” Wallace laughed. “We’re all getting our new armour.” 

But why now, Arthor wondered. Did Sir Yolk give them this new armour himself? Sir Yolk was standing outside Terner’s work area. Was he waiting for them? Wasn’t he busy with army duties? 

Terner fit Fineese’s coat with her chest plate. 

“And now teh Father Above has one less lil lassie te worry about.” 

Fineese did her little dance around to feel the mobility of her new gear. She looked amused by how she could move around.  

“Thank you, Terner.” She gave a little curtsey. 

The cobbler laughed and bowed back to her. 

Arthor and Wallace had never seen her do that before. It looked unfamiliar for her, especially clad in Viridian armour. The boys gazed at each other and their gear. Wallace already looked older and mightier. Did Arthor seem so as well? Fineese sure did. Had it only been one day? The trusty surcoat and boots changed how they appeared. And by what Arthor could tell, it changed how they felt.  

Fineese pranced closer to Arthor. A hop beside him and… Shove! 

“Did that hurt?” She watched him stumble. 

“What was that for?” Arthor straightened up. 

She shoved Wallace from behind unexpectedly. 

“You should be safer in your gear” she told them. Wallace tried to shove at her but missed as she skipped aside. Arthor didn’t have a better chance either as he tried a shove. She was surely quicker. 

Sir Yolk approached the three with a proud look. 

“Viridian as can be.” The knight was pleased. “They look good, Terner. Especially our dear recruit here. She looks already part of our ranks.” 

The cobbler didn’t look as pleased about that as Sir Yolk did. 

“Row up, now!” Sir Yolk stood up stiraghter before them. Arthor qucikly stood straight, Wallace and Fineese beside him. Once the recruits were in a straight row before Sir Yolk, Terner lined up beside them. Sir Yolk faced his palm forward upon his chest. The salute. Terner led the salute back, the recruits not quite in time yet. 

“Needs work” Sir Yolk seemed glad anyway. “Now let’s go!” To where, they were not sure, but the three young flames followed him anyway. 

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CONTINUATION

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Trough was so much bigger than it looked. And it looked pretty big, in fact. There was no grand gate or grand wall. A city usually had grand structures, didn’t it? Trough belonged to no one. Sir Yolk Told his young flames, “Not even to Monrosia”. The Viridian Kingdom was only ‘looking after’ this tireless port. 

There were too many different populations bustling throughout Trough. Too much trade breathing through this place. If the Kingdom was too enforcing, trade would be at risk. 

There were walls in Trough though, no doubt about that. But these walls were for all the main halls plot around the city. These halls did not belong to any lords either. But to the various guils and trade industries. You’d find your interests closer to their specific main hall than just in the market district. And that was the issue. Everywhere had a market district. The markets would just be only one section within an assortment of many different areas. 

Sir Yolk and his three flames passed by many rest houses, store houses, and shops. The hour was late, Arthor was sure, but none of these places seemed closed for business. Hundreds of smaller buildings spread out around the main halls, within or without any walls laid. Arthor noticed that the main roads were much wider than those in the army camp. Space for wagons and crowds, he soon realized.  

The city grew brighter the closer you wandered in. The alleyways and roads seemed much darker when they had first walked into Trough. But even in the most quiet of alleyways, or the spanning bridges, there roamed people and light. And noise. You could hear it. Life. It hummed more and more the closer you inched into this Trough. Ducksworth never erred such a sound. Not even in the slightest. But then again, Ducksworth wasn’t much of a town anyway. 

Sir Yolk and his young retinue made their way up the centre hill. The tallest hall –no, the tallest keep – topped this hill. It was where they were headed. Arthor began noticing peculiar men draped in Kingdom green. Their coats were all the same. Some bore swords or kugels at their sides. Armed forces, obviously, but not suited like the army. Arthor figured they were the ones taking care of Trough, and that Sir Yolk was leading the recruits to their lord’s keep. These armed forces sure looked like how Tien and the other guards were drssed at Gappleton’s castle. Surely they couldn’t be Gappleton men. There were too many of them. 

A huge wall loomed over the other surrounding buildings. This wall looked a lot like the one around Gappleton’s castle too. This was probably the way walls were built in Monrosia. Arthor hoped so. 

The main road was huddled with many buildings until they stopped at the wall’s gate. A giant steel portcullis as thick structured timber blocked the entire road. Two open halls slotted on each side of the gate along the wall. One had a guard house with some of the armed men. The recruits followed Sir Yolk into this hall.  

One of the armed guards stepped Infront of a doorway which looked to lead through the high wall. This guard had thick white stripes down the sides of his surcoat and a thick leather shoulder guard only on his left side. He was as old as Sir Yolk. Some short hairs greying. 

“You back again?” the strange guard said out loud. He looked behind the lord knight toward Arthor, Wallace, and Fineese. His long stare was not welcoming. 

“They’re mine” Sir Yolk told matter-of-factly. “They’re the new hope of Monrosia.” 

“I’m the new hope of Monrosia.” The guard raised his chin toward Sir Yolk. “Been da new hope for a good while too, hope ya ‘memba. Now ya finally come back to give the new hope some of his drowno’, have ya? The lads won’t be so happy as to let ya go. Lest yah empty your pouch.”  

This guard’s attitude was quite rude. How could he talk to Sir Yolk this way? 

“I’m on march, if your thick skull could remember. Nothing you’ll get out of me, unless you fancy to rob the army of grain. You brigands ought to be ashamed.” Sir Yolk was getting annoyed. 

“Don’t hide behind this army business.” The guard paced in front of Sir Yolk. “What if I was the one holding this march? The that don’t change facts, do it?” 

“I’ve treated everyone many atimes.” 

“Badge off!” The guard continued his pace. Sir Yolk looked at the young recruits. 

“These three are from Koverd’s. They answered as soon as I made the call.” 

“They answered?” the guard stopped to scan the recruits. “All of em?” 

“All three.” 

“Right away?” 

“The moment I asked.” 

“They wouldn’t’ve much a choice at swords point.” 

“No blades drawn. Why would we do that at Koverd’s hold? He’d give us a mouthful.” 

“They never heard of the gatekeeper or how she dances around our sort?” 

“No. I think duty to Monrosia burns away the dark.” 

“And Koverd’s got a bunch like this?” 

“There’s hope out there.” Sir Yolk nodded to himself. “We just need to hand it a torch to ignite.” 

“And how long you think this torch is gone burn? Things are getting more and more loose in these times. It’s hard to tell who rules, or who wants to rule.” 

“The only thing I can tell that’s loose is your tongue. Say, why don’t you join Koverd at his place?” 

“And work the farms? The life’s too quiet. And besides, a man’s got a hunger for certain meats.” The guard rubbed his hands together. 

“And that’s why you’ll never get your honours. There’s a certain strength that only the most honourable possess.” 

The guard hissed and rolled his eyes. Then he looked up and down at Sir Yolk as if searching for something specific. 

“Oh. Come on. Straighten up, will you!” Sir Yolk lightly backhanded the guard’s gut. 

“You don’t show your face for 8 years, and think we’ll all doze off to a couple of casks. What’ll yah freshlings say, ay?” The guard grinned at the recruits, then back to to Sir Yolk. 

“I’ll talk to Baz! Just ask him for whatever the lads want.” Sir Yolk seemed fed up with this guard’s attitude. Arthor sure was. What was this guard even complaining about? 

“I’m taking these young flames for their first Viridian patrol. You don’t want to show them your bitter side, do you?” 

“How about your bitter side?” The guard stepped aside to make way. “Where’s Juicy?” 

“He’ll come later.” Sir Yolk and the three finally made their way in. 

Why did this guard seem so rude? Inside the walls this attitude seemed to carry over. Guards turned when they noticed a lord knight close by, but quickly dropped composure when they saw it was Sir Yolk. Some even called out to him. 

“Yolko! Join us at the Dancer!” a trio called out from above the wall. “We’re off in a bell. Better not nance out on us.” 

“Oi!” Another guard walked past with a grin. 

“Still got that trouble?” called out another. “Don’t you worry, Yolko. This here is our bay.” 

Sir Yolk and the young flames made their way to the keep across an open courtyard, wider than the main road that led to this hold. The yard was empty, maybe because of the late hour.  

The main door to the keep was wide open. Here is where most of the activity ran. Guards were all gathered around another guard who was explaining something about trade from the Grass Countries. They were all focused on his explanations. Maybe it was important. On the far side of the hall, several guards were around a table, sorting some matter. They were looking at a map, which must have been Trough, according to the obvious coastline and peninsula where the light house sat. 

Arthor found interest in how diffrent areas of Trough were sectioned with different colours. Many different colours, in fact. Were there that many different areas in Trough? 

With the guards at the table was an older man with a greying beard and dark charcoaled robes. When Arthor noticed, the robes must have been green long ago. This was who Sir Yolk was looking for. 

The man saw Sir Yolk, and after a brief explanation, dismissed the guards. One of his young guards remained who didn’t wear this coat but wore the same should pad the entry guard wore. The old man in robes crossed his arms. 

“Does the camp lack anything, Sammy?” He was still viewing the map. 

“No, my lord” said Sir Yolk. 

“Lord? Ease up, will you, lad.” 

My lord… This must have been the lord of Trough. ARthor was curious about the honour Sir Yolk gave him. 

“I’ve recruits with me. It’s best I speak graciously, my lord.” Sir Yolk sounded more nervous than gracious. 

“Not in my house, Sammy.” The lord leaned over the map. “And, yes, yes, I saw them. Well, what is it?” The lord turned to  see the recruits. Fineese seemed a little shy at the lord’s sudden attention. He must ahve been scanning the map for too long. 

“You know, some of the fellas are asking about you? Wonder why you won’t spend time with them? But it looks that you’re busy nursing some freshlings. Never took you as the fathering sort.” The lord approached Arthor and began tugging at his surcoat and its collar. “These are nice.” The lord smiled at Arthor and pounded the youth’s chest. This beat some air out of Arthor. The recruit quickly straightened back up. He didn’t want to seem weak in front of this man. Sir Yolk didn’t. 

“That’s the new threads we’re giving some of my recruits” Sir Yolk explained. “The others will get theirs once we’ve made more.” 

“so, these must be the young flames you told me about.” The lord had a good look at the three. “You never mentioned one was a lassie. Hmm.” 

“I didn’t think it would matter” Sir Yolk told. 

The lord thought for a moment. 

“No. You’re right. It doesn’t.” 

Fineese didn’t feel at ease. Arthor and Wallace could tell. 

“There’s no problem with having a girl in our ranks, is there?” Sir Yolk asked. 

“Of course not!” The lord raised his voice. “Those who fight for Monrosia, are all for Monrosia.” 

Sir Yolk turned and gave an agreeful nod to each of the recruits. Maybe this was why he brought them to Trough. 

“We’ve just not called the sisterhood to stand since the dark times. But I can see that you’re still creative as ever, Sam. Coin’ you asked her to join as soon as you saw her. True, is it?” the lord pushed Sir Yolk on the shoulder. He was nowhere as gigantic as Sir Yolk, yet his push seemed to move the Titan easily. 

“She answered when I made the call. All three of them. The flame still burns, Baz. I felt the warmth from these three. You can ask Kovert about it.” Sir Yolk sounded excited. Arthor found it strange that they were talking about him and the other two. Wallace started swaying his shoulders back and forth. Arthor felt himself start moving awkwardly. 

“You need to teach your recruits how to stand.” The lord faced Arthor and Wallace. 

“Keep still!” he said sharply. “And stand straight. One row. Come on!” 

Quickly the three shuffed into a row before the lord. Sir Yolk stood in front to their right, facing forward with them towards the lord. 

“Let’s see what you’ve taught.” The lord placed backhand to chest. A salute. Sir Yolk and the three gave a salute back simultaneiously. Well, almost simultaneously, but it was better than the last time. Standing in a row made the three ready for the salute. It was something they’d now remember. The lord game a little smile. 

“They don’t seem in tune yet.” 

“Eluna is yet to bless us. I know they need work.” Sir Yolk checked behind him to see their salutes. 

“You’ve just marched from Kinnonton? The salute was not half bad, then.” 

“I told you before” Sir Yolk reminded. 

“And they’re already on a patrol?” 

“A practice patrol. So, I’ve come for your consent. In case the lads have something to say about it.” 

“You said they’d practice patrols tomorrow. After some guidance. I haven’t yet given my watch word. Come on, Sammy!” 

“No. It’s only going to be these three. With me, of course.” 

“A party of four? And no one else?” 

“Just us.” 

Was this a special patrol for the three young flames? Arthor didn’t understand what they meant by ‘flame’ but the Sir Yolk seemed to make a big deal it. Arthor felt the same as any other recruit. But now a special patrol? Arthor saw the confusion on Wallace and Fineese. They saw he felt same.  

The three kept their form straight, lest this lord heave something to say. How did they end up here anyway? Arthor remembered talking to Sir Yolk. He asked about girls in the army and Fineese. Ahh… Was that why? Fineese? Was this to make her feel more welcome? 

“Maybe it will be okay.” The lord didn’t seem at ease. He turned back to his map, arms folded. 

“Would it be a problem, my lord?” Sir Yolk could sense something. 

“No, no.” The lord kept at his map. “You’ll just have to tell the patrols if they stop you.” 

“That won’t be hard, will it. We fly the same colour.” 

“No, no. Of course it won’t. It’s jus…” 

Sir Yolk waited for the lord to continue. After several breaths he still didn’t speak. The silence was irritating Arthor. His feet urged to tap about. But after few taps, Arthor realized he had broken the silence, well except for the voice of the guard at the other end of the hall still explaining Grassland Trade. The recruits stood up, trying to keep their row straight. With a quick word, Sir Yolk had the recruits wait to the side while he went to talk to the lord in private. 

Arthor watched the guards across the hall listen to their speaker. Listening intently, they all were. Together. Was this part of the army training. Wasn’t this sort of thing just for the chapel? They were like children learning old proverbs from the pastor. This couldn’t have been as hard as other army duties. 

Arthor heard the pastor, no, the guard speaker, say, “The Tokeb care more about numbers and balance. You’ll have better luck convincing a Tahni he’s got the wrong price.”  

Tokebs and Tahnis. Arthor thought of them as the same people. Tokebs were from the Sand Lands and so were the Qatahni. Wait. Weren’t the Qatahni from the Grass Countries? Arthor thought Trolls and Numans were the Grass peoples. All the different types of people were so confusing.  

Arthor had only even seen a Tokeb once from a caravan passing through Ducksworth. Other than that, Arthor had only ever seen humans. It looked human – well, that Tokeb he saw looked human – but something was clearly different. The very black hair was one thing, but there was something else. Arthor couldn’t put his finger on it. Was it pointy ears, like the ears of one of those guards listening to the talk. No, this guard was different. He had straight black hair and sharp eyes. He was an elf!  

Arthor had never seen an elf before. But he was sure that guard was one. He had to be. The guard was how everyone described an elf. Human like, but not quite. This guard did seem a little smaller than all the other guards too. All the guards were easted except for the speaker, yet Arthor could see this elf was not as big as his peers. From the width of his shoulders to the height of… 

The elf was watching Arthor! He watched Arthor intently across the hall. 

Arthor turned his gaze in panic. He looked toward Sir Yolk, hoping the elf didn’t catch him looking. Wasn’t the elf facing the speaker? When did he turn his head toward Arthor at the other side of the hall? After a moment, Arthor was sure the elf turned back toward the speaker. He had a quick peek to make sure.  

The coast was clear. Did this elf know Arthor was looking at home. Best not look again in case he caught the elf’s attention. They were mystic folk, Arthor had head. Were they allowed to join the Viridian ranks? Only people of Monrosia were supposed to be in the… 

The speaker was Tokeb! 

Arthor swore he was human, dress in the Viridian green and all. But with a closer look, the man appeared to be Tokeb. Arthor still wasn’t sure what made him look different. Scare the speaker would catch him watching, Arthor viewed the other guards. Another was Tokeb. No. Two. No. Five of them. Young men at that, but surely Tokeb. And another elf! Arthor quickly looked away and saw the other elf’s head turn toward him.  

It was probably best not to stare at those guards anymore. They were going to be an assortment of different people, Arthor figured. Maybe it was because they were in Trough. Sir Yolk did say there were many different people here. 

The lord and Sir Yolk seemed to agree on something. And with that, Sir Yolk and the recruits were off. 

Arthor tried to sneak one last peek at the elves, but they were already watching him before he got to spot them. Both of them. They didn’t look unhappy. Did they know he’d look? 

Even outside the lord’s walls, guards recognized Sir Yolk. All were awefully familiar with him, demanding his time or his dues, whatever it was he owed. Sir Yolk explained that he was comrades with them all before he become lord of Yates and that they’d done a whole lot for him. The guards didn’t seem to see him a lord. Was that the right way to treat him. Shouldn’t they at least show honour? Manners? Respect? 

Heading down Trough’s main hill, the rest of the port city could be seen. Sort of. There was too much city to be seen. Endless buildings and that countless ships on the bay. One had to turn their heads from left to right to see the whole thing. And alive it was. Even at this late hour. You could see it. Oh, how the part city glowed. You could hear it. Oh, how the the port city hummed. You could smell it. Each district its distinct scents. And you could feel it. The camp didn’t feel this warm, that was for sure. And not only that. It was almost as if you could feel movement. A slight rumble on your feet. That, or Arthor was just astonished to see so many people in one place.  

He thought all the towns gathered at Gappleton’s castle was something. But this… There truly were many different types of people. There were men and women as tall a house. Were they giants? Their faces were human as could be. But their size wasn’t, nor were their enormous furry cats and hats. Maybe these were the Vods, or the folk of the high plains. Scaplo said the Highplain folk were sometimes normal sized, but sometimes gigantic. It just depended how far into the Highplains you went. These folk were selling metals and woods. But they weren’t the only ones. 

Arthor saw dark skin glow in the lamp shine, and he knew straight away. Qatahni. They really did look like metal. Was that why they were selling metals? Scape was right about their eyes. Thick black outlining. It made their gaze seem very noticeable and direct. Fascinating, Arthor thought. He could help but watch their eyes, which the used very well. It’s as if they knew their eyes were an important feature. They would direct with their glances. Whatever they saw, you would want to see too. 

These were only fw of the peoples about. Many were Tokeb, Elves, Numans too. The Numans were tall and but slim and had fairly dark skin. Nothing like the Qatahni skin and eyes though. If anything, they just looked human. The Tokeb too. They looked different, but they also just looked Human. And the same could be said about Elves. Different, yet human? Each had their distinguishing features. And yet some shared similar features. Some folk looked Tokeb and Elf. Some Tken and Numan. Some Numan and Elf. Some, part Human. But then again, they all looked Human. Arthor didn’t know what to make of all of this. 

Sir Yolk brought the recruits to a small for in the middle of Trough..  More of the lord’s guard manned this place. Likely another station. Sir Yolk stopped in the courtyard for a briefing. 

“How do you find the city, young ones? Wonderful, isn’t she.” 

“There are so many different people, my lord” Wallace was busting to mention.  

“Just Sir, please.” Sir Yolk raided a hand. 

“I can’t even tell where they’re all from,” Wallace added. “Sir.” 

“You’d have much trouble with that. There are too many different folk here. We almost can’t call it monrosia anymore. 

“Is that a bad thing, sir?” Arthor wondered. 

“No. Well, it’s still Monrosia. No doubt about that. Still on our land and our waters. So no matter what hapepens, Trough belongs to the Kingdom. That’s why our colours patrol the streets. 

“Will there be enough soldiers, sir, to look after the whole city?” Fineese asked. 

“That’s a good question.” Sir Yolk thought for a moment. “Ideally, more guards would be better, but only so many people take up arms as a guard. It’s a lot different than taking up arm for war. People will fight because they have to. Not because they chose to swear it as their oaths. It’s not easy to be a guard. You don’t receive as much coin as other oaths. And you’re more likely to get hurt, or stir trouble with those you don’t often want to.” 

“Like who?” Wallace asked. 

“Like your own family” Sir Yolk frowned. “Family make no exception to the rules, no matter how much you want to excuse them. And then they blame you when you don’t absolve them. 

“That captain at the main for who stopped us. An old comrade of mine. His brothers and sisters were caught traiding coods that they shouldn’t have. They claimed it wasn’t theirs. But a few murders didn’t help their story. They all met the rope. And the whole family blames the captain for not stopping it. There was nothing he could have done. 

“IS that why he’s so grumpy?” Fineese frowned. 

“None of his family acknowledge him anymore. I’m not sure if because of that incident. But he’s never been the same. That’s why he’s a little cold to me too. I should see him more. But he thinks I’ve just left him, just like the rest of his family. Poor fella. But I’ve got bigger duties to worry about. My land, the people, the army. Monrosia needs me! And soon, she’s going to need you all too.” 

“Are Tokebs and Elves allowed in the Viridian ranks, sir?” Arthor needed to know. 

“You saw, did you? The guards here are not exactly part of the army, but they’re still military, regardless. And besides, like you all heard before, anybody willing to stand for Monrosia is as much part of the Viridian ranks as anybody else. So long as they can prove it. You three have yet to prove yourselves. Don’t let the colours you wear fool you.” Sir Yolk gave them a sharp look. “We’ve just given you your gear because we all have faith in you. We believe you will join our ranks. All three of you.” The knight gave them an exciting smile. 

“But yes, Anybody can join. Elf. Tokeb. Highplain. All. Half of our army isn’t even Monrosian. You country Monrosians didn’t know that, did you.” 

The recruits gave each other a look. 

“Then what are they, sir?” Wallace was shocked. 

“They’re a bit of everything really. Before it was purely Monrosian. But as the Kingdom’s reach has grown, so has its people. The lands that the Kingdom rules have people, and it’s only right that the people are part of the military force. 

“But what if they don’t want to fight for the Kingdom?” Fineese frowned. 

“Oh no. They do. Trust me.” Sir Yolk looked sure as ever. “The Kingdom always comes and saves other lands, helps to make them better places. And that’s when they become part of the Kingdom. It’s sort of paying back the favour for the help. The lands that don’t need our help don’t get it, and so they don’t become part of the Kingdom.” 

“Like Kwasson?” Wallace thought. 

“Just like Kwasson. That’s right. They too have an army that’s not completely Kwass. Tamata, not entirely Tamatian. Olivia, not completely Olive. Neash, not completely Neashian. Did you know, Monrosia, before the Kingdom ruled, was ruled by the Julian Empire of Tamata. And that empire grew because of the Olive Kingdom, and the Olives developed under the Keba, the old empire of the Tokeb.” 

There were so many things the recruits didn’t know. Sir Yolk could see their confusion. 

“That’s enough history for now. Just know that true purity is hard to find, unless you’re looking at a very old Kingdom.” 

“Like the Qatahni” Arthor mentioned. 

“Did you see them? They were so scary.” Wallace seemed awestruck. 

“I thought they were beautiful” Fineese told. “They move in a pretty way.” Did she mean how they used their eyes? That’s all Arthor notcied. 

Sir Yolk seemed to have remembered something important. 

“They are an old peoples. Lasting throughout much of known history. And actually, we’re going to see some more for ourselves very soon. That’s what I need to talk to you lot about now.” 

The lord knight cleared his throat. 

“Our lord before was unsure about allowing us through the city. There’s been mysterious disappearances lately.” 

The recruits fell silent. This seemed important. 

“These disappearances started when a large Qatahni ship landed here in Trough.Now we don’t know if the disappearances are related, but they are said to be happening very close to the private area where Qatahni ships are allowed to dock. 

“The Qatahni ship is said to be part of the Royal Qatahni Navy. So, they keep to themselves. All they say is that they are waiting for somebody. Their agent. There’s no details about this agent, but the ship has been here for six days. That’s when the disappearances began. There has been a request of inspection of their ship, but it’s not that simple since they’re part of the Royal Qatahni Navy. They won’t share anything. So we don’t have much to go on. What do you all think? Sir Yolk seemed invested in this matter for some reason. 

“Sir,” Wallace spoke “shouldn’t the guard here be able to inspect any ships, even if they are navy ships or not? It’s dangerous if someone can go unchecked.” 

That was quite a question from Wallace. Since when did he know so much? 

“Yes, young recruit. You’re right” Sir Yolk explained. “But the very ship isn’t actually part of a navy. It’s part of the Royal Navy. ‘Navy’ is probably the wrong word. Navy is saying that it’s a military vessel. No. This one is a royal vessel. Means it belongs to their King.” 

Sir Yolk saw the young ones didn’t quite understand. 

“This ship is a royal vessel. And royalty is not something we just push over here in Monrosia. Barging into their ship could set the wrong tone. Fury from another land is the last thing this kingdom wants, especially from an old kingdom like the Qatahni.” 

“But isn’t the Viridian Kingdom strange than the Qatahni, sir?” Arthor thought. 

“Well, in military valor, yes. Our honour guides us through.” Sir Yolk said proudly. “But that doesn’t mean they cannot hurt us. Any peoples brought to anger can endanger Monrosian lives. We learnt that lesson long ago. Even if you’re bigger than a hound, bother it enough and it will bite. It might even bite your foot off. When it comes to Monrosia, any bite would be terrible for us.” The Titan made a good point. He was extremely wise for someone who seemed a brute. Was that why he was a lord knight? 

“Are we supposed to check the ship, sir? We’re only just recruits.” This was bugging Arthor. He remembered that they were not even in the Viridian ranks yet. 

“You’re with me, and you bear our colours. That means something to some.” The kknight gave them an encouraging nod. “But there’s only four of us. So, we need to see how we can be of any help for the time being. These disappearances are the main problem here. And the port guard is not having any luck. Do you have any ideas?” 

It was clear Sir Yolk already had some ideas of his own. But he also seemed to be encouraging the recruits to get involved. Was this how it was in the army? Weren’t things supposed to be more rigid and formal? Arthor checked to see if Wallace or Fineese felt encouraged to join in. Wallace didn’t seem sure about sharing any thoughts so far. Fineese looked ready to hear what Sir Yolk had to say. Sir Yolk then added. 

“We look a little different to the port guard, don’t you think?” 

The three nodded, unsure of what he was getting at. 

“Maybe the sight of the Viridian Army mnight change how people feel. Especially about the disappearances. Don’t you agree?” 

The three just nodded. What were they to say? 

“Don’t you see what it means to be in the Viridian ranks? If it’s known that the army is around, it could stop the disappearances.” 

His point did make sense. They army did seem more important thatn just the port guard. Is that what Sir Yolk wanted the recruits to see? 

“The army is more than for fighting and strength. It’s a symbol of peace. And peace is what everybody should aim for, as long as the army is around.” Sir Yolk stood proundly. “Bloodshe is only the final solution if there is no better way. I want you three to understand that. The army brings peace, not war. 

“Now, there is only four of us. Do you think that is enough to make a diference here? 

“My lord,” Wallace spoke. “I mean, sir. What if they have men inside the ship? Won’t it be dangerous for us. Maybe we should do anything until other at the camp help us.” 

“And we’re just recruits” Arthor added. “We don’t even have swords.” 

Sir Yolk shook his head. 

“You recruits should try to think more openly. Did you listen to what I told you before? The army is more than fights and strength. It’s a symbol of peace.” 

“Should we just let the ship see us?” Fineese suggested. “… sir.” 

“And why should we?” Sir Yolk faced Fineese. 

She lowered her glance, unsure if she should answer. 

“Because the ship people might act differently if they think the Viridian army is around to do something.” 

“That’s right, recruit. Very good.” 

“But what is the army going to do?” Arthor questioned. 

“Nothing. For now. It’s only us four here.” 

Wallace was just as confused. “So, how will they know if the army is going to do something. What do we tell them?” 

“What do you think we should tell them, recruit?” Sir Yolk looked to Fineese. 

“Nothing, sir. Until they ask us.” She still couldn’t face sir Yolk directly. “I think they just have to see that we’re here.” 

“Good job! That’s exactly right, recruits. We don’t say a thing. We just have to show we are here. People don’t act as freely as they’d like if they know somebody is watching.” 

“But what can the four of us do?” Arthor still wasn’t sure about this. “Would four be enough to scare them?” 

“You still don’t get it, I see.” Sir Yolk shook his head. “An army is an organization of people. When you se one soldier, he is not just one soldier, but part of a whole unit who will be looking out for him. And this unit is part of an army, looking after all its units. If they see us, they will not just see us four. They will see the army’s presence. Attacking us means declare war with the Viridian ranks. The same goes for us. Attacking anyone on this ship means an attack against Qatahni royalty. That’s why we can’t just enter the ship.” 

Now it made sense. Did Fineese understand this the whole time? Arthor was scared the four of them would not be strong enough to fight a shipload. But now with Sir Yolk around, the army was with them. That made Arthor feel stronger inside. But the problem did not seem solved. There was still the main problem. 

“But what about the disappearances? They’re already attacking us. Aren’t they declaring war, my lord?” 

Now, that’s the tricky part you recruits need to understand.” Sir Yolk watched each of the recruits. 

“We don’t actually know if these disappearances are because of this Qatahni ship. We only know they began around the time this ship arrived.” 

“So, it must be them” Wallace insisted. Arthor agreed. Yet, Sir Yolk shook his head at them. 

“Just because their arrival and the disappearances happened at the same time, does not mean they are connected. When leaves fall from a tree, it doesn’t mean the tree is sick. Relation isn’t always reason. You recruits must learn this. It’s what will make you true leaders.” 

Arthor and Wallace needed to think over that for a moment. It seemed Fineese understand. 

“Think about this” Sir Yolk explained. “Let’s imagine a pair of twins. Two men who looked exactly the same, talk the same, and even walk the same. If one of them steals an apple from a merchant, is the other twin guilty? Should we judge and punish the other twin?  

“No! Only the twin who stole the apple should be punished” Wallace answered. 

“Exactly. Do you see that even though the twins almost seem the same, doesn’t mean the other twin stole it? Just because problems started when the ship arrived, doesn’t mean it’s the ships fault. It could be someone else’s doing Someone else could have used the Qatahni ships arrival to hide their tracks on the disappearances. This is what we need to confirm. Once we do, the port guard can concentrate their efforts elsewhere.” 

Sir Yolk saw the understanding grow. But this was still a lot for them to learn. 

“Now, we could just stand around looking pretty, but that won’t achieve much. It might stop disappearances from happening, but we won’t gain information. We need to use our presence to gain information. What do you guys think we should do?” 

Sir Yolk wanted the recruits to think smartly. That was clear. So, they needed to devise a strategy to investigate the ship. Arthor had an idea. 

“Should we pretend that we think the ship is our own and walk in like we’re part of the navy. Then we can walk aboard and quickly see what’s on the ship. They might believe us if we pretend well enough that we didn’t know.” 

“That’s an extensive idea, recruit. Good on you.” The knight gave Arthor a nod. “But it won’t work. Getting aboard the ship to get a quick look is a good idea. We may find clues to the disappearances. We may not. But pretending we think it’s a Viridian vessel won’t work. Viridian ships have a particular look. Qatahni ships have their own particular look. Any trained forces would never make that distinguishing mistake. Taht and the fact that there will be royal guards stopping us on the docks before getting any closer.” 

Arthor thought his idea was good, but the flaws spoke true. 

“Maybe we should tell them about the disappearances” Wallace suggested. “And ask them if we could check their ship. They might let us inside.” 

“Another good idea, recruit.” Sir Yolk gave Wallace his nod. “But that’s leaving things to chance. It’s a gamble we may not want to take. This is the first that they’ll see the Viridian Army. If they do refuse to let us check the ship, we’ll never get another chance after that. Refusing us means refusing the army.  

“Also, telling them about the disappearances and that we are investigating will make them uncomfortable. It will make them hide away whatever they may be hiding, if they are hiding something. And what’s worse, asking them if we can check their ship could be seen as us accusing them. That’s not good for our relations with the Qatahni. What else could we do, recruits? 

Honestly, the three had no close. They’d never have had to think like this before. They had good ideas, but Sir Yolk had reasons as to why they wouldn’t work. Did the Titan know what they should do? He must have. 

“I do think getting on the ship will help us clarify things. Maybe find clues as well. But how do we get on without scaring them?” Sir Yolk stood, hands on his hips, in thought. Maybe he didn’t know. 

“We sneak on, sir.” Wallace looked sure of himself 

Everybody gave Wallace dumbfounded eyes. But Arthor thought about it. 

“Me and Wallace can do it.” 

“No. We can’t have you sneaking aboard. That is a crime. And if you’re caught, no one can save you. Not even the army. You’ve not even joined our ranks, let alone learned any infiltration techniques. I’ll not risk it” Sir Yolk looked aside. “And I myself am not the most suited for covert operations. If Kovert was with us, he probably could do it.” 

Sir Yolk was talking about Gappleton, wasn’t he. Covert operations for Kovert? Did that mean he was good at sneaking into places? It already seemed like Gappleton had snuck his way into Arthor’s life. And into Mom’s… 

“Don’t get frustrated, young on” the knight told Arthor. “We just need to think of a better plan.” 

Arthor’s emotions had slipped out. He didn’t realize. Damned Gappleton! 

“There’s got to be a better way?” Sir Yolk was in thought. “How can we get on this ship?” 

“We can say Hello” Fineese thought. “Then they’ll let us aboard.” 

Arthor and Wallace didn’t exactly agree with that plan. But Sir Yolk began to smile. 

“Yes!” he laughed. That’s right. We’ll go and say Hello.” 

The man was joking, right? 

“Will that work?” Wallace wondered. 

“Of course it will work.” The Titan smiled at Fineese. Good thinking, young one!” 

Fineese was still shy to look up at Sir Yolk, even though a little smile peeped out. Arthor didn’t understand the praise. 

“That won’t work! Why would they let us on if we just say hello?” he asked Sir Yolk. 

“But why wouldn’t they?” Sir Yolk looked smug. “We are nice looking people. We’re just saying Hello.” 

“But they won’t trust us!” 

“Why not?” 

“Because we’re from the army.” 

“And they’re from the royal family. That means they should trust us even more. 

What? “Doesn’t it mean they shouldn’t trust us at all?” 

Sir Yolk found that amusing. 

“Why do you think that, recruit?” 

“Because we’re from Monrosia!” Wallace interrupted. At least Wallace got it. “And they’re from… ummm, the Grass Countries.” 

The Titan faced Wallace. “Yes. Yes. And?” 

“And…” Wallace wasn’t sure. This made Wallace feel foolish. Arthor felt the same. 

“We’re enemies. They won’t trust us.” Arthor went and said it. Wallace agreed on that. 

“Why are we enemies, recruits?” Stir Yolk seemed more serious now. 

“Because” Wallace told. “they are from other lands. 

“And we don’t trust them” Arthor joined. 

Wallace added. “And because we fought them in the old wars.” 

“Did we?” Sir Yolk seemed to already know the answer. “As far as I remember, we never had war with the Qatahni Kingdom. In the old wars, we warred with the Tokeb. But we are not enemies with them. But you think we are enemies with the Qatahni?” 

Frustration. Arthor and Wallace grew more confused. Why did they feel that they were against the Qatahni? Arthor felt it deep inside, and yet what Sir Yolk said wasn’t wrong. 

“Recruit!” the Titan straightened himself up. This prompted the recruits to row up. 

“Don’t be hasty to create enemies! The Qatahni are no enemy of Monrosia, and yet you’ve already decided that they are on your own. But I understand why. I used to be that way. Many in our ranks used to be. It is the way of our old spirits. The beast. It thirsts for war. The old spirit still lives deep inside us all You will learn to overcome these old spirits. Then you’ll all become better man. Oh. And women. 

“I know you lot are from our inner country. Coin it means you’ve never truly seen much of the outside worlds or its peoples. That’s why you don’t trust the Qatahni. They are but strangers to you. But when we go say Hello, you’ll see that they are just people. People just trying to live. And once you see that, you’ll understand. Then you’ll see that they can even become our friends. You’ll learn in time. Do you want to live in a town full of enemies or a town full of friends? Think of Monrosia and all the other worlds the same way. Our worlds all live together. Let’s bring peace, not war. Now let’s go say Hello to our neighbours. 

The party of for made their way toward the Grass Lands and Earth Lands dock area. Sir Yolk had announced their presence for this area at the port guard station. The captain there, like everybody else, seemed to know Sir Yolk very well. And he assured Sir Yolk and the recuits not to worry since much of the patrol would know Sir Yolk as well. The knight didn’t seem so glad about that. 

The closer the four strolled toward the docks, the busier Trough became. But something was different about the air around here,  Arthor could tell. The feel and colour wasn’t uniform, like what you’d usually find with a crowd. But then again, that should have been expected with so many different people about. 

It was warmer here, which was strange being so much closer to the sea. The salty sea breeze couldn’t cleanse the warmth of people and food. Ahh. That’s what it was. Food. That golden warmth we sensed was just like Mr. Miley’s tavern. And that must have explained the noise. The air was busy with warmth and noise. 

There was no hesitation in people’s voices down here. Half of them were yelling. Likely because of all the music at every corner. There were performances everywhere. Arthor had seen performers a few times before. But a city full? The way they dressed was always amusing. Lots of colour, and weird and wonderful hats and masks. A large crowd had gathered around what looked to be several men engaged in an arguement. 

“You’ve been spilling ill words about my Kingship for too long, old Harvey of Luthor.” a young man dressed in a violet robe with gold lining, and a golden crown, stood pointing his sword toward the said ‘Old Harvey of Luthor’. “You will take back your words or suffer the might of my sword!” 

“Hah!” Laughing to himself stood a huge man with a fake greying beard, a green and blue surcoat, and a tiny brass crown atop his head. This was ‘Old Harvey of Luthor’. “Monrosia will crumble under your young hands, King Arboc. Your journey here to Luther will be your death!” 

Old Harvey of Luthor drew his greatsword. And at once, King Arboc and Old Harvey of Luthor began their charges of attack. Old Harvey of Luthor, being so big and standing a head taller, took long lumbering steps. King Arboc was swift and fierce. At time to strike, it was clear who made contact first. King Arboc was already sheathing his sword, while Old Harvey of Luthor was still attempting to finish his attack. The lumbering giant with his fake beard fell to the ground before he could even finish. It was amazing how quickly King Arboc dashed and slashed under his opponent’s sword. The King made the whole motion look effortless. Water flows and moves smoothly, Terner had said. Arthor saw King Arboc stand proudly above his foe. The King was not the biggest, yet he looked strong, his stance solid, almost as if he could… flow? 

Five black plated soldiers suddenly appeared before King Arboc. Their short surcoats bore blue and green. The damned Luthians! Two of the Luthians made for a charge at King Arboc when suddenly spears came from behind the King, pinning the attackers. 

A grey plated knight with a green ponytail hanging from the top of his helm, and a red plated knight, stood valiantly beside King Arboc. 

“Sir Darras, the Stallion, and Sir Timber Woods.” A herald appeared and announced. 

“My lord knights. How good of you to come!” said King Arboc. 

“My king,” Sir Tember called. “we will never leave your side.” 

“For Monrosia! And the Viridian Kingdom!” Sir Darras roared. 

Sword drawn, Sir Darras charged toward the remaining three Luthians. He took one down with a strike, but the other two jumped out of his way. The Luthians prowled around Sir Darras, keeping distance. The lord knight pivoted slowly, making sure to keep his foes in sight. When the Luthians stood at different ends, Sir Darras dashed toward the one to his left. The Luthian blocked one attack. Blocked two attacks. The lord knight was about to attack again when the Luthian decided he’d give a strike of his own. Sir Darras swept the attack to his, readying his next strike. Sir Darras really knew how to dance about. But there was movement behind him. The other Luthian was free to attack the knight’s rear. Had Sir Darras forgotten? As Sir Darras launched forward to attack his target, the Luthian behind him went in to strike. Sir Darras was wide open! IT was too late to turn around now. But in an instant, Sir Darras somehow paused, then leaped out to his side. This brought him out of the way of both his target and his attacker behind him. His attacker was still moving forward with his now off-course strike. His flank was wide open for Sir Darras. The lord knight took no change to relax and struck the attacker, who then stumbled toward his friend in front. Sir Darras danced to the side and finished off the last Luthian. His movements were extraordinary. Smooth. Could he have really moved like that dressed in those plates? 

“Sir Darras!” King Arboc applauded. But something was not right. Behind the King! One of the Luthians who had been speared down earlier, quickly stood up and made a charge for the King. 

Almost like a flash of stormlash, Sir Tember dashed past King Arboc and struck down the revived Luthian. He wouldn’t be reviving anymore. 

“Ah! And Sir Tember!” the King cheered to his protector. 

The herald from before stood before everybody. 

“And so after a gruelling battle, the valiant King Arboc and the dutiful Viridian Knights went to Luthor and defeated the treacherous King. Defeated, the Luthians had no choice but to reunite with the Alliance and joined the Viridian Kingdom at their side.” 

King Arboc, Sir Darras, and Sir Tember stood smiling, waving, and bowing to the cheering crowd. Arthor couldn’t help but cheer on too. Until… 

“Let’s go, recruit!” An enormous hand pulled on Arthor’s shoulder. Sir Yolk stood waiting, Wallace and Fineese behind him. “You’ve duties.” And the Titan lead off, the other two making sure Arthor caught up. Arthor took one last look to the performers, in case he missed any more actions. They moved so quickly yet elegantly. Was that how trained soldiers fought? They were only performers, but their motions were smooth yet strong. Like water. 

Walling close along the shoreline, passing countless dock piers, Trough was still noisy. But in a different way. Poisons! Arthor recognized this. Like when the townsfolk celebrated a good harvest. Only this was… Messier. Not only because there were hundreds more people, but they seemed more intoxicated than how the townsfolk usually were. People were hanging out of windows, off balconies, on the ground, some even falling into the water. 

Hundreds of boats filled the pier sides and the water. It was a wonder how they’d ever sail out. One of the largest ships was loaded with drunks, singing, dancing, and falling off board, which must have been painful since this ship wasn’t even in the water. This ship sat dockside, held up by support post. An entrance was cut out on one side of the hull. A sign above. “The Dancer”. 

A few drunks stumbled out of the Dancer almost crashing into Sir Yolk. But when they saw the lord knight, they quickly stopped themselves and made way. A few of the port guards tried to clear a path for Sir Yolk and the recruits, but everyone around soon realized their presence and made sure not to get in the way. All but some of the other port guard. They badgered Sir Yolk, asking him to join them. He’d just smile not saying a word. 

You could tell the four were passing different districts as each area had different sorts of people. It was clear, judging by the many Tokebs about and the strange yet wonderful smell of fruits. This area was a lot clearer, except for the smokiness in the air. There weren’t hundreds of drunks slopping around everywhere. Instead, people breathed in strange colourful smoke from their colourful glass water jars. This was the strangest thing Arthor had ever seen. These tokebs would breathe in this colourful smoke that the water was somehow creating. Then after a quick moment, they’d blow out colourful shapes from their mouths. Some blew put what looked to be birds, some fish. One man made a blue hound. Another blew out a dragon! Well, Arthor thought it might have been a dragon. Dragons weren’t real, of course. 

“Be careful not to breathe in the smoke” Sir Yolk called behind him. When he got no answer, he added, “There be unknowns alive in their breaths.” 

They watched. The Tokeb people, with their smokes. They all watched Sir Yolk and the recruits as they passed by. The attention was unnerving. Everywhere you looked, staring eyes. There were port guard about, but the smoke wielders paid them no heed. The Viridian Army was the attraction tonight. The recruits wanted to hurry along. Arthor felt himself walk faster, but Sir Yolk kept his moderate pace. Couldn’t he just hurry up? 

Hundreds of staring eyes. And not a face looked happy either. Arthor didn’t see one smile. Were the recruits allowed in this area? Eyes continued to watch. Smoke continued to float. 

A giant, bright green felix leaped across the path they were walking. Sir Yolk covered his mouth as the felix soon vanished into the air. The felix smoke artist watched Arthor as they strolled past. Arthor tried not to look back but could tell the smoke artist was still watching. Why was he watching him so intently? Arthor turned around to check. But something jumped out toward him.  

A swift purple felix jumped on Sir Yolk’s shoulder. The felix turned around then pounced on Arthor. The figure vanished into a cloud of purple haze upon hitting Arthor’s face. Wallace and Fineese covered their mouths, but It was too late. Arthor gasped in shock. He took in a breath of the purple smoke. Thick. The smoke felt thick. And something else… Sweet. It was thick, but it was sweet. The smoke tasted of crunches at their ripest. How pleasant.  

The smoke was relaxing. Arthor felt his insides suddenly relax. All the nerves Arthor was suffering before had vanished as quick as the smoke. It was as if everything was alright. No. Everything was alright. There was nothing to fear. Not in these smokes or these apparitions. Everything was fine. All of it was. All it was was just comfort. Sweet, smooth, smoky comfort. But why weren’t they to breathe in the smoke? Arthor found nothing wrong with it. If anything, he wanted to taste more. These Tokeb, they meant no harm. They were friends. Isn’t that what Sir Yolk was trying to teach the recruits? Making friends, not foes. That’s why they were going to say Hello to the beautiful Qatahni. On their lovely royal ship. They were gonna make friends. That smoke artist who blew out the felixes. All along. He was no threat. He was a friend. Arthor wanted to say Hello. The recruit turned to see his Tokeb friend. 

Now striding toward Arthor, a giant, blue beast took trotting steps. It looked like a felixm only more ferocious and brute. 

“Arthor! Watch out!” Wallace shrieked. 

But Arthor wasn’t scared. Why should he be? It couldn’t have meant any harm.  

He approached the approaching beast. Quickly it circled Arthor, separating him from the others. Arthor swore he could hear and feel its footsteps. He wanted to touch the blue beast. Reaching his hand out, Arthor could feel the beast’s warmth. He was sure he would feel the warmth on the beast’s fur. Until… 

A swift hand swiped through the blue beast. 

Instantly the beast puffed into a cloud of glittering green, red, and blue smoke. The same hand reached for Arthor and pulled him away. 

Sir Yolk dragged Arthor with one hand, other hand covering his own mouth. 

“Quickly! Let’s move” the Titan’s muffled voice called to Wallace and Fineese. He made no pacing for Arthor’s slow footing and pulled the recruit without hesitation. 

Why was Sir Yolk so rough anyway? What was the whole rush? 

Everyone watched the Titan pull this helpless recruit down the quay. How embarrassing. 

“It’s okay, my lord. I can walk.” Arthor tried to wriggle out of Sir Yolk’s grips, but the knight was strong and kept pulling on Arthor. Arthor just let it happen. How could he fuss with someone so big and strong anyway? But what would everyone else think? Wallace and Fineese followed from behind. They looked worried. This caused Arthor to hurry his steps so he wouldn’t look like he was being dragged. 

After pushing past several crowds, they reached a dock area. This place had two huge statues to signify an entrance. 

One statue was a bird with Qatahni like eyes, looking down on passers-by. This bird was mighty, with its black lined eyes and huge muscular arms… Wait! Arms? This bird had a person’s body. Marvelous, it was. And masculine. The other statue was no different. But it had a hound’s head instead, sitting atop a shirtless man’s body. These might guardians protected the entrance of this dock area. 

Arthor couldn’t help but give a slight bow in respect to the guardians. But Sir Yolk, who wasn’t having any of that, pulled Arthor along before the youth could honour both statues. There was something grand about this place. The old statues looked ancient, carved of some stone, but the rest of this place was modern and very up to date. The buildings around had smooth granite walls, giving each structure a straight yet sturdy look. The greys and light browns of the walls were contrasted cleanly with the well-groomed trees – if we could call them that – who’s vibrant green leaves brought a feeling of life where the walls brough cold. The paths here were bordered with long patches of vibrant short grass. Each corner had a wonderous patch of yellow and purple blooms. Lamps were set around here to light up the blooms in the dark. Whoever had planted all of these really knew how to showcase the beauty in plant life. 

Arthor was dazzle at how pretty this place was until a strong voice gave him a rude awakening. 

“Recruit! Re ‘cruit! Stay with us!” 

Oh. It was Sir Yolk.  

Looking around, Arthor noticed that they were all still standing behind the two entrance guardians. Hadn’t they already ventured into this new, clean area? Arthor swore he had already strolled about to see the sights. 

“Try to pay attention, now” Sir Yolk told Arthor. “We’re in the Qatahni district now, but this is the private area. So we can’t mess about.” 

Private area… 

“Are we allowed in here, sir?” Wallace asked. Just want Arthor wanted to know. 

“That is unclear, recruit. But we are going to make ourselves known. We’ll soon find how well they welcome Viridian forces here in Monrosia. First! The port guard…” Sir Yolk peered about in search of friendly colours. 

From the Tokeb area where they had come from, a pair of port guard approached. 

“Yolk!” one called. They didn’t look happy. The one talking was the older of the two. “Gappleton with you?” We really need to talk about this shit.” 

Gappleton? They said they were looking for Gappleton, weren’t they?  To talk about the ship? Can Gappleton really sneak about? Would he truly be the one to sneak… 

“No. He’s not” Sir Yolk told. “But we were just about to get well acquainted with this Qatahni ship. Give them a Hello from the Viridian Kingdom.” 

The port guard were not as cheerful as the Titan. 

“Now, what’s the matter?” Sir Yolk asked. “You two seemed troubled.” 

“It’s Chonno” the younger port guard spoke. “Me n’ ‘im ‘ave patrol ‘round ‘ere. We know we ought t’be careful ‘round these folk. But that silly badge! Told me he was gon’ for a quick squirt.” The guard shook his head. “Never came back!” 

The guard were mournful. Arthor guessed what they had meant. 

“He could just be taking his time” Sir Yolk suggested. “How long since he’s been gone?” 

“Couple bells it’s been, Yolk” the older guard spoke. “We’ve got checkpoints n’ all ‘round ‘ere. For our patrol routes. And a station just up here. He ain’t shown his face since. Ya don’t go missing a few bells ‘thout someone vouching for ya. It’s my lot, so I know where we all stretch out. Chon’ and Kav’ here stick fat like brows on a Tokeb. So, we know some’in happened. And I bet them Tahni know a ‘fing or two.”  

The guard started off down the quay. 

“Hey! Hold it, Lewy. Hold it!” Sir Yolk called out. “What are you going to do? Raid that ship?” 

The port guard started off again. “I’m gonna go get me man. If you’re gonna go say Hello, you can come along.” 

“Now, hold it!” The Titan rushed in front to stop the guard. “What are you doing, lad?” 

“I’m doin’ some’in.” 

“Dont be hasty, Lewy. You’re in charge here, arnt’y you? You should be more calm.” 

“Been calm, Yolk. Been waitin’ ‘round a real long time. All this, happenin’ in my own area. Now one of me own… Them missin’ folk already makin’ me look bad. Losin’ trust ‘round ‘ere. But with Chonno missin’… Been sittin’ ‘round for too long.” Lewy tried to walk past Sir Yolk but the Titan blocked his way. 

“Outta ma’ way, Yolk!”  the guard yelled. 

“Come on, lad.” Sir Yolk feigned sympathy. “You have to think straight. You can’t just go barging into a royal ship when one of your men go missing.” 

“Done it with other ships before. Worked out just fine.” He tried to pass Sir Yolk again. The Titan wasn’t having it. 

“A royal ship? What would your lord say?” 

“Well, the lord’s not you, Yolk. Don’t think you can just give me an order.” 

“I can if I must!” the Titan raised his voice. “Apart from your sake, you’re going to jeopardize my plans. Viridian plans.” 

“You and ya army don’t matter ‘round ‘ere, Yolk. Your lot ‘ave never made a difference ‘round ‘ere.” 

“The army has never needed to come here.” 

The guard looked away in shock. “And after what we’ve done…” 

“That doesn’t mean you go and shake this ship up, Lewy.” 

“They got me man!” 

“You don’t know that!” Sir Yolk exclaimed. “You don’t know that this ship has anything to do with it. Just, stay calm. Stay calm and let me handle things first. I’m going to see how they greet the army. “ 

“It’s not ya problem, Titan. Don’t get involved.” 

“Monrosians missing. Suspected Qatahni ship. Sounds like matters of the kingdom to me. And besides, should you report to command first. Before you go and do anything. He’s given me rights to get involved.” 

“He what?” Lewy thought for a moment. “I sent someone to report. But I Know what he’s going to say. He doesn’t care.” 

“You’d be surprised.” Sir Yolk gave a sudden smile. “Why do you think I’m here?” 

“You?” Lewy looked behind the knight. “Whadda’ ya gonna do with a couple of freshlings? Get chummy and with their hearts?” 

Sir Yolk smiled at the port guard for a brief moment. 

“Yes. That’s exactly what we’re going to do.” 

The port guard looked confused. The other guard seemed to be waiting for Sir Yolk to explain more. 

“Look,” Sir Yolk placed a hand on Lewy’s shoulder. “Let me see if I can have a word with them first. Then after, I’ll come to your station. I’ll let you know what happened. Then you can do whatever you want.” 

Lewy didn’t say anything. 

“Please.” Sir Yolk softened his tone. “Let me see what I can do first. Let an old friend have a try. I’ll see you right after.” 

The port guard had a quick think. 

“I’m stayin’ ‘round ‘ere. You better come back soon, Yolk.” Lewy shrugged the Titan’s hand off and walked back up the port hill. 

“Thank you, Lewy.” 

It was strange the way these port guard treated Sir Yolk. It wasn’t proper, for lack of a better word. But Sir Yolk didn’t help that fact either. He was just as unproper with them as they were to him. It was nothing like the respect and formalities he inspired at the camp or at Gappleton’s castle. Arthor himself made sure he talked to Sir Yolk properly. But the port guards… Yiu could tell that they and Sir Yolk were all friends. Awkward yet comforting. It made Arthor feel more welcoming knowing the folk around here were at least friendly, even if some were mean to Sir Yolk. 

“They keep a trio before the pier, and I think another before the ship.” The port guard called from behind. “Doubt you’ll get past the first three.” 

The party of four made way to the pierside, when Sir Yolk suddenly pulled the recruits to the side. 

“As you can see, these disappearances are real. And by how our friend before reacted, they’re definitely happening around here. But remember, it doesn’t mean it’s because of the ship. For all anybody knows, we’re not even investigating the matter. I’m just taking you recruits for a tour around Trough. So, follow my lead, and don’t seem like you’re looking for anything. If anything, we aren’t’ even aware about this ship. Okay? Let’s go.” 

There was a strange enthusiam in Sir Yolk voice, almost as if he knew this would work. He must have had a good plan. The recruits grew eager to see what he’d do.  

As the Titan led up front, Arthor felt something pull his shoulder. 

“Arthor. Are you alright?” Wallace looked worried. 

“Yeah. Sir Yolk is in charge. Let’s do you best, Wallace!” Arthor grew excited as they marched forward, but Wallace’s expression didn’t change. Fineese didn’t look any different. 

“But, are you gonna be alright, Art?” Wallace stopped. Was something the matter? 

“of course, I am.” Arthor was confused. “What’s wrong? Are you going to be alright? Let’s go.” 

Wallace caught up to them. “I’m just checking. Let’s go.” 

Arthor noticed Wallace and Fineese look to each other as if they’d agreed on something. He was probably checking on her too. Strange fellow. But good of him to check on Fineese. Wallace and Arthor were supposed to take care of her, and she’d take care of them. Arthor thought he should probably check on her more as well. Was she still uncomfortable? Arthor peered toward Fineese and gave her a smile. She noticed him. Arthor gave a quick nod, unsure what to do. She returned her nod and continued following Sir Yolk. 

The Qatahni quay angled off up ahead. Around this corner was where the pier and the royal ship were hidden. Was it a ship? How was something like this even hidden from sight before? 

The Qatahni Royal Ship stood tremendously upon the pierside waters. This thing was bigger and taller than a castle – well, bigger than Gappleton’s castle for all Arthor knew. Where did it even come from? How had Arthor not seen such an enormous vessel in the water before they turned the corner. It was five times as large as the Dancer. The Qatahni private harbour had only few ships around, but the royal ship must have been bigger than them all combined. 

Three tall figures stood just before the pier. The three that the port guard, Lewy, had mentioned. And as mentioned, three more at where the pier branched off toward the royal ship. Sir Yolk pointed out towards all the quayside buildings. 

“Only the most wealthy of Qatahni own buildings around here.” Sir Yolk spoke at an alarming volume. “You won’t find merchants or vendors around here, not like the other areas. Do you lot know why?” Sir Yolk turned walk backwards as he faced the recruits. 

“Yes! That’s correct.” Nobody had even answered him yet. 

“Most of these structures are houses. You won’t find people living inside them right now. Because most of these wealthy Qatahni live elsewhere. They’re just rich enough to buy a building and keep them here. Most of these folks also have boats that you might find here.” Sir Yolk turned and pointed out toward the Qatahni private harbour. They were getting much closer to the three Qatahni soldiers at the pier entrance. The recruits quickly realized why Sir Yolk was talking so loudly. All they could do was follow his lead. 

“Most of their boats, of course, aren’t here, because they likely sailed them back to Kairoza. But some are still here.” The Titan suddely came to a halt. “Father above. Look at the size of that ship” he pointed out to the vessel and was loud enough for anybody to hear. 

“Must be a very important person, whoever owns that ship. I wonder who it could be. The Viridian Army hasn’t heard of the arrival of any royal personnel. We should go make sure we know of any important people who have arrived in Monrosia.” 

The Qatahni soldiers obviously heard all that Sir Yolk had been saying. They looked to have readied themselves lest the Viridian party got close. 

“Ahh. And here we have Qatahni soldiers protecting the ship. This must be an important somebody’s ship. 

“Welcome to Monrosia, Qatahni soliders. We hope it’s not too cold for you here in our world.” You could hear the big smile on Sir Yolk’s face as he approached the three soldiers. 

The Qatahni guards weren’t smiling, of course. They didn’t look very welcoming either. But Arthor was facinated by them nonetheless. Their dark shining skin shone in Eluna’s light, even with all the white lampshine around. This lampshine too… How did they ever get the lamps to shine white? But besides that, back to the Qatahni. As metallic as they appeared, they still bore skin. How did it shine that way? 

The three were clearly watching Sir Yolk and the recruits approach. Their eyes didn’t hide that facct. Now, before the Qatahni guards, Sir Yolk seemed to be waiting for their response. Nothing had emerged, of course. The guards looked ready to refuse any entry to their pier, with one standing a front, the other two behind. Their lead slowly scanned Sir Yolk from top the bottom. After a brief moment of glaring at the Tittan’s face, the lead Qatahni quickly jerked his glance to the side, waiting for Sir Yolk to follow. ‘Move along’ Arthor understood it to mean. But the Titan didn’t budge. 

“How has Monrosia been treating, you? I hope those arms haven’t been suffering the cold here.” 

The Qatahni soldiers behind him had a quick glance at each other’s bare arms. This was their military dress. Golden breast plate over a violet sleeveless tunic, atop a bronze plated skirt. Their wrists and shin bracers had intricate, violet ornamentations carved into them, and different jewels added. Their spearheads had jewels as well. The lead guard’s spear had a large blue stone at the blade centre. Did it mean something compared to to the other two’s smaller green stone? 

The Qatahni did not move. They were as still as stone. Arthor even wondered if they were breathing. He could tell. Sir Yolk knew he wasn’t getting through to them. 

“I am Sir Yolk. Lord of Yates, just west of Hurley. I am a proud official of the Viridian Army, and I taking these fine, young recruits on a tour of the great port city of Trough. I’ve only come to this private section a few times. It seems to grow more beautiful every year. Just as is your charm. You’re a sergeant from what I can tell. Your stone is amber if I’m not mistaken.” 

Wasn’t the specified stone blue? Either way. None of Sir Yolk’s nonsense seemed to have an effect on the Qatahni soldiers. The lead just stared straight at Sir Yolk. The stare was heavy too. How was Sir Yolk not bothered by this hard glare. The Titan just stared back. Was he waiting for them to answer? They weren’t going to talk. That was clear. After a moment, Sir Yolk turned to his side. Had he grown tired of the stare contest? Maybe he realized this wasn’t working. Was their chance on the ship lost just like that?  

The two Qatahni behind their lead gave the recruits another scan. You could feel the Qatahni’s stare. Arthor knew he didn’t want to be there anymore. But Sir Yolk wasn’t moving.  

What in the worlds was Sir Yolk even doing? Turned to the side, starting at nothing in particular. Not even an expression on his face. Just standing there. Blank, in front of the Qatahni soldiers and the recruits. And after all that chatter he tried to start. This was embarrassing. None of this was working. Couldn’t they just leave? Sir Yolk was still just standing there looking at nothing. The Qatahni lead just watched Sir Yolk, his fellows watching the recruits. Arthor had had enough of this. It was unbearable. Arthor turned to walk off. 

“We should get going now” Arthor said. Wallace and Fineese looked ready to go as well, but Sir Yolk… He didn’t make a move. Why was he just standing there? 

But something else was making Arthor feel uncomfortable at that moment. Arthor felt it. He looked to find the two rear Qatahni soldiers staring straight at him. Not at Wallace. Not at Fineese. But at Arthor, himself. Was it because of something he said? Their glances were different this time. They held a different weight. Judgement! Were they judging him? The lead gave a long slow sigh. It sounded almost disappointed. Well, at least they breathed. Sir Yolk finally turned to face the lead. 

“What brings you all here, sergeant?” Sir Yolk spoke. “The Viridian Army was not aware of any royalty coming to Monroisa. I can arrange anything your highness may need. We’ll organize an escort. Just let me know, sergeant.” 

Why was Sir Yolk still trying? Wasn’t it clear that this wasn’t… 

“It is Banba!” the lead Qatahni soldier spoke. 

“Oh” Sir Yolk sounded mistaken.  “I’m sorry, soldier.” 

“Banba!” the lead exclaimed. 

“I’m sorry, Banba.” Sir Yolk raised his hands in surrender. 

“We are Royal Tauries. Not any common soldier” the lead took a breath at that. “Your recruits are attempting a lead on you. Are you sure they are for your army? Or is this the standard the Viridian Kingdom has to offer. Sort your recruits, Sir Yolk.” This Qatahni spoke very fluent Human. It sounded more proper than any of the folk back at Ducksworth could ever speak. But it also made him seem very cold. Like the way his skin looked. 

“They’ll be sorted out in time, Banba. Don’t you worry about that. I just found these recruits yesterday. They are our new Young Flames.” Sir Yolk smiled at that. “I’d say they’re quality. Watch! 

“Row up!” the knight straightened up in front. 

The recruits recognized the posture waiting for the cue. And at once, hands to chest. This time, the timing was better. In good time too. The Royal Qatahni guard’s scorn wreaked, likely for when ARthor tried to leave. Sir Yolk kept his salute held, and so did the recruits. But nothign proceeded. With a long air of silence, the Qatahni royal guards just started. A light breeze, the sound of rocking waters, slight creeks of old wood, Trough’s hum far in the background. How long had they held up their salute? And what for? Arthor’s shoulders trembled. He’d never held his army up for this long. Sir Yolk kept it up, so the recruits kept it up. 

After some time, the lead Tahni lifted his spear. With the butt of his spear, the lead gave the pier floorboards two thuds. And at once, the Qatahnis leaned their spearheads forward, then pulled them back up right. The Qatahni salute, likely.  

Sir Yolk relaxed his arm. Finally. Arthor gasped for air. He checked Wallace and Fineese. Fineese looked sore but Wallace didn’t reveal much. Arthor should have done the same, so he straightened himself up. 

“They need much work, Sir Yolk” the lead spoke again. “As to why you chose these few, I’ll never know. Now continue your tour and leave us be.” 

Sir Yolk had the smile back in his voice. 

“Oh. They’ll get plenty of work. These three will be important figures for the Viridian Kingdom. Remember their faces.” 

The lead did not give the recruits even the slightest glance. 

“Royal guards in Monrosia is no simple matter, Banba. Who have you brought? I’m not aware of any arrivals. Has an escort been arranged?” 

“There is no one in need of an escort. We are here for the envoy.” 

The envoy…. 

“This envoy,” Sir Yolk wondered. “Perhaps the Viridian Army can assist in finding this envoy. Should we ask your captain? I can have anybody in Monrosia found in a day. It will be a good example for my recruits as well. So, let’s talk to your captain.”  

Sir Yolk stepped forward to walk the pier. But immeadiately, the rear Qatahni guards spread out and crossed their spears, like a temporary gate. 

“The envoy should have no problem moving through Monrosia. This envoy has clear passage through out the Fire Countries. We only await their arrival.” 

It didn’t seem as if they’d be letting Sir yolk and the recruits on the ship. The crossed spears behind indicated no entry. That was clear to understand. What would Sir Yolk do? 

“Alright. If you insist, Banba.” Sir Yolk tried some more. “And what of you and your soldiers?” 

“We are Royal Tauries!” the lead corrected, 

“Yes. Yes. That’s right. You are. Sorry, Banba.” The Titan put his hands up in submission again. “How can the Viridian Kingdom assist the Royal Qatahni Guardians? Are you being seen to in your needs? Any way I can help?” 

“Royal Tauries require nothing of the Viridian Kingdom.” the Qatahni told. “As far as I know, this part of the harbour is Qatahni land. Our needs are our own matter.” 

“If all is well, then there should be no problem for us to meet your captain. As representative of the Viridian Kingdom, I would be honoured to give the royal captian our welcome. Please. I request our meeting.” 

“The captain does not need to see anybody. We only await the…” 

“Banba!” Sir Yolk’s tone sterned like stone. “This is an intercountry request. Notify your captain that he has been called.” Sir Yolk glanced to the Qatahni’s side. “Blue. I’m sure that topax of yours means you understand.” 

The lead gave Sir Yolk a direct stare. 

“And besides…” Sir Yolk stepped to the side. With his eyes, like a Qatahni, Sir Yolk indicated for the lead to come closer to him. Reluctantly, the lead followed. To the side, the Qatahni and the Titan shared some quiet words. Arthor couldn’t make at what they were saying., but it seemed like they were discussing certain matters. The recruits thought they heard Sir Yolk say Young Flames. At that, the Qatahni lead gave a glance toward the recruits, then grinned. 

After a nod, the two returned to their original positions at the pier entrance. 

“Our captain may not answer your sudden call, Sir Yolk. We have no business with anyone in Monrosia but the envoy.” 

“I’m sure we’ll help to find your envoy. You’re captain will appreciate the assistance. And the captain’s name, Banba?” 

Banba, if that’s what Sir Yolk was calling him, wasn’t happy. But said nothing. Maybe he didn’t want to answer. Sir Yolk seemed to know how to deal with the Qatahni, and waited for an answer. The knight gave another glance at Banba’s spearstone, then leveled his eyes with the Qatahni. Banba grew more irritated at that. 

“Captain Daijo, of the ‘Halqazal Arlanar’.” Banba Said proudly. 

Sir Yolk looked up to the ship. 

“The ‘Castle of…’ I’m sorry. My Qatahni tongue is poor.” 

“It is Kairoza’s Palace of the Sea. And just like any palace, any visits will not be taken lightly.” Banba stared at Sir Yolk. 

“Well, yes. You’ve made that clear.” 

Banba was at least pleased at that comment. He didn’t smile, but his eyes seemed satisfied all of a sudden. Sir Yolk didn’t see this, though. The lord knight was still marvelled at the ship. Arthor had forgotten how gigantic this ship was. The biggest he’d ever seen. The biggest anything he’d ever seen. This ship was surely bigger than Gappleton’s castle. Kairoza’s Place of the Sea… Palace. That name was sure fitting. 

“A majestic ship indeed, Banba.” Sir Yolk continued. “But from what I’ve gathered, there is no one majestic aboard. I’m sure Captain Daijo will have no problem seeing officials from the world he’s just landed on. I’m sure your captain and that gemstone of yours know the formalities.” 

Sir Yolk really knew how to pick at this Qatahni. Was there something special about these gemstones, Arthor wondered. 

We aboard are all Kairoza Tauries, we are of a class beyond any noble. Our presence is to be honoured as much as any of the palace.” Banba told matter-of-factly. 

“And yet, here you are. Outside on guard duties.” Sir Yolk looked Banba up and down. 

“Being at the post of first contact is a position all Tauries aspire to hold. While the rest sit and wait, we have the honour of personally getting rid of any scum that comes our way.” 

The two Tahni behind smiled. Not with their mouths, Arthor noticed. Banba stood more proudly this time. 

“It’s too bad. But I’m official, Banba. Let our presence be known.” 

A long silence lumbered after that. Sir Yolk made sure to keep his gaze fixed on Banba. Banba on him. 

Arthor grew more and more exhausted as the two leads stared on, legs beginning to ache. Why was his back so sore? 

Arthor almost forgot about his whole day of marching. Was that all today? Arthor swore that happened several days ago. 

The staring went on. Neither Sir Yolk nor Banba moved a muscle. Bored of waiting, all Arthor could do is think of all that happened today. But the more he tried to remember all of today’s occurances, the more he felt himself drift off into sleep. Stay awake! the recruit told himself. This was a serious time, dealing with Qatahni Tauries.  

Arthor wondered if Fineese was okay? She was surely worried before. But she shouldn’t be. She was one of them. And she completed the march. Wasn’t that good enough. Maybe it’s because she had to shower alone. Was that it?  

Arthor’s weight suddenly began to shift off balance. He tried to stick his foot forward to catch himself from falling. He’d dozed off for a moment. That woke him up! He saw Wallace and Fineese beside him, confused at his stumble. They did look tired though. But Sir Yolk and Banba continued their stare off, until Banba turned his head to tell one of his rears something.  

One of the rear guards marched off toward the ship. Finally! Something finally happened. 

“I tell you, Sir Yolk, Lord of Yates, Captain Daijo does not plan to meet anybody but the envoy. That is our only business here. Anybody else should keep their business their own.” Banba kept his gaze forward. “Once Illah returns, you’ll find that any matter you have, you’ll discuss with me. You might as well start and tell me what you want.” 

“I’ll save my words for the captain.” Sir Yolk turned to the recruits. He faced them and put a hand to his chest. Arthor had almost forgotten the signal and returned the salute. 

“Soon we’ll see a captain of a royal Qatahni ship.” Sir Yolk put on a loud voice again. “They are of possibly greater rank than mine. So be sure to be ready with your salutes, recruits.” 

“They’ll have no part with Captain Daijo. If Captain Daijo does answer your call, your recruits will have to stay back here. But do not worry. I’ll make sure they make it onto the pier.” Banba watched the recruits cautiously. 

“I’m afraid I can’t leave these recruits unattended. They are under my care. My responsibility. And so, they’ll be coming with me.” 

“No matter.” Banba smiled, not with his mouth. “You won’t be getting any further from here. The captain will likely ask that you meet another time, elsewhere. And by that time, the envoy would have returned, and we would be off. Don’t waste your time here and be off, Sir Yolk, Lord of Yates. We have no business with you.” 

“This part of Trough may belong to Kairoza, but these are still Viridian waters. And as official of the Viridian Kingdom, your presence here is very much our business.” 

“Officials?” Banba gave them all a glance. 

“A self-proclaimed lord knight and a bunch of children in makeshift armours I don’t recognize. You fly no banners. You march with no retinue. And I’m supposed to receive you strangers with glory and honour. You’d have a better chance joining up with this town’s lousy guard. Those fools couldn’t hold a line if their next cups depended on it.” 

This plan wasn’t working. Banba didn’t actually believe they were from the army from the sound of things. Was that why they weren’t so welcoming? This wasn’t the best idea after all. Didn’t Sir Yolk have a better plan? From the look of Sir Yolk, he was still going to continue. Arthor wanted to leave, but what was Sir Yolk planning to do? 

“Show us your salute again, young soldiers.” Banba watched the recruits with his observant eyes. “It’s not bad. I almost believed you were Viridian soldiers.” 

It was hard to tell if Banba was being serious. His glare readily watched the three young recruits. Arthor held in his breath, afraid Banba was watching that too. 

“Remember their faces, Banba” Sir Yolk said proudly. “These young flames will be the new fire on Monrosia.” 

Why was Sir Yolk so calm about everything? The Qatahnis obviously didn’t believe Sir Yolk or the recruits were anything special. It was embarrassing. Arthor wanted to run away and hide his face from all the worlds. And yet Sir Yolk was insistent on showing off the recruits. How long were they going to keep up this act? 

Sir Yolk stood before the recruits in that particular manner. He didn’t call for them to ‘row up’, but Arthor, Wallace, and Fineese, straightened their line, lest they vex him. At that, Sir Yolk raise the salute, and so followed the recruits. The timing was perfect! Natural. Arthor didn’t know whether to feel proud or embarrassed at that moment. Banba didn’t even believe them. This salute was held up a bit longer. When Arthor looked to Sir Yolk, the knight gave them a proud smile and nod. Something about that made Arthor truly believe he was a Viridian soldier, and believe in his salute. Did the Qatahni believe? 

Banba’s eyes were unchanged. Open. Watching. Face, expressionless. What was he thinking? It didn’t seem like he’d be letting them through. 

“We’ve got us a bunch of big soldiers here, don’t we” an intrusive voice called out. 

Banba’s attention drew behind the recruits. Sir Yolk dropped his salute in confusion. A green, brighter than Sir Yolk’s and the recruits’, stood before them. Arthor grew even more embarrased. And that stupid smile on the intruder’s face didn’t help. 

“That’s some nice gear you’ve got on there, Arth.” Scaplo tugged at Arthor’s coat. “Hah hah! You guys look good!” 

Why did he have to come now, of all times? 

“Wow, Missy, You look like a true Viridian woman. The green really suits you.” 

Fineese grew shy at that. 

“But why do you still look the same” Scaplo laughed at Wallace. “The other two look way more gorwn up now.” 

Wallace didn’t reply. The situation was still a serious one, regardless of Scaplo’s sloppy appearance. Scaps turned to Sir Yolk who didn’t seem so happy about the intrusion. 

“Oh. Sorry, Sir Yolk.” Scaplo gave the knight a salute. Sir Yolk didn’t return the honour. 

“One of Shickao’s new messenger class.” Sir Yolk observed Scaplo. “I remember you. From Kinnonton.” 

“Yep. We left the same day” Scaplo smiled. 

“This morning.” Sir Yolk didn’t match Scaplo’s smile. 

“Oh. Yep. This morning. That’s right…” 

The knight didn’t give Scaplo the slightest bit of joy. 

“…sir.” Scaplo addressed the knight. 

“Right…” Sir Yolk turned back to Banba and was about to excuse the interruption, until… 

“Are you giving them a hard time, Jalao?” Scaplo faced the Qatahni guards. 

“He always tries to be proper with strangers” Scaplo told Arthor. “But when you get to know him, he’s a real friendly guy, Made sure I got something to eat.” 

Unsure of what or who Scaplo was talking about, Arthor was lost for words. Sir Yolk, Wallace, and Fineese, looked just as confused. Damned Scaps. Always talking nonesense. 

“We apologize for this sudden interruption” Sir Yolk told Banba. “We met this fellow back…” 

“We have nothing to discuss!” Banba cut Sir Yolk off. “Leave us! We’ve no time for your matters, human!” 

The Qatahni were still not convince of who Sir Yolk was. Scaplo’s sloppy attitude didn’t help the act one bit. Couldn’t he at least honour Sir Yolk with more manners? But it was too late. The guards had seen too much. The way Scaps talked with Sir Yolk was not the impression they needed before the Qatahni. 

“But,” Sir Yolk added “your comrade has not returned with word from the cap…” 

“There is nothing left to discuss!” Banba cut off Sir Yolk again. That stung this time. Arthor felt the sourness of it. Sir Yolk was his senior, and these damned Tahni wouldn’t respect him. 

“Show this man more respect, will you!” Scaplo spoke just what Arthor wanted to shout. “This is Sir Yolk. Lord of Yates. Knighted by the late High King Marshall himself.” Scaplo’s sloppy smirk was nowhere to be seen. 

Arthor was impressed. Unsure if it was because of Scaplo’s seriousness, or of his knowledge of heraldry. You’d forget that Scaplo knew a lot of things. 

Sir Yolk raised a halting hand to Scaplo, likely to deter Scaplo’s involvement. But Scaplo continued, 

“If there was a time for you to be proper, it would be talking to this very man. You should understand that Sir Yolk is a very important official in the Viridian Kingdom.” Scaplo then relaxed. “I know you love the formalities, Jalao. But Sir Yolk is the man. Trust me.” 

Who was Scaplo talking to again? 

“Are you sure, Spades? Banba spoke. “And what of these recruits?” 

“Hah!” Scaplo put his arm around Arthor’s neck. I grew up with these three. They’ve just enlisted.” 

Banba knew Scaplo’s family name. Did they meet in Kairoza? Maybe Scaplo could be the key to help them get on the ship. Did Banba know him well enough? The Qatahni guard watched Sir Yolk carefully. 

“Sir Yolk, Lord of Yates. Illah will return soon with word from Captain Daijo. Though we will not have much time for much of an official meeting.” 

Incredible! Was Banba now convinced? Had Scaplo really helped out? What were the chances taht he knew these Qatahni? Arthor was worried Scaplo would ruin their chance to investigate the ship. Hopefully things would continue to work well. 

“Not much time?” Sir Yolk wondered. “What is the rush? Don’t you still need to wait for your envoy to arrive?” 

Banba stared straight at Sir Yolk, then gave a quick glance at Scaplo. Why did he glance at… 

Scaplo?!?!? 

He was the envoy? The recruits watched Scaplo and taht stupid smile he always wore. He noticed his sudden attention. 

“What? What happened?” Scaps was clueless, as usual. 

Sir Yolk understood that sudden glance. “You must be their await envoy, Messenger.” 

“Me?” Scaps had no clue. 

Sir Yolk refaced Banba, then glanced at Scaplo for a second. Watching Sir Yolk back, Banba gave Scaplo a glance. 

“Ummm I think you guys hacve the wrong guy.” Scaplo stepped before Banba and Sir Yolk. “I’m just trying to deliver this letter to Kairoza.” 

“Well,” Sir Yolk told. “They were expecting you.” 

“Were you?” Scaplo asked Banba. 

“We set sail before the first hint of dawn. Aboard! While I hold post.” That Qatahni faced Sir Yolk again. Defensively it seemed. Maybe Scaplo couldn’t help. 

“Oh. Oh okay.” Scaplo returned to Arthor’s side. “We still got a long while. Let me spend time with my young neighbore here.” 

With nothing else to tell Scaplo, Banba continued to watch Sir Yolk. He didn’t seem like he’d be letting Sir YOlk or the recruits any closer to the ship. The tension in the air was clear. Scaplo noticed. He came between the two leads again. 

“Umm, is something wrong here?” the Griffon asked aloud. “What did you do now, Jalao?” 

There was no answer for the Qatahni side. Scaplo made his way toward them and even stepped behind Banba. The lone Qatahni guard behind, or Banba, made no effort to stop him. Scaplo truly was the envoy. The Griffon apprached the rear guard and asked, 

“Hey, what’s going on?” 

The rear did not budge and continued to watch Sir Yolk and his party. Looking to where the Qatahni were watching, it seemed Scaplo figured it out. 

“Hey! These guys are good guys! That’s blood Sir yOlk, and my neighbors. No need to worry about them.” 

Still no answer. Just watching. Waiting. 

“Hey.” Scaplo approached Banba. “Don’t watch them like that! Sir Yolk’s the man. Trust me!” 

Banba had something to say. 

“As first contact, not a soul will be making way past me.” 

“But…” 

“They’ve not business with us. Nor we with them.” 

“Well, I’m sure everything….” 

“I’ve called for the captain of this ship” Sir Yolk told. “There’s been no notice to the Viridian Kingdom that a royal vessel would land here on Monrosia. Someting like this would have been well annoouced among my peers. It makes me wonder fi this truly is a royal ship, or just a big boath with some grumpy guards.” Sir Yolk looked Banba in the eye. Banba was unchanged, which wasn’t exactly good news. 

“Oh. This really is a royal ship” Scaplo told. “It’s quite nice inside if you ask me. Come on. You should see.” 

The chance! Sir Yolk took it. He stepped forward. But quick as a buneer, the rear guard lept beside Banba. The Qatahni’ spears crossed. They weren’t letting anyone through. 

“Jalao, it will be fine” Scaplo assured. “Daijo will be happy to meet Sir Yolk. I know it.” Comfy as usual, Scaplo’s familiarity with the Qatahni was hard to believe. But then again, everybody knew Scaplo. From all over the worlds, there’d be someone who knew Scaps. If anything, his duties suited him perfectly. But it looked like it wasn’t enouhg to convince Banba. Scaplo tried again. 

“I know it wil be fine to bring Sir Yolk to Daijo. Sir Yolk is the real deal here in Monrosia. And if Daijo doesn’t want to talk, Sir Yolk will leave. Easy!” 

“As first contact, I will only allow the enjoy aboard. No guests are authorized.” 

“Oh. Come on.” 

Arthor was glad Scaplo was trying. He was sure Sir Yolk appreciated it. But these Qatahni were tough. Even Scaplo’s easy nature couldn’t soften these guards. 

The other rear guard had returned from down the pier. 

“Eyy… Illah!” Scaplo waved. “What’s been happening?” 

The rear guard did not give Scaplo any attention. But he did seem happy to see Scaplo. His eyes made that clear. The guard told Banba something. Whatever it was, Banba did not seem pleased. 

The Qatahni spears uncrossed. The other rear guard moved back, then both rear guards set aside to each edge of the pier. An open passage. That was obvious. 

“Royal officials that have been verified,” Banba didn’t watch Sir Yolk or the recruits this time, “or accounted personnel who are joined by the enjoy have permission to make audience for the captain.” Banba stepped aside for Sir Yolk. 

They made it! Smiles filled the recruits’ faces. 

“See now!” Scaplo cheered. “Thanks, Jalao” he pat Banba on the shoulder. Was it Jalao or Banba? MAybe one was his family name. 

Sir Yolk wasn’t as cheery as everybody else. He appeared more stern, stance upright before Banba, or Jalao. The recruits saw their senior and rememebred to fix their postures. And luckily they did too. Sir Yolk stood straight before the recruits, then turned to face Banba. In orderly fashion, the Virdian forces gave a perfect salute. The Qatahni Tauries gave their salute. And at that, Sir Yolk lead the recruits and Scaplo down the pier. 

That there felt like true army business, Arthor thought. There was grace. Tehre was rspect. There was no need to explain. Maybe that’s how this occurence should have happeend at the start. Qutahni Tauries, welcoming a Viridian party. 

Scaplo followed along with Sir Yolk’s party. 

“Don’t worry about Jalao. He’s always proper and stuff. But he’s such a good guy. He makes sure everyone is well. Everyone gets annoyed by his bossiness, but they know he always means the best. Maybe because he’s a Banba.” 

“What’s a Banba?” Wallace asked. Arthor was wondering the same thing. 

“Umm…” 

“He’s a Major” Sir Yolk explained. “His amber neck gem showed that. One of the highest ranks in the Qatahni forces. Higher than my own.” 

Neck gem? And a higher rank than Sir Yolk…. 

“But Sir Yolk. He’s on guard duty. Is he really higher ranked than you, sir?” Arthor asked. 

The Titan stopped to face the recruits. 

“Other worlds handle things very differently to the way we do things here in Monrosia. They’re different. But we’re different too. Remember that. 

“He took honour is his guard duty. He made it clear how important his role was. And was honoured to be the first line of defence. He even honoured that he manned another captain’s ship. And he honoured that that captain was in charge, whether that captain was of higher rank or not. There’s something to learn from him.” Sir Yolk peered back toward where Banba and his guards stood. “A prime example of Qatahni class.” 

“Nah! That’s just Jalao” Scaplo interrupted. “The guy’s too serious. That’s all. You’ll see. The captain is real different.” 

IT wasn’t easy at first to see, but the Qatahni Tauries further down the pier seemed happy to see Scaplo and Sir Yolk’s party. Their eyes were warm. Welcoming. Those on guard duty were quiet and committed. But the rest, they were the opposite to those stationed on guard. Instead of silence, there was laughter and chatter. Instead of stillness, there was movement and activity. Conversations blew thorugh the air while Qatahni Tauries worked ship maintenance. Others drilled combat. And some even gathered to watch others fight.  

Arthor saw the Qatahni unarmed fighting. Strange yet fascinating. The Qatahni used more than just fist. Legs, hips, shoulders, all in successive combinations. These people were quick, strong, and flexible. They walked on hands and punched with their feet. The ground didn’t even look a disadvantage. A quick leg sweep and a cartwheel, and the grounded Qatahni was up. 

The guards stationed before the ship let Scaplo and Sir Yolk’s party aboard. When the Qatahni Tauries noticed the new recruits, all had gone quiet, and all movement stopped. It was heavy. Arthor felt countless Qatahni eyes watch Sir Yolk and the recruits. But these eyes felt different than those of Banba and the guards of the pier. 

A tall built Qatahni appeared from an upper cabin. 

“Izdanala” he called out. All the Qatahni went back to their business, with some still watching the new strangers. The looks weren’t aggressive. Curious, more. Facinated even. 

The tall Qatahni approached. He was quite relaxed, arms open in greeting. 

“All is done, Spades?” the Qatahni laid a hand on Scaplo’s shoulder. Scaps wore his sloppy smile. 

“Pretty much, Daijo. So, looks like you guys were expecting me to return.” 

“A reply was expected” Captain Daijo laughed. “And who better to deliver it than the royal messenger himself.” 

“If you’ve got a message, it will be delivered!” 

The two laughed together. Arthor didn’t see what was so funny. 

“I’m not the only Griffin, you know” Scaplo mentioned. 

“Yes, we understand. But we like you. Better someone we trust than someone we don’t.” 

These Qatahni trust Scaplo? The thought of that was a little bizarre for Arthor. They weren’t so welcoming to Sir Yolk. But Scaplo? 

“Is this the Lord of Yates?” the captain faced Sir Yolk. “You are known among the Tahni arisotcracy. What do we have the honour?” Captain Daijo thrusted a fist infront of him, then pulled it back to hip. The Qatahni salute, only without a spear. 

“The honour is mine, captain.” Sir Yolk took a step forward and gave a salute. Unfortunately, the recruits missed the cue and were slow to give their own salutes. Embarassing. Scaplo just gave them his usual smile. 

“Don’t mind Jalao” Captain Daijo laughed. “Our statesman is not the most gentle of guards.” 

“He is a Qatahni of duty. Honourable and honest. A strong example of excellance for fresh soliders.” Sir Yolk was nodding agreeably and gave the recruits a glance. The captain acknowledge the recruits as well. 

“You have new hands with you, Lord of Yates. How lucky we all are to give our display of acquaintance. I’m sure this will only consolidate our relations for future generations. I am Captain Daijo., of the wonderful Halqazal Arlarnar. Welcome aboard, Lord Yolk, and your company. We are honoured to have you and your young buds here.” Captain Daijo spread his arms open in welcome. A different reception than that of Jalao, or Banba, or whatever you called him. 

“These are the Young Flames of Monrosia” Sir Yolk directed a hand towards the recruits. “They are the future of the Viridian Kingdom.” 

Sir Yolk called them Young Flames again. Why did he always make a point that ? And now Captain Daijo was interested in the recruits. The built Qatahni stepped closer to see their faces. 

“We’ve just arrived at Trough” Sir Yolk explained. “A vast port city it is. We’ve no part in the patrol of this city, but I’ve brought in the young recruits to show them how different things are here in Trough.” 

“They must be honoured to walked with you, Lord of Yates. And you with them.” With a black lined eyes, the captain gave each of the recruits an accepting look. 

“It is my duty to raise fine men. Experience builds a person.” 

“And these young ones are sure to grow into fine figures” Captain Daijo faced the recruits, “Remember me when you lead your Kingdom. A simple captain of this simple ship who gave you a warm welcome. Now, what brings you to our ship?” 

“We were walking through each district until we came to the private Qatahni section. And then we noticed this enourmous vessel. I’m shocked I didn’t notice this ship from afar.” 

“She has her ways about her.” The captain wandered to the side railings on the edge of the ship and rested his palms there. “Our ship. She must be strong and yet stealth. And with great pride and respect, the crew and I sail her and our Ron anywhere the Ron wishes to go.” 

The Ron? 

“Monrosia was not aware that Ron Viziri, the sixth, would come here. We are honoured to board his ship.” Sir Yolk was about to make a salute, but the captain interrupted. 

“Oh, don’t. The Ron and his royalty are not aboard.” 

“And yet, here floats the Ron’s royal ship.” Sir Yolk looked about curiously. “What brings you to our waters unannounced? 

Captain Daijo locked eyes with Sir Yolk for a moment. Only for a tick, but the air grew tense. 

Captain Daijo gave a chuckle, breaking the tension. Then he directed his eyes toward Scaplo, then back to Sir Yolk. 

“This is quite the escort for a well-supported messenger.” Sir Yolk noted. 

“It is what the Ron requests. We’re all but servants in his glory.” The captain viewed his ship and his crew. 

“Any idea what it’s about?” 

Captain Daijo gave sir Yolk a curious look. 

“It’s best not for lower beings to meddle with the affair of gods. My business is what I’m asked, and to make sure peace and harmony prevail.” 

“Aye. Indeed.” 

“But from all I’ve noticed.” Captain Daijo’s voice grew more covert. “Relations will nmot be as peaceful as they seem so far.” 

Sir Yolk faced the captain more attentively. 

“There have been humans meddling in our motherland” Captain Daijo explained. “They have not gone unnoticed. Meddling beyond that of relations. Is this news to you?” 

The captain watched Sir Yolk. Sir Yolk appeared curious. 

“Beyond that of relations? I wouldn’t know. The Viridian Kingdom does not include all humans out there, nor all their agendas. Any specifics?” 

“I keep to myself. Tis’ only words that float about the ship. What do you know?” 

“Not enough.” Sir Yolk shook his head. “Nor have we word from our ambassadors. Why hasn’t this come through them? 

“Tis’ the affair of gods. I don’t dare step out of line. I have my duties.” 

“And I have my own.” 

The two grew quiet for a time. The recruits and Scaplo were listening. Things did not sound very good. Arthor had no idea what the two were talking about, but the tone and unknown did not point to the brightest picture. Will not be peaceful… Could that have possibly meant… Terner spoke of dark times. And how no one wished for those days to return. But isn’t everything okay? Captain Daijo seemed like such a good guy. And they trusted Scaplo. Arthor Saw Scaplo’s face turn serious in thought for a second. But only for a second. 

“Should we show Sir Yolk the ship?” Scaplo smiled. The captain woke to that and smiled. 

“Of course. Follow me, Lord of Yates and his young buds.” 

Something was not right about Kairoza’s Palace of the Sea. Making their way down from the deck, the party stepped into a tremendous hall. The hall was laid with beautiful stone columns that stood higher than any castle wall that Arthord had ever seen. That was the problem. Arthor did not remember climbing down so far as to descend the height of a castle wall. Nor did it seem possible to even fit the size of this hall inside this ship. The Halqazal Arlarnar was big, yes, but from outside it only seemed half the size of this hall. Maybe even less. But the enormity didn’t end there. Great corridors spanned out to all sides of this hall. That’s the part that didn’t make sense. The ship wasn’t that wide. Was it? That hall was one thing, but these huge far corridors could not have fit inside a vessel. This place was already twice as big as Gappleton’s castle, walls, keep, and all. 

Arthor touched the walls to make sure his eyes weren’t fooling him. Stone. Cold, hard. A hard pat on the wall revealed the fortitudous density of carved stone. 

The ship was confusing. Frustrating. Arthor had to scratch his head in… disbelief? Annoyance? Wallace and Fineese weren’t taking it very well either. Wallace would quickly peer to one side, then the other, to one corner of the ceiling, then up the stairway from which they came, hurriedly catching a glimpse of each detail like he was solving a puzzle. Fineese was left wide-eyed and frozen, overwhelmed by the entire sight – or at least what her eyes could take in. Amazement or wonder would not have described her expression. Was it fear? 

Scaplo was just smiling about sloppily as usual, likely because he’d seen this all before. And Sir Yolk, he kept most of his attention on Captain Daijo and whatever the captain was explaining. The lord knight would have a good glance at what was desribed, but return to watching the captain. Why was that? Shouldn’t they have been searching the ship for missing people? The missing people! That’s why they were on the ship! Arthor had forgotten their objective amidst all the amazing sites. It couldn’t be helped. The Qatahni were so majestic yet mysterious. But the missing people. Arthor reminded himself that that was their priority. He straightened himself up to look more serious. Surprisingly, both Wallace and Fineese straightened themselves as well. Arthor hoped it was because they too remembered their objective. Proper recruits would not speak out of line. Arthor made sure to remember that. So hopefully the other two knew too. 

The ship housed so many grand rooms. Several cabinets, a library, a bless hold, a bathing hall, a brewhouse, a kitchen, and this strange empty hall they called the games room. What sort of games would be played upon an enourmous raised platform? 

“We should soon enjoy us a game, Lord of Yates” Captain Daijo suggested. 

“I’ll keep myself to my duties, Captain” Sir Yolk answered. The captain seem disappointed. 

“Wise.” 

The royal quarters,, though they couldn’t see inside, seemed the biggest room of them all. It made the back wall of the great hall, at least it seemed to part of that wall. The captain made sure that nobody got too close, including himself. 

“We do no disturb where the Ron rests unless we need to” the captain explained. The forbidden nature made it all the more curious. Arthor wanted to look inside. Not to look for the missing peope, but because he was interes… The missing people! Again, Arthor reminded himself of their objective. Sir Yolk didn’t seem to mind that they couldn’t check the royal quarters. He kept his focus on the captain’s tour. 

The guard quarters were positioned on the opposite side to the royal quarters. And it didn’t make sense at first, but the crew’s quarters was found on the level below all of this. Arthor figured that the royal guards were different from the royal ship’s crew. 

“We Tauris also have other duties besides protecting the Ron, and so we do no rest near his majesty.”  

Was the guard’s quarters even close to the Ron’s? Arthor amused himself. The ship’s enormity didn’t help with the distance between the differing quarters. 

At the least they got to see every single spot of the ship. Even where they stored the captain’s ‘multi-worlds famous’ brew. 

“Daijo Brew is said by connoisseurs from all over to rid a man of all his worries, while still keeping his wits about him.” The Qatahni captain seemed more proud about his brew than he did his majestic ship. Into a strange tall jar, the captain scooped up his Daijo Brew from an already open butt. “Not even the crew get to sip on my brew. Most prefer spills within their budget.”  

He only let the recruits smell the concoction. But the entire jar, he placed into Sir Yolk’s hands. Sir Yolk gave a stern look to Captain Daiji. The captain stared back but would point to the jar – not with his fingers, of course. Sir Yolk had a taste, out of respect. But the captain continued his stare, periodically pointing back to the jar.  

The jar was too big. It was equivalent to at least six mugs back at Mr. Miley’s tavern. But that didn’t mean Arthor wouldn’t have drunk that whole jar’s worth himself. The brew smelt delicious. The entire buttery was washed in the brew’s scent. There was this slight sting under the back of your nose from the sweetness, almost like when you could smell violet nectar dripping off the vy hive. And there was the warm, calming scent of roasted naize fresh from the harvest. There was none of that pungence that usually wrecked from the bar in the tavern. No. This brew seemed nothing like the usual poisons. Did Sir Yolk really not want to drink it? The captain’s watchful persistence eventually led Sir Yolk to finish the jar. The captain’s face shone in glee, his eyes actually. 

“How was it?” 

“They speak highly of your brew at the courts in Hurley.” 

Was Sir Yolk going to be okay? 

There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary from all Arthor could tell, except for the strange enormity of everything below deck. Besides that, it didn’t seem there was anything to do with eh missing people on board. The crew and captain were open and friendly. They had nothing to hide. No wonder they were comfortable with Scaplo. Was this ship really the reason for the missng people? They seemed trust worthy. What did Sir Yolk think? 

The captain walked back to lean over the railings on the edges of the ship. Sir Yolk joined him, holding hinmself up by the elbows. Was he okay? 

“You have a good life on this ship, Captain.” 

“Life is always good. So long as you give it the chance.” 

“Some, sadly, don’t ever get the opportunity.” 

“I disagree” the captain smiled. “So long as they remember to look at their own life, chances will surface.” 

“But what if honour doesn’t permit the look to their own life?” 

“Honoour considers everybody. Duty puts others first.” 

What were these two talking about? Grownup talk. Arhor knew he should listen, but he could feel himself drift off into quiet. He almost had to catch himself from falling forward again. Did Wallace and Fineese notice he was falling asleep? Wallace was watching the Qatahni men drill combat. Fineese watched the waves crash aabout the waters. Captain Daijo watched the ocean, staring off into the slowly brightening horizon. The slowly brightening horizon… How late was it? Lucifer was damn soon to arrive. 

“In making my way around Trough, I began to hear talk of missing peoples” Sir Yolk casually mentioned. 

“A busy port. It’s no surprise here, Lord of Yates.” 

“But these disapperances are beginning to occur more and more every night. There is fear of underworks activity. Are you and your crew all safe?” 

“We are all accounted for. Only Jalao and his selected few leave the Arlarnar.” 

It seemed Sir Yolk accepted that answer. Besides, these Qatahni were good, honest people. And nothing seemed out of order with them. 

“There’s more than meets the eyes when it comes to underworks, Captain.” Sir Yolk said out of nowhere. What could he have meant? More than meets the eye… That would mean things may not look how they truly were, Arthor figured. Did that mean these Qatahni were not really how they seemed? Sir Yolk’s voice wasn’t as friendly as before. Didn’t he trust them? 

“For the outlaws of humans, yes” Captain Daijo smiled. “In Qatan, outlaws are an accepted part of the kingdom. They do not hide. They only await judgement of the Ron. As for my Tauries, we are aware of all their acts.” 

The two were quiet for a moment. 

“And, no. Lord of Yates. I am not aware of any disappearances. My business is my ship.” 

“And mine is my young flames” Sir Yolk stood up, and turned toward the recruits in that particular manner. Salute. All in perfect timing. That sure woke Arthor up. As did the sudden interruption coming aboard. 

Illah came running up the ship, eyes not calm. 

After recieving news from Illah, Captain Daijo came back to Sir Yolk. 

“It appears the Lord of Trough demands my attention. Are you familiar with him? 

“He was my mentor” Sir Yolk said proudly. “Raised me to a knight. One of the finest men in Monrosia.” 

“This is the first in seven nights that he’s decided to greet us. I hear the port guard come rudely knock at our door at times. But never the lord.” 

“I’ll join you to see him. Consider his appearance an honour. He is the hardest wroking man in all of Monrosia.” 

The Lord of Trough was joined by the two port guards from earlier. Likely reporting their missing partner. And standing in their way, like a hungry guard hound, was Banba and his lone rear guard. They’d formed their crossed over spear gate. Illah left Scaplo’s side to replace Banba on the spear gate. Why did Scaplo come along anyway? Probably to join Illah. They seemed well acquainted. 

“What’s that courier doing here?” the Lord of Trough called out. Stupid Scaplo. He should have stayed on the ship. Banba and his guards made way for Captain Daijo and the rest. 

“I’ll do the honours” Sir Yolk quickly trotted ahead. 

“Captain Daijo of the Halqazal Ar…” Sir Yolk loudly annouced but was lost for words. 

“Arlarnar” the captain told him. 

“The Halqazal Arlarnar. It is my honour to intrudce…” 

“What are you doing?!” the Lord of Trough looked irritated yet dumbfounded. 

“I’m announcing you two to…” Sir Yolk tried to explain. 

“You’re a bloody lord!” the Lord of Trough scolded. “Know your place! I can announce myself.” 

The port guard, Lewy, jumped in front and spoke up. 

“The Lord of Trough. Sir Bazzor Gappleton.” 

What? 

Gappleton? 

“You’re the captain” Lord Gappleton gave a hard look at Captain Daijo. The captain just wore his easy smile and nodded. 

“Well, I’m in charge of this here port.” The old lord’s eyes were strong. That and the silence that followed. “What is your business here on my waters?” 

“Since you are lord here, you are free to know. We were waiting for our envoy, Lord of Trough.” The captain gave a suggestive glance towards Scaplo. “And from what I know, this dock is private Qatahni waters. We’re free to dock here until our skin turns gold.” 

The Lord of Trough looked to Scaplo, then the captain. 

“A royal ship awaits a messenger? A Viridian messenger? Don’t give me that garbage!” 

“It is true, Lord of Trough.” 

“I recognize that as Ron Viziri’s very own royal ship. Why has he not made his annoucement. And all he awaits is a messenger?” 

“The Ron is not aboard, Lord of Trough. The Ron remains in Kairoza where the Ron should be. We were told to bring the royal messenger to Monrosia, then to bring him back to Kairoza when he returns.” 

“Umm” Scaplo thought he would mention. “I’m not actually a ‘royal messenger’, remember. I’m a Griff… 

The Lord of Trough gave Scaplo a heavy stare. 

“Sorry, my lord.” 

“So, you’re expecting correspondence.” Lord Gappleton said. “Muist be important. Though I’m not sure why I haven’t been informed of this.” The lord then called to Scaplo. “You. Was their message due for his majesty?” 

“The context of the delivery, its sender, or recipient is none of my business” Scaplo spoke in a monotone very unlikely of him. “As a Courier Griffon, my only concern is that the packag arrives at its destination in…” 

“Shut up!” Lord Gappleton snapped. “You simpleton. You know what I’m asking.” 

“Oh…” Scaplo was lost for words after that scolding. Arthor had never seen Scaplo in a state of uncertainty before. The Lord of Trough was not one to be taken lightly.  

“Tell us where their message was headed, messenger.” Sir yolk saved Scaplo from Lord Gappleton’s fury, if save was the right word. 

“I brought the message to Birham Palace. I don’t know who it was for. I’m not supposed to tell anyone these details. If they catch me telling anyone detailis about a delivery, they might take away my duties and I’ll…. 

“Shut up!” Lord Gappleton snapped again. “Answer what you’re asked. We’re badging lords of the Viridian Kingdom, for badges sake. You’re supposed to tell us when we ask.” 

“But no, They said even lords aren’t allowed to kow the details.” Scaplo took off his green cap. 

“What!?” The old lord took a step toward Scaplo. “Who said that? I’m badging Lord of Trough. And you’ll badging tell me whatever the badge I want to know while you badging stand on my badging land, you stupid badge.” 

This was the first Arthor had ever seen anyone crush Scaplo out of his sloppy, carefree nature. The old lord’s nasty mouth didn’t help either. 

“Oh, and before you all get smart with me,” the old lord refaced the captain. “This is my badging land. I run this port and have every badging right to it. Your Qatahni owners of this dock, they’re not owners. They pay me! Every cycle, they pay for trade in the common districts, and for use of this private area. This place is only private because I badging say so. I’ll have a hundred whore houses running all these lots if I see fit. Private Qatahni Area… I’m in badging charge here! So, you’ll tell me what you’re truly doing here.” 

This old man had a very nasty attitude. Arthor was glad he wasn’t being scolded. 

“I understand, Lord of Trough.” Captain Daijo kept his calm smile. “But as I told you. We only await the enovy.” 

Lord Gappleton had another look at Scaplo. Scaps looked away, hoping not to meet the old man’s glare. 

“And so, you’re back, with the Kingdom’s response.” The Lord of Trough watched Scaplo with a Qatahni like stare. “You’ve a message from Birham Palace, don’t you.” 

Scaplo couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know where the message is from, my…” 

“Didn’t I say that you’ll tell me everything. I need to know, messenger. Did you not here me? People have been going missing lately here in Trough. It’s a big place. I can’t account for everything that happens here. But if I want someone to disappear, who knows what could happen? ‘A messenger on his duties was last seen at Trough. Where he was bound for remains unknown.’ It’s a sad story isn’t it. One that doesn’t have to air if you’d just hurry up and explain!” the lord watched Scaplo. “So. Are you going to speak?” 

Scaplo seemed hesitatnt. “I really don’t know. They never told me where the letter was from. They just told me it was for Kairoza’s royal palace. The Eyrie just said it has to be me who delivers the package. And that a Qatahni ship is already waiting to sail me. I thought they asked me because I’ve already been there to Kairoza before. Or maybe because I’m a good Courier Griffon. But now I think I’m going to be the only griffon taking these royal deliveries.” 

Lord Gappleton kept his watch on the griffon. But soon he refaced Captain Daijo. 

“And you lot were waitng for him?” 

The captain still wore his calm smile, then gestured his eyes toward Scaplo again. 

The lord nodded to himself. Then he asked Scaplo, 

“What’s your name, son?” 

Scaplo had to look up to make sure it was him the lord was speaking to. 

“I’m Scapolo Spades, my lord.” 

“Scapolo Spades from?” 

“Scapolo Spades from the Griffon Eyrie in Hurley.” 

“Fool!” the old lord shook his head. “I mean where were you bred. Where’d you grow up? Hurley, you said? You don’t speak like you’re Hurley bred.” 

“I’m from Ducksworth.” 

The lord didn’t seem to have any idea of where Ducksworth was. That made Arthor disappointed. 

“It’s a small place in the Kinnonton region.” 

“Kinnonton? Hah! You’re from Koverd’s lands!” 

He was talking about Gappleton, wasn’t he… Wait! But he was Gappleton. So, of course he knew the other Gappleton. They were surely related. This Gappelton must have known the other one. But Arthor didn’t know which one he prefered. The one back home was sly and you couldn’t tell what he was really up to. This one was too up front and made sure everyone knew how nasty he was. 

“Right, Scapolo” the old lord walked closer to him. “We’re gonna call you Scapa to make things easier. 

“People like to call me Scaplo or Scaps” 

Gappleton gave him a hard look 

“Scaps then. From now on, you’re getting complete passage from here to Hurley, and Hurley to here. When you’re here, my men will bring you straight to the Tahni, or whatever ship is based for the Grass or Sand. Just speak to my men whenever you arrive in Trough, and they’ll make sure everything runs smoothly. Do you have your log for travels?” 

Scaplo wasn’t sure at first what he meant. 

“My men will sign each of your trips with my mark, if you want anything covered.” 

Scaplo pulled out his transportation book. Arthor rememebred Scaplo’s log books and all his travels. 

“Right…” the Lord of Trough refaced the captain. “Everything that happens here in Trough has to go through me. And that means whatever you lot are up to. So the next time my men come here to check, you give them an answer. Or else…”  

Lord Gappleton watched Captain Daijo carefully. The captain still kept his calm, gentle look about him. The lord continued, 

“The last thing I want is trouble. But if there is any mess, I usually sweep all the dirt away.” Gappleton had a look around the pier. “Speaking of trouble, there have been disappearances lately. Do you Tahni know anything about it?” 

Captain Diajo was casual. “I thought disappearances in Trough was all your work, my lord. Shouldn’t you know?” 

“Yes…” The old lord understood the comment. “But these disappearances are different.  They’ve all been happening under my nose. And report lead them all to this very dock. The Qatahni Private District.” 

“And have you found anything?” 

“No. That’s the thing. No clues. No witnesses. No suspects. Just people going missing. My patrol haven’t found a trace.” 

“We’ll maybe your patrol have missed something” the captain suggested. 

“My patrol is extremely organized and thorough. Even a rodent won’t leave Trough without me knowing it.” 

“And yet people are disappearing” the captain said with his calm eyes. 

The lord had had enough of the slights. “And here’s the thing, one of my patrol men has gone missing! Just moments ago. And you know where? Right here in this district. We’ve checked every single corner of this district except for one place. Do you know where, Captain?” 

The captain shook his head. 

“Except for that badging ship!” 

The calm in the captain’s eyes began to fade. He knew what this would mean. 

“I can assure you, we know nothing of the disappearances you speak of. 

“And how am I supposed to know that?” 

“Lord,” Sir Yolk added. “I’ve had the pleasure of a tour of their fine ship. And I saw nothing out of the ordinary.” 

“And does that mean I don’t get an invite aboard?” Lord Gappleton watched the captain. 

“Given your known agenda of investigation, I’m not too pleased about you coming aboard. But since you are the Lord of Trough, you are more than welcome.” The captain turned and made way towards the ship. His motions weren’t as calm and easy as before. 

“Let us all see. Jalao. Patrol by the ship” the captain ordered. 

Banba and his two rear guards butted their spears on the deck, then leaned them towards the captain before returning the spears to a stand. Their salute. 

As the crowd reached the ship, Arthor couldn’t help but again marvel at the enormity. But look from outside didn’t do it justice. The inside below deck was a world of its own. He wodnered if Lord Gappleton would be as astonied as he was. 

“Your ships badging gigantic! How’d you even get it to dock here?” He hasn’t seen nothing yet. 

“Do not let her size fool you. She moves as elegantly as a slither on sand.” 

“A slither you say. Let’s hope we face none of those today.” 

All stopped before the gangplank to board. 

“So this is the Ron’s ship. But he is not aboard?” Gappleton was still not convinced. 

“The Ron asked us himself,” captain Daijo explained. “To sail the messenger back to the Fire Country, then back to Kairoza. What better ship than one of the fastest around.” 

Gappleton looked at the ship’s enormity, likely unsure of the comment. 

“You are more than welcome to enjoy a tour. This is the Ron’s very ship. And we tauries are all of noble lines. You will soon see your suspicions of these disappareances are false.” 

“I’ll see for myself.” 

“Who else better…” 

“This is my city. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it safe.” 

“Even underworks, Lord of Trough?” 

“I’ll do waht needs to be done. I’m sure a captain understands.” 

A strange faint splash sounded from the water. Arthor turned to look. 

“Illah!” Banba cried out, peering at the waters. 

Where was Illah? The other Qatahni guard peered down into the waters standing at the edge of the pier, spear at the ready. Did Illah fall in? Why was the read guard so fired up? Were they fighting? Banba lept closer to the water, his spear ready too. 

Suddenly the waters grew rough. Splashed errupted all around. What was happening? This caught everyone’s attention. And where was Illah? Did he not know how to swim? Why were the waters only growing rough next to the ship? Illah suddenly emerged from amidst the rough splashed, gasping for air. 

“Vaah shaah!” he screamed in fright before something shot out from under the water. Several hidious arms, thick like tree branches reached out into the sky before clasping down to pull down Illah. Something was in the water! Illah disappeared below without a trace. The water went still only for a moment. 

“ILLAAAAH!” Banba screamed.  

“Daaii hoo!” The other rear guard turned to his captain. “Vaahsha! Vaasha!” 

Captain Daijo’s eyes grew wide in frenzy. “Daahwhin! Vaashaa enna!” he called out load. 

Tauries on the ship began to call out, “Vaasha enna!” 

Everybody on the peer saw what came out of the water. What was it? What took Illah? 

Scaplo stood by the edge. “Illah!” 

What was that? Those multiple arms must have belonged to something attorcious. The way the arms clasped in toward the middle made it clear. 

Lewy and his patrolman also stepped closer for a look. “What was…” 

“Back, Lewy! Get back, I tell you! Don’t get near the water” Sir Yolk yelled. Sir Yolk spread his arm out behind him in protection for the recruits. The tried to stand centre pier But what of the waters behind them? It wasn’t safe to be here. Arthor didn’t want to be out this far in the water anymore. The dock land was quite a long trot away. All he would need to do is keep running. Why was Scaplo and Banba still looking over the water? Fools. Something was in there. 

“Back, I tell you, Lewy!” Sir Yolk ordered. 

“Some’ins in der’, Yolk!” 

“Just get back!” 

Why didn’t Gappleton tell the patrolman to get back? Wait. Where was Gapp…. Lord Gappleton ran up the gangplank toward the ship, his eyes fixed on the waters where Illah disappeared. Was he making an escape? MAybe to the safety of the ship. Why didn’t sir Yolk aim for the safety of the ship as well? Sir Yolk just remained, arms spread protecting the recruits. Fineese huddle in close behind Sir Yolk. Wallace stood with Arthor, expression mixed with confusion and firght. Several tauries trotted offboard, spears in hand. One had a spare spear for Captain Daijo. They all spread across the pier walk before where Illah was taken. Wasn’t it safer onboard. How could they something in the waters. And where did Lord Gappleton go? 

So much was happening. Arthor was frozen, unsure what to do. He wanted to run. Maybe onboard. The shore was too faraway. But he couldn’t move an inch. Sir Yolk was his only protection. The Qatahni tauries were informing each other of the situation. Captain Daijo and Banba bot instructing the rest into ready positions. Were they going to fight it? What in all the worlds was it? How would they fight it? IT was under the water. The thing, whatever it was, never even made a sound. Just the movement of water. How could they fight something like this. 

“Aaarrgghhh!” 

A sudden yell came from the edge of the ship. A figure leapt straight into the water, spear in hand. It was the Lord of Trough This startled everybody. 

The lord dove in, spear and arms first, piercing through the water surface. He dove a little further out away from the pier. Not exactly where they last saw Illah. The pier grew extremely quiet. Only the slight movement of water could be heard. These slight splashes of water frightened Arthor deeply. Each sound could have been the thing reaching from below. He felt vulnerable out his far in the water. It was dangerous all around. Any slight noise was a sudden alert. Arthor was frightened. 

It was still silent. Everybody had gone quiet after Lord Gappleton dove into the abyss. What was he doing? Heavy movements of water began again right where the lord dove in. The same erruptions of water began to occur again. IT was coming! 

Amidst the rough waters emerged Lord Gappleton, Illah in arm, who was coughing, gasping for air. Lord Gappleton was struggling to stay afloat with Illah in arm, spear in his other. He pushed Illah off and cried out, “Get aboard! You’ll see it! Get aboard, you’ll see it!” 

It was hard to hear Lord Gappleton from so far out but Sir Yolk got the message. 

“He said we’ll see it from aboard the ship!” 

Captain Daijo understood and made for his ship. The other Qatahni stayed on pier, still in position. The rough waters grew more turbulent. Illah struggled to swim away. He already knew what was going to happen again. Lord Gappleton on the other hand just remained afloat. Wasn’t he worried what was to happen?  

Suddenly Lord Gappleton disappeared under the rough waters. Was he pulled down? But the strange arms hadn’t yet appeared. Until all of a sudden, the very arms shot up into the sky! Didn’t they already grasp the old lord. Tremendous yet hideous arms reaching up high, looked as though they were about to clasp inward again. But something changed. The arms stiffened straight the shot back straight into the water. Retreated, it seemed. 

The waters grew still for a quick moment. Until the waters erupted again. And with the eruptions, Lord Gappleton flew right out of the water towards the pier, the hideous arms lashing out in all directions. The thing in the water was mad. Its movements were wild and violent, not calm and controlled like before. Illah was slowing making way swimming back to the pier side, now that he was far away enough from the danger. Lord Gappleton on the other hand resurfaced from the waters and began to float in place. He faced towards the wild monstrous arms, calmly floating as he watched. Almost waiting for it. He needed to get out of the water. Right away! Why was he just floating there?  

The thing in the waters arms submerged, and the waters grew still again. Everybody pierside was quiet, watching Illah and Lord Gappleton. Everybody else onboard was making a fuss, likely up to something. What was Lord Gappleton up to? Floating there like nothing was wrong. And what happened to the thing in the water? 

A call came from a top the ship. Suddenly, an enormous light from the ship shone down toward the water. This wonderous lamp light – white lke the beautiful lamp lights of the Qatahni Private District – Illuminated a large direct area of water. The waters were no longer black as night but were green and clear. And in the water, there it was. Something monstrous.  

The Qatahni tauries aboard began to call out and point. A tremendous shadow was in the waters. Not all of the lamp light could reveal its enormity. Its shape was strange. Something Arthor had never seen before. No creature looked anything close to whatever this was. Especially in size. And, yes. It had countless arms, flowing about in the water. Arthor couldn’t breathe; he was too shocked to move at all. This thing wasn’t supposed to exist. And yet here it was, clear for all to see. 

 The thing, in an instant, darted toward the pier. The lamp light quickly followed its movement. Everybody braced for contact. Lord Gappleton was still afloat in the water. He was in the way of its path toward the pier. But wait. Was he the target? The thing in the water didn’t hesitate. It shot straight toward him. Lord Gappleton readied his spear. The thing flaring countless arms towards him. The arms shot out of the water. The lord jabbed at the closest arm. That arm flinched, but the other arms continued the onslaught and knocked him flying out of the water again. He landed much closer to the pier. Close enough to rescue. Illah was making way as well. Lewy jumped in the waters toward Lord Gappleton. 

“No! Stay back, Lewy!” Sir Yolk cried a little too late. 

Now Lewy was in danger. The arms were still trashing about. The lamp light revealed a greyish-blue hue of a leather-like skin on the arms. A fainter shade on the under sides. What could it have been? The three needed to get out of the water. The thrashing arms were making way closer to the pier. Close to Illah! 

“Illah!” Scaplo called out in panic. It was too late. The violent arms were going to reach him. 

*HOOOWOOOWOOWOOWOOW* 

Heavy echoes flew through the air. 

One! Two! 

Enormous spears bolted down above. Another one bolted down and pierced an arm of the thing in the water. These huge spears came from the ship. The successful shot was enough to stop the things advance. A rope was launched from the ship towards Illah. Once he got hold. The rope pulled him close and up onboard. He was safe! But what of Lewy and Lord Gappleton? 

The thing resubmerged its arms and was still for a moment. The lamp light reveal that much. Would Lewy reach the old lord in time? They’d still have to swim back. That would take too long. 

Lord Gappleton again was just floating in place. Facing the thing in the water. He was so much closer to safety. Why wasn’t he trying to escape? The thing in the water moved again. It went straight for Lord Gappleton. Gappleton readied his spear. But no good. The arms shot up from right under him and smashed him away. The strike must have been devastating. The old man’s body seemed limp as it flew across the water. The lord landed close to Lewy. The patrolman grabbed him quickly. It seemed the old man was out. Then a rope also launched from the ship toward Lewy and Lord Gappleton. Lewy had to swim a little to reach the rope, but it was slow swimming since he had to lumber a now limp Lord Gappleton. And what about the thing in the water? 

It was moving! 

The thing in the water was headed straight for the two Lewy hadn’t yet reached the rope. But the thing was closing in on them. A spear pierced through the air from pier side. It looked to be heading straight for Lord Gappleton. What could this mean? The spear struck something in the water. A monstrous arm flapped out from under Lord Gappleton, spear stuck in its side. Another arm swiped away the spear before submerging below. 

Who threw that amazing spear? 

Standing triumphant, looking out for the two still in the water, was Banba, no spear in hand. 

“Nice, Jalao!” Scaplo told him. The Qatahni didn’t react. 

Banba’s effort brough enough time for Lewy to reach the safety rope. He and Lord Gappleton made it safely aboard. But this thing in the water… It was still there! Clearly in the water. It swam back a bit. What was it doing? Everyone watched. The tauries still in ready positions. Sir Yolk still guarding the recruits. 

Suddenly the thing darted straight for the pier. Even faster this time. The ship lamp couldn’t keep up. Everybody pierside braced themselves. It was coming! 

Countless horrendous arms stuck out from below to everyone on pier. Sir Yolk instantly dres his sword and slashed at the arm heading towards him. The knight was amazingly swift. The others on pier stuck out and fought off the other violet arms. Qutahni Tauries danced about, dodging the large appendages, stabbing and slashing them away. The other patrolman and Scaplo did their best to avoid contact. But the thing was mad. It grew more violent. 

The arms would repeatedly strike and slam everywhere. It was not safe on the pier. The thing was smashing pieces of the pier apart while looking to attack anybody about. Some of the tauries were struck, some knocked into the waters. Monstrous arms were about to hammer down upon Arthor and Wallace, but the boys jumped aside. Another aimed for Fineese. She saw it approaching, but why wasn’t she trying to avoid it? 

“Run!” Arthor and Wallace called out. But still as a stone she remained. The arm was going to crush her, until a flash of green quickly jumped toward her. Scaplo tackled Fineese out of the way. They fell, but out of harm’s way. Sir Yolk chopped at the arm aiming for them. But it didn’t do much. The spears and swords did not seem to do much to deter the thing in the water. Only irritate it further. This wasn’t working. They needed to escape from the pier. To the ship, obviously. 

Scaplo helped Fineese up quickly. Sir Yolk directed the recruits, the patrolman, and Scaplo toward the ship. Finally. The chance to escape. But the thing was still on its rampage. The hideous arms were still lashing out at the pier, violent as ever. It was hard to make a run for it. An arm shot out from below. Arthor saw it coming for him. Then… Slam! Arthor’s body snapped numb with ache. The arm smashed Arthor into the air.  The arm was so strong and heavy it knocked the breath out of Arthor. The boy was glad his surcoat had platings inside is it. Arthor was sure his ribs were cracked, but it could have been much worse. The pain was sickening. He saw the countless arms thrash about the Qatahni tauries. And he also saw Wallace jump into the water. What was he doing. 

*Splash!* 

Arthor fell into the water. His body ached too much to move. The recruit slowly sank into the blue, barely a breath in his chest. But how could he breathe after what he saw next? 

Lit up by the Qatahni ship’s lamp light. The thing in the water. Seeing it from above didn’t do it justice. The thing was tremendous. It wasn’t as big as the Qatahni Royal Ship, but it looked more than big enough to tear the ship apart. Its body was bigger than any building Arthor had ever seen. It’s shape… Strange. It looked like an enormous round pail, tipped upside down. And protruding out from the tub of the pail-like beast were the many arms. What was this thing supposed to be? Arthor had never seen anything like it. Thought it was shaped like a pial with countless branches reach out from its inside, the thing appeared smooth and flowing. It was not rigid and bulked like a regular beast. It was very flexible and flowed in the water like it was floating. It was so strange. It didn’t appear to have a face, or a head. All manner of beasts had a head. But the head of this creature was not obvious. Its countless arms continued to strike out to the pier top. 

Arthor continued to sink, no breath to breathe. His chest began to wring in pain. His whole body trembling from the lack of air. But what was this thing in the water? Did the thing just notice Arthor? There appeared to be an eye on the thing’s body. And it suddenly noticed Arthor. It looked directly at him. The thing grew still, no longer thrashing its arms about. It watched Arthor. But what did it matter. Pain burned and trembled through Arthor’s body. He needed to breathe! But he was in water. He knew he mustn’t open his mouth. But he needed to breath! The trembles of pain wouldn’t allow him to keep his mouth shut. 

It was too late. Arthor then desperately gasped for air that wasn’t there. Water blistered hurt into his chest. Into his body. It felt like hundreds of blades cutting through his chest from inside. Agony! Visions blurred white. All Arthor could sense was pain. Unbearable pain. That and something pulling at his coat and mail. Was it the thing? Something pulled him upward. Arthor recognized the sudden air as soon as it chilled his face. He coughed hard. He had to cough out all the pain. There was too much painful water in his chest. He needed to breathe! Arthor coughed more! He needed to swim! Arthor was being held up, head out of the water. Was the thing trying to save him? 

“Art! Art! You alright!?” He knew that voice. Arthor was still struggling to cough away the water while catching his breath. “Can you swim?” Wallace was pulling Arthor back to the pier. A friend. Arthor was glad. Wallace had come to help him. He was safe. Safe? Safe from what? Wait! Arthor realized everything was a little quiet. The chaos on the pier had stopped. That when Arthor remembered. He cried out in terror, 

“It saw me! The thing saw me!” 

Wallace didn’t seem bothered and continued to drag Arthor along. “Are you okay to swim, Art?” 

That was the last of Arthor’s concerns. “It saw me! We have to run!” But they were in the water, swimming in mail and surcoats. Arthor needed to check again. The thing was watching him. Arthor shoved off Wallace. 

“Hey!” 

And submerged himself below. To check. Floating calming under the water was the thing! Watching Arthor with one eye! 

The recruit resurfaced as quickly as he could, broken bones and all. 

“We have to go! Now! It sees me!” Arthor tried to swim back to pier. Wallace was in better shape, and led. 

“Come on, recruits!” Sir Yolk was in the water too, trying to reach Arthor and Wallace. Why did he jump in too? 

“Hurry!” Arthor cried. He couldn’t be in the water anymore. It saw him. 

The tauries upon the pier made a startled cry. The ship’s lamp light quickly scanned to the other side of the pier where Sir Yolk, Wallace, and Arthor were. It was coming! Arthor saw the thing swiftly race towards him. It was too fast! 

*HOWOWOWOWOW* 

The huge spears bolted down from the ship into the water. One spear got an arm. That stopped the thing for a moment. 

“Come on! Quick!” Sir Yolk reached out for Arthor and Wallace. Was he wearing plate armour? Once he grabbed hold of the recruits, all three of them were pulled ferociously out of the water toward the pier. Sir Yolk had a safety rope from the ship around his waist. The rope got them to the pier before the thing could reach them. But the thing wouldn’t let them get away. It went straight for the pier again. 

Arms reached out before Sir Yolk, Wallace, and Arthor regained their footing. Lucky, the Qatahni spears were ready. The tauries fought off the hideous arms, giving the Viridians time to climb aboard the ship. Fineese was safe with Scaplo. Lewy and his patrolman were tending to Lord Gappleton, who was live and conscious. 

Arthor had to pause. The aches and pains set in on his body again. 

“Recruit!” Sir Yolk tried to catch Arthor, but the boy fell to the floor. His ribs. No, his body, throbbed in screaming pain. Sir Yolk and Wallace Lay Arthor against a side cabin wall. 

The Qatahni were still clashing with the thing in the water. There was endless activity on deck. A party of five controlled the strong lamp light. Even more were stationed at the huge spear launchers. Four to five heads maneuvered each launcher, while another four heads loaded the launchers with the huge spears. Operating the spear launchers was long, labourous work. Aiming such a huge contraption could not have been easy. 

The thing in the water was still on its rampage. You could hear the rough waters and the arms slamming upon the pier. One of the spear launchers fired. The launcher’s operators cheered in success. They must have hit the thing in the water. So what if they had successfully shot the thing in the water. It wasn’t the first successful shot. Arthor hoped it was the last. 

Was it safe? Coming aboard the ship, Arthor was sure things would be safer. But all the ongoing activity, the sound of heavy slams and rough water, the fact that the launcher operators were reloading another spear, and the very memory of the thing staring straight at Athor. How could Arthor relax? Even in pain, Arthor got up and joined the others to see what was happening below. 

From above, you could better see the thing in the water. But it was nowhere close to seeing it underwater. The thing was growing better at its strikes. Qatahni tauries were finding trouble the longer it continued its attacks. Arms were striking the tauries more frequently. Was it getting smarter? The arms looked to be in more control, trying to swing at its targets from different angles instead of just thrashing about. A spear launcher fired again. Target hit! But the thing just smacked off the giant spear stuck in one of its arms.  

Suddenly it stopped its onslaught upon the pier. The place fell quiet again. At least it gave time for everyone on pier to recover. Some of the tauries were gravely injured. Banba insured the injured sat back or made way to the ship. But what was the thing doing? It was just floating there. 

The ship’s lamp light revealed the hideous creature calmly afloat under the water. Just taking the time to see its incredible enormity was a frightening realization. This thing just wasn’t supposed to exist. Let alone were they supposed to ever be fighting it. Arthor didn’t want to look at it, lest it caught sight of him again. 

 The silence was worrisome. And then, the thing turned. It darted straight for the ship! The lamp light tried to follow, but… 

*Boom* 

The thing crashed into the ship. The boat rocked, the force of the thud shaking through the decl. Arthor felt the things enormity shake through his feet. The thing made contact with the ship again, but it was different this time. There was a strange sound hitting the sides of the ship. Arthor felt many slight trembles upon the ship’s deck. The recruits leaned over the edge of the ship to try and see. The lamp light couldn’t angle itself to shine this close to the ship. But Eluna’s light was enough to reveal the strange commotion. 

Hideous arms reached up the ship from below. It was climbing! The thing wrapped its countless limbs around the ship’s hull, trying to reach higher toward the deck. Its enormity felt true as the ship rocked and jerked aggressively. It was a surprise the ship kept afloat. But the thing. You could see it more and more. Seeing it under water was something. But once you saw it for how it truly was, hope quickly flushed away. Something this big wasn’t supposed to exist. And it’s entirety wasn’t even completely out of the water yet. 

Qatahni yells blared in the night as countless spears flew towards the thing. Most spears struck the target. But did it make a difference? Looking like it grew spiny whiskers on its arms, the thing continued to climb. And still it never made a sound. Only the effects of its movements could be heard. Maybe this quiet was the sound of the terrors of the sea? 

“Run, you three!” Sir Yolk called out from behind. “Hurry, recruits! We’re not safe aboard.” 

The recruits saw Sir Yolk behind them, ready to lead them off the ship. But then they saw the thing again, climbing it’s way on to the ship. A terrifying sight. An unexplainable creature making its way towards them. But all they could do is wait and watch. 

“Recruits!” Sir Yolk called out. But the recruits couldn’t budge. All they could do is watch the thing slowly come out of the water. 

The Qatahni’s handheld spears were doing nothing to stop this creature. The leather like skin was too think. It didn’t really seem to be bleeding anywhere. The huge spears of the launchers may have had a better chance, but the launchers weren’t designed to fire at anything this close to the ship. How could they stop it? 

Some arms finally reached the deck. Tauries stormed the appendages and gave them a serving of spears. Nothing! No effect. Arthor saw one taury make a big run and drive his spear into one of the arms. It pierced as all the other spears did, but no effect. 

The taury let out a big scream. “Pleh taah!” The tauries around him all took a step back. Then, they all jammed their spears into the same spot the running taury had struck. But that wasn’t all. The tauries put their backs into it. They tried forcing the spears in further into the thick flesh. No difference. 

More hideous arms found their way to the edge of the deck. The recruits turned to see the thing climb further out of the water. More of its body was emerging into the shine of night’s light. The Qatahnis on board were still giving their all, trying to force their spears into the targeted section of flesh. They drove with all their weight and might. Until suddenly, the spears inched in a little further. Red began to seep out of where all the spears were lodged. The pierced arm stiffened wildly, then shook up into the air. The tauries still grasping their spears flew up and about from the sudden spasm. The arm then wildly shook off the spears and retracted away. They did it! They hurt it! They hurt the thing! The Qatahnis roared in excitement. They had actually hurt the thing in the water. 

The tauries spread the news. And quickly, parties of tauries drove their spears into single spots on the hideous arms. They jabbed, they drove, they pressed on. And then, they pierced! Blood seeped. The Qatahnis grew more excited. Their panics turned to cheers. Arthor felt his hope bursting dramatically. 

“Come on, recruits!” Sir Yolk held the recruits by their shoulders, and pulled them away from the ship’s edge. “We need to get you three to safety.” 

All around, the Qatahni’s were driving tiny spears into the hideous arms. They made the thing’s climb onto the ship that much more difficult. 

“Wait, Gappa!” 

The recruits turned to find Lewy trying to hold Lord Gappleton. 

“The thing knows pain! I’ll give it pain!” Lord Gappleton was mad in frenzy., a strange smile on his face and widened eyes. He pushed Lewy off of him. Once free, the lord took to the ship’s edge. He climbed upon the railings, looking down upon the thing in the water. His expression was much too fired up for an old man. 

“Welcome to my city, stranger! Let me give you a warm greeting!” 

“Baz! What the badge!” Sir Yolk leaped out to try and stop Lord Gappleton. Try… Lord Gappleton, spear in hand, jumped down. Arthor saw him land on where the body was.  

Once steady on his feet, Lord Gappleton raised his spear for a true strike. And down he thrusted. But the flesh at his feet was tough. He knew it would take more than just his spear to get rhough. The lord observed where he struck. Then seemed to have decided something. 

“Baz!” Sir Yolk cried in panic. “Are you out of your mind?” 

The old lord didn’t listen. The lord looked about than disappeared somewhere behind where the thing’s arms and body met. Arthor heard Sir Yolk hold his breath. Had he noticed that Lord Gappleton had vanished? But the insanity did not end there.  

In a frightfully quick leap, Captain Daijo hopped upon the side railings. The captain gave two thuds with his spear and cried out “Alon haah!” 

The tauries who heard him cried out in cheer as well, “Alon haaaaa!” and watched the captain jump. The captain dove straight for the thing. 

“Fools!” Sir Yolk climbed the railing. “You stay with Lewy!” The lord knight grunted frustration and jumped down toward the thing. 

The recruits noticed that Captain Daijo had already disappeared. Down there, it seemed Sir Yolk had an idea of where they went. Sword drawn, Sir Yolk eventually vanished himself. That was the frightening realization. Now further out of the water, you could truly grasp the size of this creature. The giant that was Sir Yolk only seemed a hound on a wide field as he stood on the thing’s body. And to disappear behind its appendages only further emphasized the point 

On deck, the fight was still on. The thing now had more of its arms make it on deck. But the Qatahni tauries knew how to attack it now. The tauries recognized the power of numbers and drive. One taury would strike. Then the rest would jab into that very spot, driving forward with all they had.  

The tauries on the pier had made it back aboard as well. Arthor could tell as he saw Banda charge in to lead another strike. He was amazingly graceful in his movement. A smooth gallop and a powerful thrust of his spear. The sort of attack that could send a man flying. 

Spear launchers fired. Teh arms reaching on board meant they were in range for mroe larger spears. The launchers would target any of the arms that stiffened upward, further wounding those arms. 

All worked well, except for one problem. The thing was not weak. After suffering many attacks, it still continued to climb the ship. After all, this thing was colossal. How could this thing falter to the bites of little bugs. Because that was all that everyone was to this thing. Tiny bugs, crawling about its playfield. 

When some of the arms had felt the side railings, the thing would tear them off. This ripped openings on the deck. An opening opened where the recruits stood. And the fall down the opening would not have been gentle. Looking in, Arthor had forgotten how extremely enormous it was below deck. It was a grand fortune for the Qatahni that their royal ship was so big. This big creature would have easily torn any other ship apart. 

The patrolman and Scaplo got the recruits away from the edges of the ship. They knew it was probably best to abandon ship. The thing was still fighting to climb on. More limbs found their way atop the ship. And in anger, the arms began to tear apart what they could. The first few openings the thing had ripped likely proved to the thing that it could now begin to tear the ship down. And that, it did. That tauries didn’t give up though. They continued to protect their ship. But what of Sir Yolk, Lord Gappleton, and Captain Daijo? What happened to those three? 

Lewy, his man, and Scaplo, continued to guide the recruits off the ship, which wasn’t easy. The ship was constantly rocking and jerking as bits and pieces of it were torn away. The recruits and company made it to where the plank to deboard stretched out. But the plank was no longer connected to the pier. Its other end was way off in the air. No longer the safe exit they expected. They were basically stuck onboard. But for how long? 

The arms found more sections to grab, and so they pulled more apart. The Qatahni strikes and drives were not fast enough to stop the thing from its destruction. How were they going to stop this thing? The ship was starting to lose its sense of enormity. The Qatahni were finding less of the deck to stand upon. Less effectiveness in their defence. Why could they do?  

More hideous arms found more the ship to hold. But this time, the arms steadied in place. Time to strike and drive. The attacks were successful, but the arms didn’t flinch as usual. The arms just continued to hold tight upon the ship. The weight of the thing could be felt, leaning the ship more to one side. Arthor checked the side to find the things body emerging even more out of the water. And there. It’s eye. Arthor looked away in fear, scared it would notice him again. Luckily it just stared in fury at the ship. The ship was its target, and up it climbed. 

Only the worst could be expected for when it finally made it atop the ship. The ship would surely be no more. And what about the ship’s captain? Would he want to see it end like this? Where in the worlds was he? 

The ship shook heavily all of a sudden. And with that, the loudest shriek Arthor and ever heard. A high pitch screeched across the sky. Everybody aboard had to cover their ears. The sound was so loud and frightening, that Arthor felt his soul want to leave and run away from his body – whatever that even meant. Covering your ears just wasn’t enough. Arthor felt himself curl into a ball, hoping to hide himself in his own body and limbs, away from whatever screeched so loudly. It must have been the thing. It finally made a noise. A noise Arthor would never forget. 

Suddenly, all the arms stiffened hard. The deadly screech stopped, but Arthor couldn’t hear anything. It was as if all sound didn’t exist anymore. 

The arms then let go of the ship. 

Arthor looked aside and saw the thing’s body had also stiffened. It’s eyes wide in… Was that fear? 

The thing let go of the ship and fell back into the water. The water rose in tidal flood, swaying the ship aside and covered over the whole pier. The dock area flooded with the sudden rush of water. It was hard to make out with only Eluna’s light, but Arthor swore he saw the thing swim away. He swore he heard it too.