“We can try and smash it open.” Eva suggested.

“Wait let me have a look at it.” Arabess said.

“For what? You plan on freezing the lock?” An’ric asked.

“Ha. Ha. No. How hard could it be to jimmy a lock. I’ve done it before.”

“I don’t know Bessie, a stronghold door is a bit different than a professor's desk draw. It’s not like sneaking a peak at a test. There could be dangerous stuff behind there.”

“Dangerous is sneaking into Magister Okore’s office after hours but we did that.”

“Not the same Bessie.”

“Relax and don’t call me Bessie.”

Arabess pulled a pin from her hair and began to work it in the lock. Her friends paced a step back, unsure what might happen next. Suddenly with a light click, the tumbler rotated and the sorceress opened the door. 

“Enter.” She said with a smile.

“Good job Bess.” An’ric complemented.

“You mean very lucky don’t you?” Cal corrected.

“Yeah that too. Anyway she did it.”

Several corridors later and a few more locked doors all ended the same. Arabess began to get a little too confident in her lock picking skill and brazen in her approach to secured doors. Cal cringed every time she worked a keyhole but he couldn’t argue the success she was having. Deep into the undermountain keep they found an iron bound door. Locked like many of the previous they had encountered.

“Stand aside.” Arabess announced. “I’m up.” 

Evalise and An’ric took a step back as Bess strutted toward the door.

“Careful Bess.” Cal cautioned.

“Relax Cal. I got this.” She winked, sliding the pin into the keyhole. “What could happen.” Arabess felt the metal catch onto something in the lock. She jiggled and pushed it trying to force the tumbler to move when she heard a ‘snikt’.

“Ouch.” She exclaimed, yanking her hand back and bringing it to her lips. 

“What happened!” Cal yelled. 

“Gods be damned needle pricked me.”

“Oh oh.” Evalise said with some worry in her voice. 

“Oh what?” Arabess asked a second before she swayed. Her legs abandoned her and she crumbled to the floor. Black ooze bubbled in the blood from the wound and her mouth had a sickly grey foam pushing past her lips. 

Cal rushed over wiping the spit way with his sleeve and tried to shake her awake. 

“Cal. It’s poison. Do something. Think!” Evalise yelled in a panic 

An’ric grabbed her hand and started flushing the hole on her finger with wine hoping to clean out the toxin. 

“No no no. Think Cal. “ He began talking to himself. The bard took a deep breath and then began the incantation. Immediately Arabess opened her eyes. Cal could see there was still a sickly yellow tinge to them. “You ok?” He asked. 

Arabess sat up slow. “A little woozy but it’s getting better. Poison?”

“Yeah. Poison. Maybe we should head back.”

“No. We’ve come too far. I say we finish it” 

“But the poison?” Evalise reminded her. 

“It’s not lethal otherwise I’d be dead. I’m sure I can manage it long enough to be done with this place.”

“ I don’t know Bessie.” Cal sounded skeptical. 

The sorceress stood to her feet and raised her protective aura. “See. I’m fine. Let’s go.” She insisted, moving further down the corridor. 

Several hours later the group emerged from the ruins.

“How ya feeling Bess?” Cal asked.

“Perfectly fine, thanks.”

They began loading the wagon and setting their packs inside. As they worked to break camp they recounted some of the highlights of their expedition.  

“We should bring that hammer to Kheldegan back in Blazingdale. It proves the stories about his kin and clan are true.” Evalise suggested.

“We could sell it back to him.” An’ric suggested. "We’re not rich you know."

“You greedy bastard.” Cal laughed. “Is that what they taught you at the monastery? What happened to vows of poverty?”

“Wrong sect. That for those broke brothers of Ilmater. They enjoy suffering we do not.” He smirked.

“Monks of the weave… more like monks of the greed.” Arabess joked, smiling at An’ric and winking. She was only a few steps from the stream where she was going to collect water when she felt a rush of heat the world around her started spinning. “Cal?” She croaked and fell over.

“ARABESS!” Cal yelled rushing over to her.

She was breathing rather raggedly and her eyes leaked a sickly mucous colored ooze. The grey foam had begun to churn in her mouth and she was rigid as the pain of cramping muscles caused her to lurch and jerk.

“Hurts Cal…” She whispered hoarsely. 

“An’ric bring me that orc remedy!” He yelled to the monk. “I got you Bessie. You’re gonna be ok.”

He started unbuckling her sword belt and removing her armor.

“What...arg!!!... DOING Cal?” she growled.

“You’re not gonna like how this tincture works. Sorry.”

An’ric brought the bottle over, handing it to the bard.

“Thanks. If ya don’t mind could you wait by the wagon?”

“What? Why?”

“Eva, help get her out of these clothes.”

“Oh!. Yeah. I’ll be right over there.” An’ric said, hurrying away.

Arabess’ two friends stripped her of everything.

“Ok I got it from here.”

“I can help.” Eva offered.

“Thanks but you’re not gonna want to see this.” He replied, pouring the chunky potion into her mouth and forcing her to swallow.

Eva backed away as Arabess choked and cursed.

“Tastes like shit.” She snarled then began to violently retch. She dug her fingers so forcefully into his cradling forearm that he was sure she broke skin even through his shirt and vambrace. More nasty fluid began to leak from her eyes, her nose, her ears. Slowly at first then with greater flow and intensity. What happened next he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Everything in her bladder and bowels ejected forcefully and the ungodly odor that came with it had him on the verge of puking himself. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably though she managed to hold his gaze for just a moment, long enough to say “Let me die.” before she lost control and vomited again.

“Not today Bessie.” he said in a comforting tone and dragged her into the stream allowing the easy flow of water to carry away the filth and soil, hoping at the same time its cool temperature would help reduce her fever.

It was several minutes of disgusting expulsion of toxins before it waned. Cal helped her clean up and get dressed. She was still shaky and unsteady, sweating with shivers and chills.

“How do ya feel?” He asked.

“I hate you.” She grumbled trembling as she spoke. "That was beyond repugnant."

“You just need some rest.”

Arabess half grinned half grimaced but Cal knew there was appreciation in her eyes. She signaled him to come closer.

“We never speak of this again.” She snarled through chattering teeth.

“Never.” He winked.

Something told her it wasn’t quite done but she was too exhausted and drained to argue.

“Thanks Cal.” She smiled then laid herself down to sleep.

“Always Bessie.”

“So.” Kylee said breaking the silence. “What’s everyone going to do after graduation? It's only a week away. I for one am looking forward to being done with this dreadful place and returning to court with my parents. They’re Waterdhavian nobles you know.”

“How could we forget.” Arabess drawled. “You mention it every chance you get.”

“Do I?” The blonde wizard feigned innocence. “I hadn’t realized.”

“Yes you did.” Salem countered. “You just like to say it because it makes you feel important.”

“No.” She pouted. “Cal is that…”

The bard looked over at Arabess who already had eyes on him. He quickly changed the subject.

“Hey Nat. I heard you were staying on for a fellowship in herbology. Congratulations. That’s exciting news.”

“Thanks it is. It came as quite the shock that I’d get it.”

“It’s really not.” Salem said dismissively. “Nobody wanted it.”

“How about you Evalise?” Kylee snarked. “What are you going to do when you can’t live here for free anymore? Where will you go?”

Cal could feel the room take on a chill as Arabess tilted her head toward Kylee. “First off. No one lives here for free. The institution has an endowment set up by wealthy alumni to foster prospective students of talent unlike yourself.”

“What does she mean by that?” Kylee snapped at Cal.

“It means Eva didn’t buy her way in.” Salem translated. “And she thinks you’re a hedge wizard.”

“Secondly, Eva and I discussed rooming together here in town for a while. So don’t worry she has a place to live.

Kylee’s eyes widened as Arabess stood.

“And lastly, us along with some of our friends are planning on putting our education to use looking for adventure in the real world instead of performing parlor tricks like trained monkeys for nobles at high tea.” 

Kylee blinked too stunned to speak.

“Guess that answers that.” Salem said sipping her mulled cider.

“Is that what you’re planning, Arabess?” Bryce asked.

“Yeah why?” She challenged the bard.

“Oh I don’t know.” He started a little unsure. “I thought maybe you like to join me on my yacht. You know my parents are wealthy, they own a…”

“Trading Company.” Salem finished for him, shaking her head. The witch took one look at the horrified expression on her friend’s face and said. “That’s a no.”

Cal chuckled to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Bryce asked, a little uptight.

“Oh nothing really. I’m sorry Bryce. It’s just that Arabess hates the open water. She can’t swim.”

“Yes she…” Evalise nudged Salem interrupting her statement. The witch gave her a ‘What?’ look.

“Besides oh great master of the triangle. I guess Bessie neglected to tell ya we’ve decided to try our luck as adventurers. Bessie, Eva, An’ric and me.”

“Wait what?” Kylee asked, confused. “I told mother you’d be coming back with me to Waterdeep. She was going to find you work at the Heroes’ Garden!”

“Oh yeah… About that…”

“Wow.” Arabess remarked somewhat surprised. “Guess we’ll have to get rich without ya Cal.” She smirked.

“Oh no you don’t Bessie. I’m in. Besides, I did all the research.”

“Hey!” Evalise corrected.

“Whoops. Yeah sorry Eva.”

“But you can’t. I mean An’ric isn’t even allowed to leave the school. Isn’t he a steward or something?”

“Monk.” An’ric corrected. “And yes I am. The order permits us to seek out the mysteries of weave by travelling and experiencing its effect on the world. It’s actually encouraged that we do. After the right amount of time we can either choose to return and serve here or remain a missionary passing what we’ve learned on to others.”

Kylee stood up, hands on her hips she stomped her foot. “Cal!”

“Oh relax Kylee. You can have him when we’re done.” She winked at Cal.

Cal tilted his head. “Thanks Bessie.” He mouthed.

She stuck her tongue out at him and made a face.

“Miss Ilixret!” 

The voice of Magister Rhilleas, the master of House Dracarys, cut into the room. The headmaster would like to see you and Mister Firebrand in his office immediately.

“Busted.” Salem smirked.

Arabess side eyed the witch and didn’t move.

“Now Miss Ilixkret.”

“Come on Bessie.” Cal took her by the elbow turning her away. “What did we do now?”

“Find me later Cal!” Kylee waved as they walked away.

Arabess began to look back over her shoulder toward the blonde wizard when Cal tugged on her arm.

“Hey.” He whispered trying to get her attention.

She shook her head. “I have no idea. You’re usually the reason we get in trouble.”

“Hurtful.”

“Truthful.” She grinned, bumping him into the wall.

They reached the headmaster’s office and were greeted by the always jovial face of his scribe Wendell.

“Look who it is. My two favorite visitors. The headmaster is waiting inside.” 

“Any idea what we did this time?” Cal asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” He winked.

“Thanks Wendell. That’s very helpful.” Arabess said dryly.

“Glad to help. Go on. You know the way.”

That they did. The two teens were far too familiar with the headmaster’s office for their liking.

“Ah there you are. Please come in and close the door behind you.”

Cal waved his hand forward allowing Arabess to step in first.

“Hey thanks.”

They stood behind the two waiting chairs.

“Hello headmaster.” They said in unison.

“Greetings. Greetings. Please sit. Not to worry. I have not summoned you here to discipline you.”

“Oh?” Arabess seemed surprised.

“Is that so unusual Miss Ilixkret?” The headmaster smiled. “I asked you here because I wanted a moment, unmolested by the rush of your impending graduation, to look upon you and share a few words. Both of you arrived at the Esoterica as infants and lived your entire lives within the walls of this great institution. I’ve watched you grow from helpless children, to active toddlers, to curious students to mischievous teens and now respectful young adults. It’s been perhaps my greatest joy to experience your development and watch you grow both as practitioners of the craft and good human beings. And it shall be my greatest sadness to see you leave and enter the world beyond the safety of this school and the protection of its staff.”

The headmaster paused to take a deep breath.

“I wish to extend to you both, should you so desire, to accept the opportunity to remain here in your current living quarters, until such time as you can comfortably find new accommodations. I will not have you unceremoniously cast from the only home you’ve known your entire lives. Now should you wish to venture forth and see what the outside world has to offer you, I am pleased to inform you that you shall both receive a modest endowment as a reward for your exceptional scholarship.”

“Are you serious, headmaster?” Cal asked excitedly.

“Quite so Mr. Firebrand.”

“That’s very kind of you headmaster.” Arabess answered though her voice sounded a little sad.

“Is something wrong Miss Ilixkret?”

“No. I guess not. It’s just… Until recently I never imagined a life outside of the Esoterica and now… Next week…”

“That is precisely the reason I have offered you the choice to remain... until you are ready.”

“I appreciate that headmaster and I don’t want to seem ungrateful…”

“But…” He prodded with a gentle smile.

“I have questions.”

“Mayhaps I have the answers. Ask away Arabess.”

“Why us? Why do we seem to benefit more so than some of the other students of similar circumstance?”

“That’s a fair question Miss Ilixkret. When you were left in our care all those years ago, financial considerations had also been arranged for your upkeep. You were not simply abandoned as vagrant offspring.”

“Who left us? Surely you must know.”

“Must I?”

“I mean there has to be a reason you’ve shown us such favoritism.”

“Have I done so?” He paused as if to search his memory. “I hadn’t noticed. Is it not enough to think that one so old as me could develop a fondness toward two of the children left in my charge? Young ones who I had the pleasure of watching grow? That I may simply be repaying you for the company you shared with an otherwise lonely man?”

“You mean detention?” Cal asked.

The headmaster just smiled.

“I feel like there’s more to it than that.” Arabess stated.

“Does there have to be?”

“No I guess not sir.”

“I’m going to miss our conversations Miss Ilixkret. Do visit whenever you are able.”

“You’re not going to say any more are you?”

“Only that if you wish to participate in any of the fellowships offered here at the school I’m certain there are magisters on staff who will gladly recommend you and endorse your application.”

Arabess nodded and smiled. “Thank you headmaster. For everything.”

The headmaster smiled in return.

“Would that include the acquisition and recovery of artifacts, headmaster?”

“Indeed it would Mr. Firebrand. Indeed it would.”

“Thank you headmaster.” He replied with enthusiasm.

“Remember both of you. There will always be a place here for you should you require. Now go, rejoin your friends and enjoy the week. I’ll see you at the ceremony.”

“Thank you sir.” They answered, bowed then left.

………………………………………...

The day of the graduation Evalise was sitting in Arabess’ room as her friend braided her hair.

“I can’t believe it Bess. After today we’re officially done. I’m kind of nervous.”

“Yeah me too. It was good of the headmaster to give us extra time before we have to move.”

“Definitely. I was a bit worried. I have some money….most of it from what we found at Candle Keep but the continuing instruction fee nearly wiped me out.”

“Yeah me too but it’s worth it. I can’t think of a better place to train or research than here. Plus if any of Cal’s treasure hunting leads prove bountiful the school will gladly compensate us for rare artifacts.”

“True. And it’s safer than fencing.”

Arabess laughed a little. Treasure hunting is not a crime Ev.”

“Oh I know. I’m just saying a lot of the time those willing to purchase ‘found’ items are somewhat unsavory.”

“Yeah like those miscreants from Bone House.”

“That’s funny. Hey that reminds me. Have you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Hammy’s father found him a job working at the magistrate’s office.”

“Nooo. That dope?”

“Yup. Unbelievable. I guess it pays to have a father in government.”

“I guess so.” Arabess shook her head. “Cal and An’ric are here.” She announced seconds before they heard a light tap at the door.

“You know it creeps me out when you do that.”

Arabess grinned.

“Hey. You two ready?” Cal asked, poking his head in the room.

“Cal! Don’t bother waiting for a ‘come in’. What if we were undressed.” The young sorceress yelled at him.

“So? Like I’ve never…”

An icy glare stopped him from talking.

“Yeah. You’re right. Sorry.”

“Good choice.” She smirked.

“What are you wearing?” Evalise asked An’ric.”

“Oh this?” he said straightening proudly. “It’s the formal attire of an anointed monk. I’m officially recognized as an Avowed. The red gi is ceremonial and symbolizes my new rank. Do you like it?”

“It’s wonderful.” Eva smiled. “You look very handsome.

“It’s red.” Arabess grinned. “But the color suits you. Now your enemies won’t know when you’re hurt.”

“What color do they give you when you get old? Brown?”

“Eww.” The girls cringed.

“Ha Ha. You’ve got jokes my friends. Save them for the party.”

………………………………….

All the graduating students were sorted by their arcane vocation, the vast majority of which were wizards. Next in number were the graduates of the Bardic College with the rest derived from more specialized smaller cohorts of study. Arabess was among thirty odd sorcerers who had completed their training. She stood on her toes trying to catch a glimpse of any of her friends.

“Congrats Bess.” Darvish offered, trying to spark conversation.

She eyed him dubiously before responding. “Yeah you too.”

“Listen Arabess. I hope there’s no hard feelings. I always liked you. It’s just Hammond…”

“Hammy is a bully and an arrogant jerk. He’s lucky he’s not graduating with frostbite for all the times he messed with Cal.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that too. Cal’s ok. He just doesn’t know when to walk away from a bet or keep his mouth closed.”

Arabess turned on him with a frosty glow in her eyes. 

“Whoa. I’m not looking for trouble Bess. Just offering some friendly advice. I know you two are close.”

“That we are. So I’d be careful how you talk about him.”

“Fair enough. Any plans for after graduation?”

“Not sure yet. You?”

“Hammond’s dad got us into the magistrates office. It’s boring but it pays well. I was hoping to get transferred to the constabulary. I think I’d like it better there.”

“Wow. Big words for one of Hammy’s brutes.”

Darvish grinned. “Very funny. Griff might be a little slow but you know I’m smarter than that.”

“Are you though?” She grinned.

The boy grinned back as the Master of the College of Wizardry started calling out names. 

“Grexar Irhan… Zisophi Theylyn…” 

There was polite applause after every student was called. When all the wizards had all received their diplomas the Bardic College announced their graduates.

“Anora Amashan...Copan Esawyn...Bryce Fahntelroy.”

As soon as his name was called there was a loud ‘ding’. The entire festhall roared with laughter. Even the magisters and scholars assembled on stage had a hard time maintaining a straight face. Bryce reddened a bit with embarrassment but took the jibe in stride.

“Callixtus Firebrand.”

“Whooh Cal!” Arabess yelled.

There was a piercing whistle of excitement from the Duskblade cohort as Evalise emptied her lungs.

As Cal approached the podium and received his diploma from the Master Bard Aramaex Erredarin, the headmaster smiled and nodded his head.

“Speech!” Someone yelled. Arabess swore it sounded like An’ric.

Cal turned toward the assembled students and cleared his throat.

“Ahem…”

The headmaster smiled wide as several other professors grimaced and looked away.

“I’d like to say I knew you all, but that would not be true.

Of you lot, some were fun, but friends I’d number few.

An’ric I could always count to tell a joke or two

And stand by my side ready to fight when lady luck would treat me cruel

Evalise with book in hand and polearm at the ready

We’d study late, enjoy debate, a friend so smart and heady

And my dearest Arabess, of dragon blood and eyes of icy blue

None could ever take your place, my life is best when I’m with you

Now some of you may begin to think. Wait a second. Hey what about me

To you I’d say do enjoy your day for it shall be insult free

Except of course for Hammy and his bonehead crew

For you I admit last night I bluffed, I had just an eight and two

So thanks a lot. The gold it helped, to buy some cheer and wine

And if I may,  just this once, does Hammy mean you’re swine?

Headmaster thank you for all you’ve done, professors thanks I say

I’ll leave the school but not the stage. With that I bid you good day.” 

More laughter exploded in the hall with applause and a mix of cheers and jeers. Hammond and Griff scowled angrily. Arabess stole a look at Darvish expecting to see a frown. Instead he wore a grin.

“It’s ok Bess. What can I say? He got us. I guess he gets the last laugh.”

Arabess nodded and gave him a friendly shove.

The specialty schools were called out next. Some of the cohorts were as few as two or three. Evalise and her duskblade brethren were only five in count. The College of Sorcery housed the greatest number of remaining graduates. Prior to calling the names, an old gnomish sorcerer began chanting and waving his arms until the air above burst with fire an image of an ancient gold dragon came into being with a mighty roar that shook the walls of the great hall. Excited cheers and whoops chorused through the chamber as students from all schools enjoyed the display. Once the hall had quieted, the roll was called.

“Erazio Buccolo… Rani Ezibin... Darvish Ikalis…”

Arabess clapped loudly and cheered for the boy that had been her rival most of her life. Perhaps she was caught in the moment or perhaps he wasn’t as bad as she believed him to be, at least not when he was away from Hammy and Griff.

“Arabess Ilixkret…”

Another loud whistle cut through the hall as Cal yelled, “Yeah Bessie!”

Arabess half grinned when she heard it. Magister Elyon, the professor who headed the College of Sorcery waited for her with a wide smile. Arabess reached out with her hand and was quickly drawn in and hugged by the, on occasion, overly strict sorceress. 

“I’m going to miss you child, though not the mischief you and Callixtus often brought to my class. Congratulations Arabess.” She said as she squeezed her former student. “If you ever want that fellowship in runes study…” She smiled.

Arabess smiled brightly back. “Thank you Magister Elyon.” She took a step away from her mentor. Her eyes drifted to those of the headmaster. He looked upon her with the joy of a proud father. The elderly mage bowed his head and it was more than she could bear. She rushed over and hugged the man kissing him lightly on the cheek then turned away just as fast as her eyes began to moisten and leak. She hurriedly made for the short stairwell down when Griff who was in the front row with the small cohort of Hexblades yelled. 

“Hey! She’s crying. Frosty has feelings!”

Darvish, who had waited for her a step away from the base of the stairs, turned and shoved his friend by the shoulder. “Not today.” He warned. 

“Hey. What the…”

Arabess stared at Griff with a cold and foreboding look on her face. Her eyes took on a cool hue.

Griff seemed a little unsettled but nodded saying no more.

“Let it go Bess. I think he got the message.”

She panted then nodded as Darvish lightly tugged her away. 

The graduation ceremony was closed out by a demonstration of martial prowess put on by the monastic order known to the students as the Avowed. An’ric and the two dozen newly graduated monks were all wearing their new red gis signaling their acceptance into the ranks of those who were charged with the defense of the Esoterica. The monks jumped and flipped as they entered the hall. They spun their staves and struck them for loud effect. The entire assemblage oohed and ahhed at the remarkable skill and flourish of acrobatic maneuvers. Once the performance concluded their names were called as well.

Once the last of the graduates received his diploma, the headmaster stood. He moved back to the podium and began to speak.

“My dearest graduates. Before we draw this ceremony to its end, I would like to bestow the award of class valedictorian, a time honored tradition here at the Esoterica. It is my pleasure to hold true to this custom as I have for nearly two centuries. This prestigious designation is special as it transcends college and recognizes the single student of their graduating year who not only exemplifies the pursuit of knowledge and dedication to the craft but also symbolizes what it is to be a practitioner of the arcane art. This individual has proven to be kind and resilient. Tough yet forgiving. Intelligent and wise. Confident yet humble. This award knows not lineage nor does it consider wealth or recognize birthrights. It is this institution's highest honor and must be earned from the first day you step inside these walls through your last. With these strict criteria in mind it is my personal honor to award this year’s valedictorian to the student who has exemplified these qualities from the moment they arrived at the Esoterica.”

“Well that’s not me.” Cal whispered to Bryce.

“You don’t think...?” Darvish asked Arabess.

“Me? No Absolutely not.” She shook her head.

“Miss Evalise of the College of Duskblades”

The entire hall exploded with cheers as the students hopped up and down and casters of all colleges launched pyrotechnics into the air.

“Yeah Ev!” An’ric screamed.

“Woo Eva!” Arabess howled.

“Evalise! Ev A Lise! Ev A Lise! Ev A Lise! Cal had the entire Bardic College chanting.

Eva who had blushed quite red matching her fiery hair, made her way to the stage rather emotionally and approached the headmaster.

“Well done young lady. Well done and well earned indeed.”

Evalise found herself tearing up much the same as Arabess had and hugged the wizened old mage.

“Thank you headmaster.”

“Remember my dear. There will always be a place for you here.” 

A feast that dwarfed even the dance at the bardic college was held in honor of the departing graduates. Strong drink along with the finest of foods were provided and the most talented bards the Esoterica had to offer performed all through the night. The celebration lasted well into the early morning. During the night many of the students said their goodbyes.

Kylee ran off crying.

Nat turned in early not wanting to be late for his first day as a fellow.

Bryce pouted the better part of the party until he finally moped away.

“Who would have thought you two would be such heartbreakers?” Salem quipped.

Griff was holding a frosty mug against his forehead. It was obvious he was suffering from over celebration. Hammy stared angrily at Cal. Darvish was back with them and many drinks later it seemed all had been forgiven. Several hours later, Hammond, who had been glaring at them most of the evening, decided it was time to say his final piece.

“You be careful Cal. I’m going to work for the magistrate. I’d hate for you to get caught illegally gambling and end up in my court.” 

“Is that a threat?” Arabess growled.

“Consider it a fair warning, Arabess.  Keep your man in check.”

“He’s not my…”

“Whatever.”

“See ya around Hammy!” Cal smirked. 

“Come on let’s go.” Hammond ordered his friends.

Darvish lingered for just a moment then unexpectedly reached in and hugged Arabess before he gently kissed her cheek. “Good luck Bess. Stay safe.” He looked at Cal and nodded. “Look after her.”

“Always do.” Cal smiled back.

“Yeah well that’s not how I remember it.” He grinned at Arabess. “Anyhow good luck. All of you.” Darvish nodded again then rushed to catch his companions.

As the party waned, the four friends found that they were some of the last of the celebrants still sitting in the festhall. 

“So what now?” An’ric asked.

“Now? Bed”… Evalise answered.

“I don’t mean right now…”

Arabess laughed. “She knows.I guess tomorrow we look for a place to stay.”

“Or.”

“Or what?” Eva asked.

“Seeing as there’s no immediate rush for us to leave we could follow this map I found in that diary we got from that dying priest at Candle Keep. From what I was able to gather there appears to have been something going on at White Plume Mountain. The book tells the legend of a lost weapon, the Sword of Restoration. Could be worth a look.”

“Could be.” Arabess agreed with interest.

“Sounds good to me. When do we leave?” An’ric questioned.

“Did you miss the part where I said bed?” Eva asked.

“Not at all Ev. You’re right. We sleep in, gather supplies tomorrow and set off the day after. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like a plan.” An’ric nodded.

“Or our next adventure.” Arabess smiled.

“Yes it does Bessie. Yes it does.”

“So we split the coins evenly. That’s easy enough.” Eva suggested.

“We can sell these extra weapons nobody wants. I’m sure we can get at least a few more gold.” Cal added.

“Yeah I’m fine with that.” An’ric agreed. “What about these potions?”

“You guys take one each. I’m good. I can heal myself.” Cal offered.

“Would anyone care if I took this cat's eye pendant?” Eva asked.

Her friends looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders indifferently. “All yours Ev.” Arabess announced.

“What about you Bess? You’ve been rather quiet. Anything here you want?” An’ric asked.

“I don’t know.” She said a little hesitantly. “I really like that coral ring but I’m sure it must be valuable. If no one objects I’ll buy it from the group.” She said with a glint of excitement in her eyes. “It’s got such nice color.”

“Fine by me Bess.” Eva smiled.

“Yeah sure.” An’ric echoed.

“I hate to do this to you Bessie but I was kinda interested in that too.” Cal said. “It’s got a rich look to it.”

“Are you serious?” The young sorceress questioned, narrowing her eyes.

“Yeah. But look. Fair is fair. I have some dice. High roll gets it ok?”

Arabess glared at him with an incredulous expression on her face. “You really want to do this?”

“Sure it’ll be easy. Tell ya what. Never let it be said that I’m not a gentleman.” He bowed low presenting the dice. “You can roll first.”

Arabess took on a frosty white pallor as her eyes emanated a frigid blue glow. She snapped the dice from his hand and launched them across the room.

“You know what?” She glowered. “Keep it!” She growled exposing a single canine and stormed away.

“Bessie, wait!.” Cal called after her. 

A wave of her hand caused a veil of fog to obscure her departure “Don’t call me Bessie!” She hissed to herself as she turned the corner into a stairwell.

Cal stood in the doorway stunned, unsure if she should follow after her. He turned back to their friends with his mouth agape. “What was that about?” He finally asked.

“Beats me.” An’ric said. “How about these scrolls?”

Eva side eyed the monk as she stood to her feet. She shook her head at Cal almost as if to say ‘if you don’t know…’ “I’ll go find her.” She offered, hopping to her feet and leaving.

Cal still hadn’t moved. It wasn’t his intention to upset his lifelong friend. In fact the only reason he even wanted the ring was so that he could give it to her as a gift, a memento of sorts marking their first real adventure together. 

“Ahh. Girls. Don’t let it bother ya brother. You know how emotional they can be sometimes. And Bess has always been prone to mood swings.”

“No she hasn’t.” Cal said almost defensively. “She’s only like that when someone hurts her feelings. It’s how she protects herself.” 

“She’ll be ok. Eva will bring her around. Don’t worry.” An’ric said reassuringly. “In the meantime...scrolls?”

“Arabess is the only one of us studying magical devices.” His voice was slightly melancholy. “She should probably hold onto those for us. We’d probably blow ourselves up.”

“Yeah. Good idea. Don’t want that.”

………………………………………………….

Eva found her sitting against the flowering cherry tree near the pond in the rear courtyard. She knew she would. It was her friend’s favorite spot on the grounds. The raven haired sorceress still wore a scowl as she stared angrily out across the water. Eva stood silently for a few minutes waiting for her friend to acknowledge her. When she didn’t, she decided to break the ice herself. 

“You know they call it a ‘dream catcher’?”

Her friend’s eyes shifted slightly toward her.

“Call what a dream catcher?”

“The cherry blossom tree you're leaning against.”

“You read too many books.” She frowned. “Like that jerk Calixtus.”

“Wow.”

“Wow what?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call him by his full name. He’s in a lot of trouble huh?”

Arabess didn’t answer. 

“May I?” Eva asked motioning to the ground near her friend. 

Arabess was staring out across the water again . She didn’t say anything but shrugged her shoulders and half curled her lips. 

“Want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

The girls fell silent again.

“Why would he want a ring obviously meant for a girl?”

Eva was about to say something when Arabess cut her off.

“I’ll tell you why. He’s an inconsiderate jerk who probably only wants it to gamble it away or …” The young sorceress became quiet, unsure she should say anymore, as a scowl worked its way across her face.

“Or what?”

“I swear if I see Kylee wearing it they’ll be scraping it of her frostbitten fingers.”

Eva laughed. “Come on Bess. Cal would never. I’m sure he must have a really good reason for wanting it. I can’t see him contesting your claim unless he had a really good reason.”

“Oh yeah? What might that be?”

“Well… I mean... He probably…” Eva shook her head. “I got nothing. But I’m sure he had a good reason.” Eva frowned a bit. “He better have a good reason.”

That forced the slightest crack of a grin to appear on her friend’s face. Arabess leaned her head against Evalise’s shoulder and went back to staring at the water. The two did for a while as some time passed quietly away.

……………………………………………….

It was late afternoon the following day when Arabess heard a light tap at her door. She had sensed a presence standing there for a few minutes before the knock came. She had already guessed who it might be. She walked over to the threshold and half opened the door.

“Hey Bessie.” Cal smiled.

“Hey. What?” She responded curtly, still holding the door halfway open, blocking the entrance.

“Can I come in?”

She paused a few seconds considering his request before taking her hand off the door and walking away leaving it ajar.

Cal took the cue as an ok and made his way in closing the door behind him.

“Missed ya at dinner last night Bess.” He opened a little sheepishly.

“Lost my appetite.” She said folding her arms.

“You weren’t at breakfast either…”

She glanced at an unmade bed. “Slept in.”

“And lunch?”

“Classes.”

“What classes? Lunch is during the common hour. There are no…”

An icy stare stopped him mid sentence.

“Hey Bess. I’m not sure what I did but…”

“Aren’t you? As smart as you are Calixtus, you expect me to believe you have no idea?” 

He sunk just a little. “Is it the ring Bess?”

“You knew I wanted that ring Cal!” She began to raise her voice. “What the hells?! Why would you do that to me? It’s a girl’s ring Cal. What the hell would you even do with it? Or does the Bardic College have you so in touch with your feminine side now that you’ll wear anything?!”

“No Bess. It’s not like that.” He was sincere. “I can explain.”

“Do tell.” She growled in draconic.

The young bard reached into his pocket and produced a small wrapped box.

“What’s that?” Arabess asked through slanted eyes.

“A gift.”He said holding it out. “For you.”

“If you think this makes up for it Cal…”

“Just open it Bessie.”

She snapped the box from his hand.

“Don’t call me Bessie.” She said through a harsh whisper. She held the box for a few more seconds.

“Go on.” Cal nudged.

Arabess sighed and tore the wrapping exposing a mahogany red cube. Her enhanced sense of smell told her immediately it was cherry wood, her favorite due to its pleasant scent. It had a straight, satiny grain with a ripple figure. It was quite beautiful. She undid the clasp exposing the coral ring inside.

“What?” She asked accusingly. “Did your conscience, such as it is, begin to trouble you? Now you want me to have it? You think a pretty box makes everything better?”

“No Bess. I always wanted you to have it. I just wanted you to have it as a gift from me. That was our first real adventure and I thought it would be nice for you to have something to remember it by... so you know… years from now you can look at it and smile.”

Arabess flushed red as a mix of embarrassment blended with stunned disbelief then bled into a somber happiness. She began to blink rather rapidly as her eyes moistened. A flash of guilt rippled through the emotional vortex that was her face. She inhaled sharply and if Cal didn’t know any better he’d swear she was about to exhale the frigid air of her breath weapon. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. “Thanks Cal. Thanks so much. I’m sorry. I should have known…”

“It’s all good Bessie.” He said, returning her embrace. “I’m glad you like it.”

She turned her face into his and kissed him quickly. Though only seconds it may well have been an eternity for both of them. She broke away and punched him in the shoulder.

“You’re still a jerk.” She grumbled.

“I know.” He nodded as he grinned. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful in the future.” He said with his smile growing wider.

“Yeah well…” She  replied, fidgeting nervously all the while failing miserably to look tough. “Good. See that you do.” She put the ring on her finger and held it up to the soft daylight of the retreating sun. “It’s…”

“Beautiful.” Cal finished for her though he wasn’t looking at the ring. “Ahem.” He shook his head. “We should probably head down for dinner. Eva and Ric will be wondering where we are.”

“Yeah. Good idea. She agreed. “Arabess brought the cherry wood box to her nose. She inhaled the sweet scent of the wood deeply and smiled before placing it carefully on her dresser.

Once in the hall she draped her arm through Cal’s and leaned into him slightly moving him off balance.

“So you liked the box?” He asked.

“Yeah. It was perfect.” She smiled.

As they found their way to the table, laughing and bumping into each other with their plates in hand, looks of confusion grew apparent on the faces of their friends.

“What?” Arabess said with a head tilt.

“You guys good?” Eva asked.

“Yeah why wouldn’t we be.” Cal answered.

“Well yesterday seemed…” An’ric had begun but stopped as Arabess reached over to Cal’s plate and swiped his biscuit. The coral ring on her finger caught his attention.

“Is that?” He asked.

“Oh this?” Arabess said flashing it with a bite of biscuit in her mouth. “Yeah Cal gave it to me as a gift. Wasn’t that sweet?” She turned and smiled at him. He smiled and winked in return.

Eva looked at An’ric who was already looking at Eva and they both shook their heads.

“What?” Arabess and Cal asked in unison.

“Oh nothing their two friends grinned. Nothing at all.”

Arabess slid a piece of skewered chicken onto Cal’s plate. “I can’t finish this.” She said grabbing his glass and emptying it. “Be right back. I’ll get us more.” She hopped up with the two cups in her hand.

Cal watched her walk away for a second before turning his head back to the table. He noticed his friends staring at him. “You guys ok?”

“Us?” An’ric asked. “You know you two are…”

Evalise elbowed him. “Supposed to meet us at the library tonight to work on our graduate thesis right?”

“Oh yeah. I know. We’ll be there.”

“Be where? Arabess said.”

“Library Bessie. Senior thesis.”

“Oh yeah. I should probably start that.”

“Did you say start?” Evalise asked.

“Yeah. Well, I know what I’m going to do. I just have to put it on parchment. Cal if you wouldn’t mind I could use your bookworm skills to help me find a libram about the dragon pantheon. I wasn’t allowed to keep the one I transcribed at Candle Keep.”

“You did what?” Cal asked. “You can’t do that? The rules…”

“Are stupid and the dragon told me I could.” She interrupted. “But then she told me I couldn’t. It was all a bit confusing. Anyway would ya mind?”

“Of course not. After dinner, work for everyone?”

They all agreed.

As An’ric and Cal got caught up in conversation Evalise leaned into Arabess. “I guess he had a good reason.”

Arabess smiled. “Guess he did.”

“Hello?”  She called out into the dark. 

Only the sound of her echoing steps answered back. 

“Lady Miirym? Are you here?” She called out again. 

There was a sound of rushing wind as if all the air in the hallway had been drawn out. 

“I recognize your scent adventurer.” A hollow voice resonated through her. “You assisted in repelling the most recent invaders so I granted you passage in my halls. But I’m curious… Why do you venture here now? To disturb me? Is it foolishness or folly?”

“Neither great wyrm.” She answered politely. “I was hoping you might grant me an audience, perhaps the boon of conversation if you deem me worthy to be in your presence.”

“It pleases me that at the very least you are a well mannered young lady. What do they call you?”

“Arabess. Arabess Ilixkret of Beregost, well more properly the Esoterica Magica.”

Very well Arabess Ilixkret of the Esoterica Magica. Follow the passage until you arrive at a crossway. Bear right until you reach the gilded arch. You’ll find me in the chamber beyond.”

“Thank you great wyrm.” She answered as the corridor drew silent once more. 

She followed the path as the ghost dragon directed until she reached the archway described. Set into the stone were runes written in the tongue of dragons that read “Miirym the Silent Sentinel. The Great Silver Wyrm.” She lingered for a moment at the entryway peering through the arch into the massive room on the other side. 

“Enter human.” Braziers took to flame washing the room with a warm orange glow. 

Arabess slowly made her way into the chamber, careful to be respectful of the undead dragon’s lair. Head bowed, she stepped to the center of the space. Shelves of books reaching a hundred feet high or more lined the circular walls. Several large planters of green ferns offered a pleasant aesthetic to the interior design. 

Arabess kept her gaze low to the floor as she knelt. “I am humbled by your grandeur, great wyrm and grateful for the generosity you have bestowed upon me.”

“Rise child and see me as I am.”

Arabess eased her way to her feet bringing her eyes forward as she did, all the while still maintaining a slight bow. What greeted her was a grand visage. The translucent form of a spectral dragon. She could make out the detailed form of the silver dragon, it’s mohawk frill, the goatee of chin spikes and the many large teeth in the dragon's maw as it smiled upon her. Arabess had never seen a dragon beyond the artistic renderings in the books she studied. She was in absolute awe of the being before her. Eyes wide all she could say was “whoa”.

This seemed to amuse the ghostly dragon as its smile widened even more. 

“Am I everything you’d imagine I’d be?” She asked with an air of haughtiness. 

“More so great wyrm than I could have ever dreamed.”

“I think I like you Arabess. You may call me Miirym.”

“Thank you. That’s most gracious.”

“It is. So now you’ve found me. What did you wish to talk about?”

“If you'll indulge me Miirym. I’d like to hear about you, to learn your story.”

The silver dragon eyed her for a few tense moments measuring her. It may as well have been an eternity as Arabess held her breath waiting for a response.

“Very well. But I’d like something in return.”

“Of course. But I’m not sure I have anything to offer that you might value. I’m an orphan Miirym and have little in the way of wealth.”

The ghostly apparition shook its head. “You possess the greatest treasure of all. Freedom. Even in death I may not leave this place. I remember a time when I could. At least I think I do. Sometimes. I would have stories of what you have seen outside these walls, of the events you have participated in and experienced.”

“But I’m so insignificant. I’m sure you must have seen more than I ever will.” 

“It was more a millennium ago when I last traveled the realm, child. The world changes. This place does not. Please me with your tales and I might just teach you a few things about yourself that even you may not yet know. Do we have an accord?”

“Yes. Thank you!” Arabess said excitedly. 

“Splendid! I’ll begin.” The spectral dragon whooshed around the chamber before settling again in her resting place. “Long ago, greater than twenty of your lifetimes I came upon this keep and thought, as all dragons do, that by chance, there could be treasures within that most assuredly would be better placed in my hoard than beneath these stone walls. As I rummaged through the many worthless trinkets and baubles stored in the keep, I was beset upon by droves of boorish humans who did not recognize the legitimacy of my claim. Their hostile and aggressive behavior left me no choice but to punish them for their disrespect. As I prepared to depart from the keep, an archmage came to me in supplication asking if I would afford them the opportunity to make amends with me. I saw this gesture of good faith meant a lot to the humans and so in a remarkable display of benevolence, I agreed. Unfortunately over the years the magic in my blood melded with the magic of this place, inexorably binding me to the keep. Sadly the archmage died attempting to undo the arcane link. In recognition of his great sacrifice I decided to remain here to protect that which he held so dear, even after death.”

Arabess sat in quiet amazement at the tale as it was told by Miirym. She had read a very different account of the story but hearing from the dragon’s perspective was an enlightening insight into the psychology of a dragon and its world view. “Thank you for sharing Miirym. It was a truly remarkable tale.”

The spectral dragon nodded. “Now you. Speak to me of where you are from. What is it like to live at a school?”

“It’s not so bad I guess. In some ways it’s quite like living here, the academia, the dorms. Places like this are very near their own little towns. I would say the biggest difference is that my small town lives inside another and life is much different in the two. At the Esoterica we have our studies of course and chores but all of our necessities are provided for us. Though I’d be lying if I said I failed to recognize that not all of the students receive equitable financial consideration. Myself and Cal…”

“Who’s Cal?” The dragon asked. 

“My friend. He’s an orphan too. We’ve spent our entire lives at the Esoterica growing up together. And while we have the good fortune of being provided with allowances and expenses for things like clothing and study materials others do not. Like my other friend Eva.” 

“I see. So is Cal born of dragons as well? Perhaps it’s as simple as you two receiving your just due.”

“Born of dragons?” I don’t understand…”

“You’re a sorceress am I correct?”

“I am but…”

“Most sorcerers claim to have a hint of dragonkind hidden in their humanity but more often they do not. Even when they speak true, it is so diluted that most are more likely to be charlatans rather than true practitioners of magic. You however have a rather noticeable scent about you. I can smell your heritage from halfway across the keep. I’ve seen you fight Arabess. You have our ability to breath destruction on your enemies and I’ve felt your aura. While but a mere shadow of a true dragon's power it is nonetheless impressive for a human. So this Cal of yours… He is a sorcerer too? Does he share your lineage?”

“Cal? Sorcerer? No.” She laughed. “He’s a bard. And as awful as he is in translating draconic runes I can’t imagine he descended from dragons.”

“Oh.” Miirym said with disappointment. “That is unfortunate.”

“What did you mean by heritage?”

The silver ghost shook her head impatiently. “Another day perhaps. Tell me about something more interesting. What have you done for fun?”

“Well there was this dance…” Arabess began as she relayed the story of the recent formal held at the Bardic College. The dragon held her gaze with intense interest as she described the hall, made tell of the food and libations and recounted the events, interrupting only when she made mention of her date.

“The triangle is not an instrument. It’s a clanging piece of metal. What self respecting bard would play the triangle? You’re the blood of dragons Arabess, it's rather unseemly for you to be in the company of such a fop. You should have frozen him and been done with it.”

Arabess cracked a smile. “I don’t think that would have gone over well. I would have gotten in quite a bit of trouble.”

“Perhaps you are right my young friend. I forget that unlike me you are not above human judgement. Not yet at least…” 

The dragon tilted her head in curiosity. 

“Why did your friend… What’s his name?” The dragon paused in thought… “Oh yes Cal. Why did he not ask you to the dance?”

Arabess tensed for a second. “Cause he’s a jerk.”

“Should I devour him?”

“No. No. Please no!” She answered back frantically. “He’s a jerk but he’s my friend. My best friend. Besides... I really don’t care.” She said with more than a taste of indignation in her mouth.

The Silver Dragon grinned. “Don’t you? I see a touch of our covetous nature in you Arabess. I like it.”

The young sorceress looked away. The sudden silence was broken by the grumbling of her stomach. Arabess had no idea how long she’d been down here but it was clear it had been quite some time since she had a meal.

“You should get something to eat, child. Return to me tomorrow and we can continue our conversation.”

“Thank you Miirym. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Of course you will.” The ghost dragon smiled.

Arabess bowed politely and exited the chamber. She found her way back to the dining hall where her friends had already gathered to eat. She hastily made a plate of food and joined them.

“You’re not going to believe where I just spent the day!” She gushed, unable to contain herself.

“Not learning to play the triangle I hope.” Cal said with a smirk.

The young sorceress glared at him, her eyes turning blue, the color of a cold winter frost. 

“No.” She snarled. “Actually I found a spell that can ward away crows so you can let Kylee sleep inside from now on. It won’t cure the sour milk from her breath though.” She stared at him for a moment daring him to retort.

The words sat ready on the young bard’s tongue but he thought better of it and swallowed them instead. 

“Come on Bessie. You know I was just having some fun with ya.”

“UmHm. Maybe I should have let the dragon devour you.” She pouted. “And don’t call me Bessie!”

“Wait.. Did you say dragon?” Eva cut in.

“Can’t be. There are no dragons here.” An’ric added. “Right?”

“Actually there is An’ric, well at least the ghost of one, a great wyrm named Miirym. We had a lovely conversation today.” She turned to Cal. “And she thinks you’re a jerk too.”

“Hey. how would she…”

“Anyway. She told me the whole story of how she came to reside here, well from her perspective at least. Her story doesn’t quite mesh with the one written about her in “Candle Keep Mysteries.”

“Wait. So you spent the day talking to the ghost of a dragon. Sounds awfully dangerous.” Eva said with some worry in her voice.

“I have to be honest. I was really nervous when I went looking for her. She said she smelled my heritage in my blood so she allowed me to enter her lair to talk. She wanted to hear tales of the outside world so I told her about the dance at the bardic college. She said I was descended from dragons but wouldn’t tell me any more.”

“Don’t most sorcerers say that?” An’ric asked.

“Yeah. I know. But it does make sense considering my affinity for dragons and the way my powers mimic theirs.”

“True. I can’t argue that.” Cal said. “And you certainly have a knack for runes.”

Arabess smiled and seemed to straighten.

“Anyway. She invited me back tomorrow.”

“And you’re going?” Eva asked.

“Yeah of course. I feel like I should bring her a gift…”

“What do you get for a ghost dragon?” Cal wondered out loud.

One of Candle Keeps acolytes overheard the bard and chimed in. “Ahh you’ve discovered the Silent Sentinel of Candle Keep! The great silver wyrm Miirym who makes her lair down below… though she has the run of the entire grounds. It is said she has an appreciation for greenery if that helps, young lady.” He bowed and continued on his way.

“There’s an arboretum in the courtyard Bess. I was studying plants there earlier. They have a small storefront. I’m sure you could find something there.”

“Thanks Ev. I’ll have a look after dinner.”

The following morning Arabess hurriedly dressed and returned to the chamber where she had met the apparition the previous day. She was just outside when the spectral voice called out to her. 

“Welcome Arabess. Do come in.”

The young sorceress clumsily entered,teetering from side to side, as the rather large planter threatened to drive her off balance. 

“What have you there?” The dragon questioned.

“It’s a gift, Miirym. I purchased it from the arboretum. It’s called a peace lily. The master herbalist said it's known for purifying the air. I thought it might bring you a measure of tranquility. I hope you like it.”

The dragon’s eyes lit up with a lurid silver glow. “Bring it closer.” She smiled greedily.

Arabess walked it over to where the phantasmal creature floated just above the marble floor.

“It’s splendid. Well done Arabess. Well done indeed. Set it there by that purple fronded fern. That’s it. Perfect. I am quite pleased with you child.”

“I’m humbled to hear it. What shall we discuss next?”

“Sit here. Tell me of your childhood. What was it like growing up at your school?”  

Arabess spent the better part of the morning reminiscing about her days as a child being raised in the Esoterica. Some were fond memories that made her smile as she spoke.others so sad she nearly teared up. “I know it shouldn’t... “ She sniffled. “But it still bothers me that I was abandoned. Why did my parents not want me?”

“Perhaps they were heroes killed in some conflict?” The dragon offered in consolement.

“The headmaster said as much but I feel like he’s not telling me the whole truth, like he’s holding something back. I don’t know… I guess I should be happy to be fostered there. If not I would never have met my friends…It’s just… When the holidays come and the other students leave, it can feel kind of empty. I’ve never known what it’s like to be part of a real family.” 

“Family is more than just those who birthed us Arabess. Silver dragons live in clans and though we may have been born of different parents and even other clans once bound we are very much a family. I would argue it is the same for you and your friends”

“Yes well. I’m no silver dragon…”

“Aren’t you? Do you think it’s pure happenstance that you are able to produce a breath weapon and that the effect is cold? That the protective auras you generate and even the ability to heal are a typical occurrence among human casters? No child. Yours is the blood of dragons. And those abilities are gifts of your silver heritage.I am certain one of your ancestors must have been my kin.”

Arabess flushed. “Do you really think?”

“I am a great wyrm child, I know what I smell and recognize what I see.”

“No one will believe it. They’ll think I’m mad.’

“There are some that think the same of me. Do you believe me to be insane?”

“No Miirym. Of course not.”

“Good. I would like to share something with you Arabess. I will teach you a power rare among sorcerers and impossible to learn by those not of the blood. The basics of your magic is a skill taught early to all sorcerers...unleash the arcane power within and make it manifest. But what if this inner power was to be amplified? What if one could expand on what was already there? Through conjuring and focusing all of one’s magic energy it is possible to unlock greater potential. Now, this takes rare discipline and devotion to the arcane but the results are nothing short of astounding. Are you willing to do the work?”

Arabess bowed. “I would be honored to learn if you will teach me.”

The ghost dragon smiled. “Go. Get a bed roll. You’ll be spending your time here now until you master this power.”

Arabess darted from the chamber rushing back to her room and collecting her things. She scribbled a note for Cal and ran full sprint back to the Silver dragon’s lair. The next few days were filled with exercises and meditations. The ghost dragon afforded her barely enough time to sleep and her meals brought to her. The spectre would use the respite she granted her to eat to hear more tales of the outside world from her new friend. Once she was fed the training would continue.

​”Do it again.” said Miirym in an encouraging tone. Arabess picked herself up from the stone floor, rubbing her backside. As part of the young sorceress’ training regiment, she needed to be taught proper form before unlocking new magic could be introduced to the technique. Without proper form, the suppressed arcane energy might backfire, not only sending the caster to the ground, but the pressurized arcane could explode, leaving a far more disastrous result. 

Arabess went through the motions again to summon the arcane within her. 

​Miirym gazed over Arabess, contemplating the technique before she spoke.

​”Better.” she finally admitted. “You must not be overconfident despite the fact it is in your blood to be so. Remember your basics and practice them often.” 

On the day before Arabess was to depart Candle Keep the ghost dragon flew high into the stack of books and returned with a libram written in draconic.

“This is the book of the dragon pantheon. I’ve opened it to the section discussing Her Beneficence, Tamara, the dragon goddess of life, light mercy and forgiveness. She is a silver dragon.” Miirym announced proudly. “I would like you to learn all about her while you're away. Sadly I can not permit you to take it with you so you’ll have to transcribe it.”

Arabess looked at the chapter in the libram. “There must be a hundred pages.”

“One hundred and twelve.” Miirym grinned.

Arabess nodded her head then reached into her pack withdrawing a book of blank parchment, ink and a handful of quills. She spent the evening scribbling the text with very few breaks and even forsaking sleep. When she had completed the task she closed the new volume and started rubbing her cramping hand.

Miirym glided over her shoulder nodding her approval. “Well done. Well done indeed.” Suddenly her eyes narrowed. “Is that a book Arabess?”

The young sorceress wore a look of confusion. “A copy of a book. The one you asked me to transcribe.”

“Why would you do such a thing?” The dragon asked mildly agitated.

“You told me to.” Arabess answered.

“Yes but you’ve created a book and all books must remain here in the keep.”

“Then why would you have me transcribe it?”

“How else are you to study it when you’re gone?” The dragon countered.

“But I can’t take it with me.”

“No I’m afraid not.” 

“So how do I study it?”

“You must transcribe it.”

“But then I’ll be creating a book and won’t be able to take it with me.”

“No of course not. We’ve already discussed that all books must remain here.”

“Then why would I transcribe it?”

“Honestly child, sometimes you make no sense. How else are you to study it?”

“But?”

“I’m sorry Arabess you seem confused. Perhaps the training caused quite a bit of strain on your mind. I think you should rest for a bit.”

“Yes of course.” She sighed. “That must be it. 

She curled up into a ball cradling her aching hand and fell asleep. She awoke a short time later to find the dragon slumbering as well. She reached for the tome and began to read. With the turn of a page the dragon's eyes flashed open.

“I didn’t think ghosts needed to sleep.”

“They don’t. Need and choice are very different things.” Miirym answered with a curious look on her face. “Are you sure you’re well enough to continue child.”

Arabess smiled. “Of course Miirym. Thank you for your concern though.”

The dragon nodded.

Arabess read the chapter again before closing it and sliding back toward the dragon.

“I’m afraid it’s nearly time for me to go, Miirym. Thank you for everything.” She smiled bringing her hand to her heart.

“Go wyrmling. See new things, visit new places then come visit me again. I shall look forward to hearing your tales.”

Arabess bowed politely. “Goodbye Miirym.”

“Farewell Arabess.”

Cal, who just finished his latest performance at the The Jovial Juggler, mingled with the crowds of revelers in the streets of Beregost.  As he began to make his way home, a toothless old codger lisped “Nightfall” to Cal as he walked past. “The finest hour of the day.”

“Yes, it is a beautiful evening.” Remarked Cal.

“Giorgio, I have seen your performance earlier today. Please join us this evening.” The old codger said motioning to the ring of Vistani caravans.

Giorgio, Cal recognized the term Vistani used among themselves to signify outsiders. Before Cal could respond the old codger continued.

“I disrespected you and did not put any coin into your jar. Allow an old man to make amends.”

Cal was going to decline but thought better of it as it would surely be seen as an insult. “Sure, friend. I would be honored to share your table.”

The old codger escorted Cal back to the Vistani camp. With an ease that would amaze a ranger, the old codger sparked a fire to life in minutes using nothing but a flint block and some kindling. The children had collected wood since the camp was set, and now they begin to feed the flames, laughing merrily and jabbering to each other in their colorful tongue. One by one the Vistani finish their final tasks of the day and join the growing circle around the fire. Someone produced a violin, and after a few caring plucks to tune the strings he began to ply his bow, striking up a spirited melody. Soon the Vistani were clapping and singing. A beautiful young girl rose and began to dance around the fire, shaking a tambourine to the rhythm of the music. She spun and twirled her skirt around and around until Cal was dizzy just watching her. Suddenly she came to stop before Cal. Gently she swayed before him, the slightest trace of a smile upon her lips.

“Who will dance with Gitana?” asks the old codger. He then focused on Cal. “Hers is a rare invitation indeed!”

Cal smiled to himself and then at Gitana and accepted her offer. Cal was skilled enough to acquit himself with the Vistani and even amused some in the process.

Once the dance concluded, the musicians retired. The old codger announced that the time of the telling of legends had arrived. Once again, he focused on Cal.

Wordlessly Cal acknowledged the queue. He stood before fire and addressed the gypsy tribe. He spun a tale of romance and high adventure using sleight of hand and spells to great effect. Once again, the Vistani approved of his skill and showered him with applause and coin. Cal graciously accepted the accolades but moved as if he was going to leave the coins behind. Gitana gracefully rose from her seat and glided to Cal’s side and skillfully disguised a whisper in his ear with a kiss on the cheek.

“It will be seen as an insult if you do not accept the gifts.”

Cal slightly nodded his head in acknowledgement, smiled broadly at the tribe and waved his hands in gratitude of the applause and began collecting the coins. Gitana and the children assisted Cal. The children laughed merrily and jabbered at each other and Gitana and Cal stole looks from each other. Listening to the children, Gitana couldn’t help but laugh to herself at times and even flushed with embarrassment at one point. Even in the fire light Cal noticed Gitana’s skin redden.

“What?” Cal asked innocently.

“They think you should be my boyfriend.” She said trying to hide her face behind her long dark glossy hair.

“What do you think?” Cal asked with a roguish smile.

Gitana giggled with embarrassment before answering. “I think you should meet my Nana first.”

Gitana took Cal by the hand and led him to a rich and colorful caravan decorated with stained glass windows. Gitana knocked on the door before entering.

“Nana!” she called out. “I want you to meet someone!”

An old crone emerged from behind a beaded curtain. Her clothing was just as colorful as her caravan.

“Callixtus.” The old crone croaked. “Sit.”

Taken aback by being addressed as Callixtus, he did as he was told.

“I never go by my full name. I hate it. How did she know?” Cal thought to himself.

 Gitana, still holding Cal’s hand, sat so close to him she was practically in his lap.

The old crone smiled at her granddaughter and offered both of them a cup of tea.Cal graciously accepted the small, tulip-shaped glass. He took note of the unusual bright red color of the beverage before he took his first sip. It had a fruity aroma and a pleasant aftertaste. Cal nodded his head in approval of the beverage. Satisfied with Cal’s reaction, the old crone sat heavily in a cushioned seat opposite the couple.

“You may call me Madam Eva, Callixtus.” She said in a gravelly voice.

“How did…” Cal began.

“Nana is going to give you a card reading.” Gitana interrupted. “Your true payment for the story you told the tribe this evening.”

“Oh no, no, no.” Cal began in protest. “That is…” Cal stopped in mid-sentence as he saw the insulted look forming on Madam Eva's face. “That is very generous of you Madam Eva. I would be honored.” Cal said recovering.

“Before I can do the reading, however, I must first uncover your past in order to learn your future.”

Madame Eva fell silent and still, a sudden shift that brought awareness of how quiet it was inside the caravan. Cal no longer heard the roar of crackling fire. The Vistani outside were not quiet, yet now they might not be there at all. His breath seemed loud in his ears. She took hold of Cal’s tea cup and stared deeply at the tea leaves, her eyes glazed over, the pupils and irises disappeared becoming solid white orbs. Her voice was low and deep when she spoke.

“Half a celestial, half a man, you are son of him called Marshal, I see you. You may not know your own heritage, Callixtus, but I do. I know of you indeed. You love the daughter of dragons; she has not yet unlocked her full power. Awaken the ghost of Argynvost and ask him to tell you more.”

Madam Eva placed the tea cup down and slipped her fingers into a black velvet bag, eyes closed, pulling out a card.

The Wizard

"Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. This card wishes to help you understand your enemy. I see a wizard's tower upon a lake. Speak the wizard's name, and let the servant guide you to that which you seek."

The Trader

"Ah, this card tells of a holy symbol, an icon of great hope and protection. Look to the wizard of wines! In these troubled times, the treasure hides there, in wood and sand."

The Rogue

"This...this is a card of great power. I see a weapon of vengeance, a sword of sunlight, lifted high into the air. I see a nest of ravens. There you will find the prize."

The Ghost

"There are many souls in this land, but this card tells me that there is one who will aid you greatly in the battle against darkness. I see a fallen king of a fallen kingdom. He lingers like a ghost in a dead dragon's lair, and will ask for but one thing in return."

The Beast

"Your enemy is a creature of darkness and death, ever lurking. This card reveals him, I see it clearly now. A great hall, an ancient throne, a window shattered long ago. When you seek her, you shall find her there.”

Madam Eva's eyes slowly returned to their natural shade of deep brown. “Go to Amn, Callixtus.” She said waving her hand dismissing the young bard.

“Thank you, Madam Eva, that was very…enlightening.”

“Thank you, Nana.” Gitana said as she took Cal by the hand and walked him out of the caravan.

Once they were outside, Cal looked at Gitana and asked “What do you think she meant by all of that? Wizards and ghosts? Son of a man called ‘Marshal’?”

Gitana shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “I guess go to Amn and find out?”

“Gitana!” A young man in the distance called out. “Does your friend play cards? Armand has chickened out and we are one player short.”

“I am done with him for now! You may have him!” She shouted back to the young man.

Gitana looked at Cal “That is my brother Arturi. He is a good man. You may go.”

“Done with me?” Cal said confused and maybe even a little hurt.

Gitana looked Cal In the eyes ``Go play with the boys. Have fun. Come look for me when you are over the ‘dragon girl’.” She punctuated her sentence with a wink of her eye and kiss on the lips. She spun away from him doing a pirouette causing her dress to flair out. “I like you Cal. Don’t forget about me!”

Cal stood still with his mouth agape, his mind trying to process everything that just transpired. A friendly slap on the back disrupted his reverie.

“Are you done making love to my sister?” asked Arturi with a friendly smile. Before Cal could respond Arturi continued. “Com’on, the other players are waiting.”

 Arturi brought Cal to another caravan--this one was not as colorful as Madam Eva’s, and dimly lit. Five Vistani men sat around a table finishing the latest game.

“I'll see your ten and I'll raise you ten.”

“I call.”

“What do you have?”

“Full house.”

“That beats me.”

“Damn. You are a lucky bastard.”

Arturi sat in one of the two empty seats. “I found Armand’s replacement. This is Cal.”

Cal took a full measure of the men at the table before he spoke.

“Is this seat taken?” He said with a friendly smile

“If nobody's in the seat, then it’s not taken, friend.” Said the current dealer in a friendly tone.

“I like the game the way it is.” Said an unhappy player.

“Well, I bring all sorts of pluses to the table. I hardly ever bluff and I never, ever cheat.” Cal said, trying to diffuse the situation.

“I don't believe it.” The unhappy man said.

“Neither do I.”  remarked Cal with a smirk.

“I like the game just the way it is.” The unhappy man said again.

“What good is an empty chair?” said another player.

“Indeed.” Said another.

“I'll bet I can change your mind,” said Cal. “I promise that I will lose for at least an hour.”

“Sounds good.” Said the dealer.

“My kind of player.” Said another.

“We're playing Five-card draw. Please, sit down.”

“My name is Cal.”

“I caught that before, ante up.” Said the dealer.

“I'm in.” the players said in turns as they tossed their chips into the center of the table.

“You did say you'd lose for an hour.” Said one of the players.

“I'm a man of my word.” Cal reaffirmed.

“Place your bets.”

“It's about time.”

An hour later the game continued.

“I'll see you...and raise you…two-hundred.”

“Slow down, I'm running low on chips.” Complained the unhappy man.

“I'll see your bet and... and raise you…two-hundred." said Cal.

“I'll call.”

One man seemed pleased with himself. “Two pair. Aces over queens.” He said with an air of confidence.

“Lucky for me, I had sixes.” Cal said with a grin. “Sorry.”

“Nice pot.” Arturi said.

“Broke your losing streak.” Remarked the dealer.

“That one shouldn't count.” Said the unhappy man.

“Beg your pardon?” said Cal

“I don't think that hand should count.”

“Any logical reasons why not?”

“My mind wasn't on the game.”

 “What's your name?”

“Nicolai.”

“What's your occupation?”

“I'm a duelist.”

“I have to assume since you're still alive...and playing cards with us...that you're good at it.”

“Care to find out?”

Cal put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Gentlemen, this hand definitely does not count. Take it all. Whatever you think's fair, and I'll be content with the leavings.”

“Have you always been a coward?” said Nicolai.

“I'm a historian. I want to become an old historian. You are a duelist. An exceptional one at that, from what I hear. If I went up against you, what chance would I have had? Answer? Zero. Absolutely none whatsoever. Come on, let's just play poker. Who wants to play poker?” Cal raised his hand and nodded yes answering his own question. With the exception of Nicolai, the others at the table followed suit.

Then Cal asked “Who wants to see someone get killed?” Cal and the others put their hands down. Cal looked at Nicolai. “Let's play poker.”

With the hostilities seemingly diffused the game continued for a few more hours.

“I'll raise you one-hundred.” Said a player.

Cal looked at the pot and said “And I'll raise you whatever that is. Looks like…

“Der’mo! I fold.” Said Nicolai.

A grinning Cal pulled the pot towards himself. Nicolai reached across the table and grabbed Cal’s cards. Nicolai became infuriated when he saw Cal did not have a playable hand.

“You said you never bluffed! I had a pair of aces!”

“No, I said I never cheated and I also said I hardly ever bluff. This is one of the ‘hardlys.’"

“You've been cheating the whole game!”

“What do you think I was doing during that first hour?”

Nicolai was silent.

“I was learning your ‘tells’. Your weakness comes when you get your hand. You shuffle the cards back and forth and act a little fidgety.”

“I just called you a cheat!” Yelled another player.

“You also called me a coward but I figured you were just teasing,” Cal added.

“There's going to be a fight.” Said one of the other players.

Arturi got up and hastily exited the caravan.

“I'm going to cut you up, Giorgio!” Nicolai shouted as he drew a dagger from his belt.

“Hold on now.” Said Cal as he rose from his seat. “You’ve been drinking… a lot. And you played bad. Now whose fault is that?”

“Yours, you svoloch! It's all your fault! It's our time now!”

Two of the men hooked Cal’s arms with their own and dragged him out the caravan.  As the two men propped up Cal. Arturi returned with Gitana just in time to see Nicolai punch Cal in the jaw.

“Get your hands off him!” Screamed Gitana.

“We get him first!” sneered Nicolai as he hit Cal again.

Arturi faded into and out of the shadows and coldcocked one of the men holding Cal. Cal slipped out of the grasp of the other man holding him. Spinning, he threw an elbow into the gut of the man. The blow connected perfectly and he doubled over, his knees weak, and he fell to the ground.

Nicolai charged in swinging viciously with the training of a skilled warrior. But he's slow, too slow. Cal ducked the blow, coming up with a punch of his own that landed on the side of the jaw. Nicolai staggered back and cartwheeled to earth. 

“You're a pretty good fighter.” Arturi said to Cal.

“I'm glad they didn't have time to kill you.” Gitana. said with a sigh of relief.

“Me too. That’s all in thanks to my lucky shirt.” Cal looked down and saw a tear in his shirt.

“All right! My shirt’s damaged! Damn! What the hell else bad can happen? You!” Cal shouted and pointed a finger toward Nicolai. “What did you say before? You called me something.”

“Nothing important.” Said Nicolai who was slow to stand up.

“He called you a gutless coward.” Said Arturi.

“I did not say that. I might've said a coward and a cheat.”

“Cheat?! Cheat?!” Cal said overreacting.

“But I was teasing.” Said Nicolai.

“Teasing?! I don't like being teased!”

“My friend, I'm sorry.”

“Now I'm teasing you. Let's play poker.”

The men dusted themselves off and went back into the caravan.

Gitana ran to Cal and tightly embraced him before he could rejoin the poker game. “That was truly amazing.” She exclaimed.

“I just get lucky sometimes.”

Studied the ancient scrolls that teach the Kara-Tur martial arts style known as the Five Stars. Once per combat encounter you make a melee attack against a different creature within 5 feet of you, with a separate attack roll for each target. Each attack is part of the same bonus action, but none of these attacks can be made against a creature you have already attacked this turn.

Evalise was in Winthrop’s storehouse clearing out the infamous rat infestation. There, sitting on a webbed-covered barrel, she waited idly by as she watched a shadowy feline figure dart behind the scenes. After the sounds of crashing crates and sharp scratching of claws upon wooden boards, the little black cat emerged triumphant with its prey clutched within his teeth. He peered up to her expectantly.

"What?" She replied sharply. "Your one to my twenty. I’m not impressed."

The cat growled and paraded off around the rest of the storehouse with his trophy.

"And I can do without the attitude mister!" Evalise informed him. With a brisk sigh she hopped off the barrel.

"Guess that's the last of them," she murmured. Taking a moment to dust herself off, Evalise slowly scanned the warehouse one last time before stepping outside.

A husky ale-soaked voice bellowed at her. "Aye! And how goes the war, lass?"

"Don't go in there, my fair ol'  taskmaster! The ravages of this skirmish would set your heart asunder."

"No," the bear-like man gasped with wide eyes. "Not me..."

Evalise nodded slowly as she  embraced the man, her arms unable to encompass the girth of his massive torso.  "Sorry Winthrop. I couldn't save the brandy."

"Damn their beady little eyes!" Winthrop howled.

Straightening herself , Evalise continued, "You know, you'd save yourself the heart-ache if you just fronted up for some traps."

"Ah," Winthrop groaned. "Ye are the only trap I need. Now off with ye." 

Cal:

Attended the College of Destiny and earned the Bewildering Gesture trait. When you cast a spell that requires a saving throw, you can change the saving throw from its normal ability score.

“I almost got hung myself once before. Didn't care for it much. How about you?” said Cal, hands bound behind his back sitting atop a mule backward.

Making the final adjustments to the noose around his neck, Nymiria gave Cal a peck on the cheek before returning to Hammond’s side.

“We'll leave you now.” Said Hammond “Don't want anyone to see me here and get the idea that I was somehow connected with your...accidental death. On the other hand, it's not good for a man to be out here alone. The mind can do terrible things. Enjoy the company.”

On queue Grif and Darvish tossed a massive burlap sack to the ground behind the mule. An audible rattling noise could be heard coming from the bag.

“Oh, snakes!” exclaimed Cal.

Hammond and his troupe chuckled and mocked Cal as they rode away on horseback.

“Don't go without me, all right, Hammy? Whatever I've done to piss you off...” Cals words trailed off as he began to grow frantic. “If you'd just get me out of this...let me know what it was… I'll rectify the situation. It’s just been a shitty week for me!”

Cal took a deep breath and tried to wriggle free of the knotted rope around his neck. No luck. Make that bad luck. Cal’s jerky movements surprise the mule and it takes a half step forward. Cal froze in place. After a moment the mule relaxed and settled down. Cal started to try and work his neck free again. This time the mule didn’t move at all. Cal sighed with relief. His gaze went to the burlap sack. It started to wriggle. Cal held his breath. The mule didn’t spot the sack yet. Pretty soon it's going to be hard not to spot it. Cal threw caution to the winds now and tried desperately to somehow get free of the noose. Miraculously, he started to make a little headway. Suddenly the snakes vanished with a loud pop and a puff of acrid smoke. The terrified mule ran for its life.

“No! No! No!” Pled Cal as he slid off the back of the Mule. The sudden fall jerked the hemp rope. With a loud crack! the tree branch the rope was tied to snapped under Cal’s weight and he came crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

Cal staggered to his feet as he watched the mule run off in the distance. Cal sighed heavily resound to his fate. It was at least a half day walk back to Beregost. Hopefully that offered enough time to make up an excuse for Arabess.

An’ric:

Studied the Way of the Avowed Preserver and earned the Silent Scholar trait. You gain the Magical Training Feat and the spells you choose are non-verbal and non-somatic.

An’ric approached First Reader Quinlapp. “I have questions. Yesterday I was dressing, I knew I wanted to freshen up, as the thought entered my mind, my clothes glamored and I felt a surge in the Weave. When it faded I was cleansed. I know no magic.. How did this happen?”

"Meditation is about more than just gaining a deeper understanding of ourselves. It is about forging a deeper connection to the Weave. It is a means of obtaining greater control over our thoughts and emotions. Peace. Serenity. Harmony. In mastering ourselves we gain a greater connection to the Weave."

“I do not possess magic. My friend Evalise, she studies to draw upon the arcane.

“Meditation is a form of study. The gift you unlocked within yourself is a testament to your devotion.”

Arabess:

Attended the school of Academic Lore and earned the Magic of Destiny trait. You may choose one additional spell per spell level of your choice up to 4th level spells. These selections may not be changed.

A skill taught early to all sorcerers...unleash the arcane power within and make it manifest. But what if this inner power were to be amplified? What if one could expand on what was already there? Through conjuring and focusing all of one’s magic energy it is possible to unlock greater potential. Now, this takes rare discipline and devotion to the arcane but the results are nothing short of astounding.

​”Do it again.” said Miirym in an encouraging tone. Arabess picked herself up from the stone floor, rubbing her backside. As part of the young sorceress’ training regiment, she needed to be taught proper form before unlocking new magic was introduced to the technique. Without proper form, the suppressed arcane energy could backfire, not only sending the caster to the ground, but the pressurized arcane could explode, leaving a far more severe result. 

Arabess went through the motions again to summon the arcane within her. 

​Miirym gazed over Arabess, contemplating the technique before she spoke.

​”Better.” she finally admitted. “You must not be overconfident. Remember your basics and practice them often.” 

This post takes place on the streets of Beregost outside the Esoterica Magica:

It was just a gap between two old terraced houses but, the dark alleyway was a good hiding place. You couldn’t see the far end as it had been blocked off by a large heavy iron gate built many years ago to stop the thieves and misfits of the area from cutting through to the rear of the old houses that lay beyond. Cal found a way round that though, as did most of the thieves and misfits it was meant to stymie. He sat heavily on the cobblestones that paved the ground and began nursing his broken nose. Slightly out of breath, Arabess sat down next to her friend and began to examine the numerous scratches and bruises she had just received for defending Cal once again. She didn’t see him as a trouble seeker; but more of an adventure seeker; but trouble and adventure always seemed to go hand in hand. Regardless, she felt fortunate to have Cal as a friend.

“Stop pouting. It’s only a broken nose. You’ll live.”

“I’m not pouting! It hurts!” Cal whined.

“What was it this time?”

“Card game…with Hammond, Grif, and Darvish.”

“You got into a game with the guys from Bone House? They’re a bunch of privileged scumbags! Why are you getting involved with them?”

“They are privileged scumbags. But with privilege comes money.”

“Yeah! Money you don’t have!”

“I had enough to buy in. I was up the whole time too.  In the last game Grif and Darvish folded. Hammond went all in. I couldn’t match the pot but... remember the map you got me from the Book Printers Cartel?”

“You stupid son-of-a-bitch! You bet the map I got you as a birthday gift?! “

“Hold on Bessie. The map I offered was a fake. But I figured the boneheads from Bone House wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Only they did.”

“No, they actually didn’t. Salem, and all her brutally innocent honesty, happened by and opened her big mouth. Hammy lost his mind and set his goons on me. And those people will-quite literally-take the clothes off your back!”

“You didn’t call him that to his face, did you?”

“Call him what?”

“Hammy?”

“I may have.”

Arabess rolled her eyes in disbelief. “You know he hates that!”

“I slipped! I tried to explain to him that I meant no disrespect.”

“But?”

“But his goons dragged me out into the street anyways. I tried to change their minds, but they wouldn’t listen.”

“And how did you go about doing that?”

“As Darvish and Grif began to rip the shirt off my back I told them that I would eviscerate them in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw would be known to the world. They may leave me naked for a day, but they would be naked for eternity. That’s when Nymiria broke my nose and you happened by.”

“Nymiria broke your nose?!”

“Yeah. She’s got a mean swing that one.”

“I thought it was Jyr?”

“No, it was Nymiria.”

“I knew I should have frozen that bitch!” There was a brief pause in their conversation before a small smile crept onto Arabess’ lips. “I can’t believe you let a girl break your nose.”

“I didn’t let her!”  Cal said exasperated.

Arabess gave Cal a friendly nudge with her elbow and chuckled.

“There is some good news.” Cal offered.

“Oh?”

“During the scuffle I managed to get a hold of Hammy’s trade bar. He had left it on the table before they dragged me out of the tavern.” Cal said as he twirled the bar between his fingers.

Arabess snatched the bar away from Cal. “Half of this is mine. Where’s the map I gave you?”

“Safe and sound in my room. That little gem is our ticket to fortune and glory...once we graduate.”

Westport Manor:

Holly loved cooking. She typically prepared the meals for the magister. This day she was working on a lamb stew.

 “Hand me that jar of spice please Asheara.” 

“Sure.” The blonde haired wizard smiled. “Sure smells good. Where’d you learn to cook like this?”

“Oh I grew up in this kitchen. I always enjoyed the process of it, similar to potion making you know.” She smiled as a fond childhood memory played in her mind.

“What?” Asheara asked, curious about her sudden change in expression.

“Nothing… I was just reminiscing. You know Devon and I would cook together when he lived here at the tower.”

“Really? Devon cooks?”

“Ok well maybe he would just hand me things but we did it together. It was nice. I miss those days.” She sighed. “We were so close then. I always thought...”

“Never you mind, child. I’ve told you time and again. I’d love nothing more than to see you two together but I wouldn’t put much hope in it. Dragon’s live a long time.” Magister Crowley interjected without taking her eyes from her book.

“I guess, magister. But you never know. As long as we keep brewing those potions of longevity you discovered I might actually live to see the day.”

“I can’t argue the logic of it. It’s obvious he still fancies you. It’s not hard to see.” Asheara offered in support of her friend.

Now Crowley did look up. “Don’t encourage her girl. You should know just as well the frustration of fawning over forbidden love.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“The two of you should get out a bit more. Not to insult either of you but you both have been looking a bit thick about the waist lately. Some activity might do you good.” The magister said with raised eyebrows.

“Hey.” They said in unison then turned to face each other and looked themselves over.

Magister Crowley nodded her head before returning to her book.

Asheara leaned in. “You never know. There was that one night…”

Holly shot her a warning look. “I think a bit more salt. Would you mind Ash?”

Asheara rolled her eyes. “Sure here you go.”

……………………………………………………………

Two months later…

Holly stood in front of the full length mirror in her room. She had chosen a green floral dress, one she wore quite frequently but today, for some reason, it seemed rather snug. As she turned to her side she could make out a bump extending from her once flat stomach. “Ok. Maybe lay off the cookies for a bit.” She said to herself.

“You too?” Asheara’s voice came from the doorway. Holly turned to see her friend standing in the entry. The lacing of her long pants were open at her waist pushed apart by a protruding belly.

“We’re not fat.” Holly said defensively.

“I don’t think that’s it.” The blonde wizard smiled.

“No?” Holly tilted her head curiously.

“Have you gotten your... I mean have you...Are you late?”

“Late for…” Holly was deep in thought trying to figure out the cryptic question when understanding struck. “Oh no! It can’t be! Oh gods.” A look of panic spread across her face. “You don’t think? No no no no no. This is bad...”

Asheara stepped in and closed the door. “Why is it bad? Maybe it’s fate. The will of the gods. A blessing even.”

Holly was dumbstruck. 

“Think about it Holly. What do you want more than anything in this world? To be with Devon right? Well this is the perfect opportunity for you. You know he loves you. We both know how love magic works. There has to be something there for the magic to grow. Once he hears you’re bearing his child you know he’ll settle down with you. His sense of honor will make him.”

“I don’t want to make him do anything. If we’re going to be together I want it to be his choice. Not some act of pity because of one reckless night.”

“You think too little of yourself. Devon would happily take your hand. All he needs is a push and a reminder of how much you mean to him. I see the way he still looks at you.”

“Yeah well… What about Jarath? Is that your plan too? Not for anything Asheara, I’ve known him most of my life. So has Keira for that matter. I don’t see him abandoning her because of one night of excess drinking. Now whether or not she puts him out for it is another story but if you think going to him with a child in your belly will cause him to drop to a knee and put a ring on your finger you haven’t been paying attention.”

“He’s a good man. He’ll do the right thing. I know he will.  I knew it the day he laid eyes on me in the City of Brass. It was fate that brought us together then and fate that has given us a child now.” 

“Maybe.” Holly said with great skepticism. “Or maybe he’ll just bear the financial responsibility for you and your child. I don’t think marriage is a lock by any means.”

“I just need time to convince him. Maybe when he finds out he’ll be around more and I’ll get that chance.”

“And maybe Keira won’t hunt you down and murder you. You do know she was once a succubus right? I wouldn’t put anything past her when it comes to Jarath.”

“I guess we’ll see.” Asheara grinned with optimism.

“Well regardless we’re going to have to inform the magister. She is not going to be happy.”

“No I imagine not.” Asheara agreed.

Later that day the two sought out their master.

“Magister Crowley? Do you have a moment to talk?” Holly called into her study. 

“Of course child. Come in.” She saw Asheara standing with her. They were both attired in new dresses that seemed a bit oversized for women who typically wore more form fitting clothing. “You and Asheara both. What’s wrong?”

The two young wizards sat. As they did the loose material of their dresses seemed to cling a bit more closely to their bellies. Crowley looked them over then met their eyes. “What have you two done?”

“It’s a long story magister.” Holly said red with embarrassment.

“It wasn’t our fault.” Asheara added defensively.

Crowley pursed her lips. “How about the short version for a woman on in years, with little patience for prolonged explanations.”

“We’re pregnant magister.” Holly announced.

“That much is obvious. Do you know who the father’s are or have I gone from training wizards to raising harlots?”

“We do magister.” Asheara seemed almost excited.

“Well? Let’s hear it girl. You seem quite eager to say.”

Holly turned her head away in shame.

“Devon and Jarath. Well Devon…” She said pointing to Holly, “...and Jarath.” She announced rubbing her own belly.

The color drained from Magister Crowley’s face. “Is this true girl?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“How? When? Do they know? Who else knows?”

“The night of Gunther’s engagement to the celestial. I think we had a bit too much to drink. It’s all still a bit fuzzy but I remember waking up next to him and knew we had been together. I grabbed my clothes and left before he woke. I’d never known him to be affected so by strong drink and I don’t remember drinking much myself… A glass of punch maybe? Anyway he doesn’t know or likely doesn’t remember because he never spoke of it. We’ve told no one.”

“Would Jarath remember anything Asheara?”

She grinned mischievously. “I would think so.”

“This is no joking matter young lady.”

“You’re right, magister. I’m sorry. I just don’t feel the same as Holly. Why can’t this be a good thing?” 

“Because it’s not.” The old mage said stoically. “Now does Jarath know?”

“I don’t believe he does. I had a similar experience as Holly. I was going to wait for him to wake when she sought me out and scurried me away. They were gone before we had any opportunity to talk and they haven’t been back since” The blonde mage said with some sadness.

“Well at least one of you was thinking.”

“What are we to do magister?” Holly asked.

“Well for one thing, what you won’t be doing is calling on those boys and telling them anything. I forbid it.”

“But why?” Asheara protested.

“There is more at play here than you realize, child. You will trust my judgement.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Furthermore you will sequester in the tower until the children are delivered. I do not want anyone to know of your… conditions.”

“Magister. You’re talking quite possibly remaining hidden for six months or so.” Holly offered

“If Devon could manage to stay inside for all those years as a child you should have less difficulty as an adult.”

“Just because you never caught him doesn’t mean...”

“Excuse me Holly?”

“Ahem, nothing magister.”

“Good. Now I will attend to whatever you two need.”

“Thank you Magister Crowley.” Asheara said appreciatively.

The wizened mage nodded. “Well at least you’ll have each other. I’ll figure this whole thing. Don’t you worry.”

Holly nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Now, now child. I know the circumstances aren’t ideal but if you had to choose a father for your child who would it be?”

Holly smiled weakly and nodded again.

“As I said. I’ll sort all this out for both of you. I promise.”

………………………………………………….

“Oh my gods!!!!” They screamed together.

Unseen servants flew about the common room as Magister Crowley set to the task of delivering two babies at once.

“Calm down girls it’s not so bad.”

“Are you kidding?!” Holly screamed. “It feels like this thing is cutting its way out with a kukri!” She shivered. “And I’m so cold. Why am I so cold.”

“Grrr.” Asheara said, grating her teeth. “I’ll trade you. I feel like I’m birthing a fireball.” She growled. She was sweating and breathing heavy all the while grimacing in pain.

“Ohh. When I get my hands on that Darkstar…”

“RRRR…” Asheara growled. “Isn’t that what got you into this?”

“Oh you shut up!” She fired back. “Ow ow ow. I didn’t hear you telling Jarath no.”

“If I had known it would feel like…Ahhh. Ah. ...this, I damn sure would.”

“Well I’d like to know how the two of you managed not only to conceive on the same day but birth on the same day and at the same time. Let’s not make it easy for an old woman now.”

“SORRY Magister Crowley. I’ll be more considerate next TIME.” Holly snarked

Tears trailed down Asheara’s cheeks. “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts to laugh.”

“There isn’t going to be a next time for either of you. Am I understood?”

“YES.” They both agreed as another sharp wave of contractions struck.

“Oh. Here we go Holly. Deep breath. Looks like you’re going to be first. Makes sense. That boy was always in a hurry to do everything. Why should his son…”

“Son what!” Holly pushed again. “What’s wrong? What about his son?”

“Wahhh. Wahhh.” Came the cry of a baby.

“Not a son child. Congratulations. You have a beautiful baby girl.” 

“Uhh!” Asheara screamed.

“Oh my.” She placed the baby in Holly’s arms and rushed to help her other patient.

Holly looked at the baby. “She’s beautiful.” Holly smiled as she sniffled overwhelmed with emotion. The baby’s eyes lit up with a brilliant blue glow. “Um magister.”

“Not now child. I’m a little busy.” She cradled the head of the baby Asheara was birthing.

One more scream and the baby was free. The young mage was panting, out of breath.

“Now you have a son.” She announced handing the baby to its mother. With a wave of her hand the children, their parents and she herself were cleaned of blood and soil.

“Now what is it. Oh!” She reacted somewhat surprised.

“Her eyes magister. Is she a… I mean will she be?”

The glow faded as the infant girl nuzzled against her mother.

“No. She’s only half Sanguinari. She’d still need to go through their ritual and be embraced to become vampyr. She’s a healthy human girl child. I’d guess her blood is strong with arcane power. The two of you have potent magic in you and always seem to grow stronger together. But it does explain you feeling cold.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess it would.”

She turned toward Asheara and ran her hand gently across her cheek. “How are you feeling child?”

“Ok. Tired. Thank you magister. Isn’t he beautiful?”

“Yes. Yes he is. Have you thought of a name?”

“I’d like to call him Callixtus.

“It’s a good name Asheara. A strong name. Holly? How about you?”

“Arabess magister. I’ve always liked that name.”

“Very well. Now here. Let me swaddle these two. I’ll tend to them while you get some rest. Here drink this. One for each of you. It’ll help you sleep. When you wake I promise you’ll feel right as rain.”

The magister wrapped the newborns in blankets and placed them together in a bassinet. She waited for the potion to take effect and it wasn’t long before both of her wards were deep in restful sleep. She leaned over Asheara. “I’m sorry girl. But this is best for everyone.” The incantation was complex, the magic incredibly strong. She merged her consciousness with Asheara’s and began to alter and erase all memory of the child she had just borne. Then she moved to stand over Holly. A single tear trickled down her cheek. “You were both my children and I know this is a terrible betrayal but the prophecy is far too important to risk. I hope one day, should the time come, you will forgive me. Know that I’ll never forgive myself.” She leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I really am sorry child.” She apologized as she cast the memory charm on Holly as well. She stepped away and composed herself. She stared for a long moment at the two infant children. They were beautiful. Perfect. Magister Crowley looked at the newborn girl. The offspring of who she considered to be her own children. She struggled with what she knew she must do. It wasn’t fair. She began to doubt her own strength to follow through with it. She sighed as she steeled herself and took hold of the bassinet. In a blink she was gone.

………………………………………………..

“Headmaster Izodalf Vosk…” Magister Crowley began. “Thank you for making time for me on such short notice.”

“Nonsense Joan. It’s always a brighter day when you come to call.”

“Thank you Izzy. I was hoping you might do me a favor.”

“Does that favor have anything to do with the bassinet floating behind you my old colleague.”

“Astute as ever I see. Indeed it does. The children there are orphans. A boy and a girl. Their parents made the ultimate sacrifice to preserve the greater good. I would like you to accept them here, to raise and train at the Esoterica Magica.” 

“You’ve taken in orphans before Joan. Why not now?”

“These children are special. They come from powerful blood and I would like to see them receive a proper education.”

“Certainly there can be no better mentor than you Crowley?” 

“Thank you. That’s very kind. But I’ve grown too old and cranky to raise children. My duties now cause me to traverse to places unsuitable for young ones. I would not trust anyone else to care and raise these young ones other than you. It’s truly for the best.”

“I’m not convinced. You appear rather conflicted about this.”

“I am. As I said, these two are dear to me. I’ll provide whatever resources are necessary to see they grow up quite comfortably. Expense is not an issue. I’m also prepared to make a sizable donation to the Esoterica for the good taste that you will keep my involvement in all this quiet. I do not want them to know that I am their benefactor.”

“And the identity of their parents?”

“For their safety I can not say other than to tell you they are born of great heroes. The best I have ever had the privilege to know.”

“That’s high praise Joan.”

“I assure you. It’s watered down.”

“Very well. I’ll foster the children here and see they are properly educated based on their talents and ability. Do they have names?”

“The girl is Arabess… Arabess Ilixkret. You may call the boy Callixtus. Callixtus Firebrand. He has a fireburst looking birthmark on his back.”

“Very well. Anything else?”

“Yes. You can expect that I’ll be checking in on them from time to time. If I find they are ill treated in any way…”

“You’ve my word they will be cared for.”

“Good. Thank you Izodalf. This is very difficult for me.”

“Well if you decide to change your mind…”

“I won’t. I can’t.”

She stood to leave. She paused for a long few moments taking one last look at the children she was about to leave behind. A second tear rolled down her cheek and then she was gone.