Kal let out a long sigh and rubbed her eyes. It was a little difficult, as her claws were long and sharp, compared to a Human’s stubby and short fingernails, but the stinging of strained eyes remained. A dull throbbing was beginning to build in the front of her head, one that couldn’t be explained by her pregnancy. She let out a sigh and tried to refocus herself. Despite her best efforts the papers before her were nothing more than swirling names.

The simple broach Anton had given her as part of her new job lay beside her hand. It was a simple thing, very simple if the Dwarves were asked, but it was more than just a hunk of metal. It meant she, and she alone, was trusted with something very important. A job that she’d never really thought she’d have. Before now her main role was as Anton’s companion, in more than one way, arguably a scout at best, but she never thought she could ever have something as normal as a job.

"But it would be easier if you were actually here." Kal mused as she stood up. The chair creaked against the wooden floor of their home, stopping when it touched their bed. Furs and thick sheets lay in tangled messes, one that she planned to sort out. “Someone on the other side would help.”

Anton, Cetina, Rasha and Longinious had to leave to deal with the Fire Elves, Verona had disappeared somewhere and Mezot was, well, Mezot. That left Kal by herself, which was actually not common these days. As she flattened the furs, trying to rotate and air them out as best she could, her eyes were drawn back to the list. Now it was easier to read but the subject was no less simple.

“How do you trust someone to spy for you?” Kal frowned as she picked at a piece of wolf fur. Many patches were beginning to emerge, though it was still usable. “Without using magic? Money, I suppose. That seems to work for most people.”

Of the list, gathered from the few people she trusted like Marion, she guessed about ten might be willing to help. Of course this would mean actually talking to them, and perhaps inadvertently discovering what they thought of a Half-Breed Beast-kin, but it was a start.

And what happens to those they uncover? Could I keep a straight face when my friends are hauled away to be imprisoned or death?

Kal sighed once again. Surviving in the wilderness wasn’t this difficult or confusing. Sure it was tough, so many times she had just wanted to crawl into a hole and just let go, but this was different.

“Would I need to use Tethra’s powers to ensure…”

A creak stopped Kal, her long ears pricked up and her body halted. It came from Anton’s study, where ostensibly he could work but appeared to be an ever growing depot for Mezot’s studies into Principle and Ancient Magic. Kal folded the last fur rug and walked into the corridor. She did not wear boots, she never did in her home. There was no fear of someone gawking and it felt great to flex her toes. That and now Anton was very similar to her. That thought brought a smile to her face as she peered into the Study Room.

At the desk was a woman wearing a loosely fastened blue and purple shawl and headscarf, curls of short brown hair stuck out from the front while her brown eyes were focused on a sprawling set of papers. She used a very thin dip pen, something bought from Bebbezzar, furiously writing and rewriting. Zuhura had yet to notice Kal’s presence. Her eyes scrunched tight, lips curled back as she placed down the pen and gripped her shoulders tight. Rocking back and forth a single tear ran down her face.

“You okay?” Kal asked.

Zuhura jolted in her seat. She quickly placed her hands into her lap but the tiny signs of pain were still on her face.

“I am fine, Kal.” Zuhura spoke softly and delicately, especially compared to the crass Verona. “I’m still working on the impending Atros economy and my home is a little cold. I trust that I’m not disturbing you?”

“Not at all.” Kal lent against the doorframe. “Just saw that you were almost crying.”

Zuhura tried to hide it but to Kal it was as clear as day. She was in tremendous pain. And she knew how to hide it. Not from a Beast-kin’s eyes.

“I can heal you, if you want." Kal stepped forward. "It'll only take a moment."

"Aren't you trying to limit that during your pregnancy?"

Kal smirked. "I am trying. But Verona's appearing to do the opposite. But it's really easy."

Zuhura gave a weak nod. A significant amount of mana left Kal after completing the prayer. Zuhura was injured but it wasn't that bad. Anton’s recounting of what Rasha put herself through came to mind, and she didn't want Zuhura to go through that.

"So what's causing it? Kal peered at the complex numbers scattered across the papers. "I didn't think you're the type to get into brawls."

"I don't even drink…" Zuhura trailed off.

Kal glanced at Zuhura’s front. Verona, being her normal self, was convinced that Zuhura was one of the most endowed women in Atros, beating Marion, Lerato and even herself. If that wasn’t bad enough she also believed that she didn’t wear anything underneath her bright shawl, boots and gloves excepted. Kal doubted that but she knew Zuhura’s shawl rested on her body in such a way that only added to Verona’s suspicions.

When she leans forward… Poor woman. Must be difficult to stand up for long periods of time. Lerato and Marion have the right clothes at least…

“Zuhura?” Kal sat on the very edge of the table. “This may sound a little intrusive, but…” She cleared her throat, feeling the tiniest tinge of heat rising up her cheeks. “Do you wear anything underneath those clothes?”

Zuhura blinked, her face blank. “Of course I do.”

“I don’t mean it like that.” Kal waved Zuhura’s rising concern. “But, Verona, Rasha, Marion, Ulyaa. They’re all… Quite big. Right?”

“Right.”

“And after a while their shoulders and back get really sore. Like what you just had. Verona had to wear a piece of armor to keep everything in place, Rasha slouched and Lerato was in constant pain.”

“Who’s Lerato?” Zuhura asked, trying to delay the conversation.

“Jonathan’s new partner, one of the Seocurian Refugees. I think that’s why Jonathan went for her, not that she’s a bad person. Anyway, she looked like you did.”

Zuhura sighed, leaning back and tapping the paper. She tugged at her golden hair netting and smiled. “I didn’t think that you’d ask something like that. I was certain that it’d be Verona or Anton that would have said something first. He didn’t say anything during our trip across Frindal.”

“Probably because you were trying to be professional towards someone you didn’t really know and feared could leave you in the desert if they thought you could be a burden.”

“He wouldn’t do that.” Zuhura righted herself, slowly frowning. “Would he?”

“Absolutely not. Not with Cetina to kick his behind if he got out of line. But you are in pain?”

Zuhura sighed. “A little. But I don’t have time to get it fixed. Today was supposed to be the first meeting of the Elected Representatives of Atros. An entire Assembly has been set aside for this. We need this to be done right, with some ceremony for the first meeting, but Anton’s been called away to deal with the Fire Elves-”

“How long until you have to go?”

Zuhura looked out the wooden slat window. “A bit after midday, so I still have a little bit.” She tapped one of the partially covered papers. “These numbers are proving to be quite the nuisance-”

“Perfect then.” Kal grabbed Zuhura’s hand and pulled her up. She did not pull away, rather just confused by what was happening. “I know someone there that’ll give you what you need.”

Kal spun Zuhura around, pushing her forward between her shoulders. “Something that’ll keep you from breaking your back from all that weight.”

“It’s not that bad.” Zuhura protested. Kal continued to push. “Honestly, Kal. I’m fine-”

“Rasha said that too. Then Anton discovered that she was lying and almost killed herself from an infection.”

Zuhura nervously chuckled. “My breasts aren’t going to kill me.”

“No. But you’ll hurt them. And you don’t want them drooping on you. You’re younger than me.”

“...Am I?”

Kal simply laughed as she gave Zuhura’s shoulders a little slap. Zuhura groaned in annoyance but did not try to return to the study and waited by the door, far from happy but patiently holding her hands clasped before her.

Feels nice to be go with someone other than Verona. Don’t have to worry about her grabbing my butt at least. Where is that little silver haired devil anyway?

---[]---

Kal shook the snow from her cloak as she entered the Clothier. Despite the cold outside a wave of warmth washed over her. Zuhura sighed, almost a soft moan, as she no longer had to endure the cold. At first Kal had doubted Frindal could get cold, but Anton assured her that the desert was a land of both extremes. Zuhura clearly had been lucky in that regard.

“So why did you need to come here?” Zuhura asked. Her blue and purple head scarf hanged loosely, as she did not feel comfortable to have it removed in public. “Oh, was it to check up on Lucia?”

“Yes.” Kal stood on the tip of her boots. “Yes. Among other things. I want to know that she’s still doing well.”

At the rear of the room she saw Lucia, chatting with several Humans and Dwarves. The intense concentration was not one she’d seen on her for many, many winters. She did not notice her, but that was the point. She didn’t want Lucia to be hanging off her. Just knowing she was alive and well was more than enough.

“Hello there, Kal.” A wizened woman approached, a faint stoop to her back. “Your Beast-kin friend is doing very well, if you’ve come to inquire about her.”

“Yes. That is one of the reasons.” Kal smiled. “I hope she’s enjoying herself.”

“Give her a few winters and she’ll be teaching us. She has a very good head on her shoulders. And this is…”

“Zuhura.” Kal motioned towards Zuhura, who returned a curt nod. “From Frindal, she is helping us with administration and our economy. I suppose that makes her Atros’s Economist.”

“A more official title than what I currently have.”

“But she needs your help.”

“Does she?” The Seamstress rubbed the colorful shawl between her bony fingers. “This is far more colorful than anything we have. Very beautiful stitching and colors. Except for that red silk your husband is bringing up from underground.”

“Me?” Zuhura raised a brow.

The Seamstress rolled her eyes and slapped Zuhura’s thigh. It let out quite the meaty whack.

“She needs a bra." Kal smirked. "Quite a large and sturdy one at that.”

“It’s not-” Zuhura stopped dead, her face turned scarlet as the Seamstress placed a hand firmly onto her breast. It did not move far before finding resistance.

“I see what you mean.” The Seamstress nodded. She removed her hand before Zuhura’s slap could connect. “That must be quite painful for you.”

Zuhura glared daggers at the woman as she breathed slowly in an attempt to calm herself.

“I… I did not leave Frindal to have this shit happen to me.” Zuhura’s words dripped with venom and anger. “Do not ever do something like that to me again.”

If Zuhura had magic, or even a knife, it would have already cut through the old woman's throat. Kal knew that sort of anger. The Seamstress did not appear bothered, but still nodded. “I understand. This old body doesn’t have such youthful curves and bounce anymore. I must have been overcome with envy and sadness at seeing such a beautiful body hidden away. I apologize. Now, please follow me."

The Seamstress waved them forward, through the clamor of dozens of chatty and gossiping women. It was nearly impossible to follow a conversation; all salacious and untrue rumors. Some were shockingly correct. Kal’s attention was drawn to the ceiling. New pieces of wood had been recently added, long beams that ran along the open areas about a foot from the ceiling. They were attached either side in a sort of hoop, so there was more than enough room for a small child to crawl along them. Or perhaps a giant mouse. The Ratlines were spreading rapidly throughout Atros, keeping the Hamtaro’s safe from the cold snow and from being accidentally stood on. Kal had not heard any Hamtaro complain about the name but it would certainly annoy her.

"But you should do something with it before you grow old and wrinkled like me." The Seamstress chuckled before whispering something to a pair of young women. They giggled and continued working. "Oh, if I was still young I could easily charm that Grand Mage of yours. Having him serving me rather than you two."

I very much doubt that… Wait…

Before Kal could correct her they arrived at a small side room. One of the newly fashioned wooden beams ran above them but it was devoid of anything.

“So, take it off.”

“What?” Zuhura’s patience was beginning to run thin.

“I can’t rightly take the measurements that I need if you’re wearing that beautiful shawl.” The Seamstress shuffled behind Kal and pulled a curtain closed, to provide them with a modicum of privacy. “It’ll fit poorly otherwise and you’ll end up being worthless. Trust me, I’ve made more than enough of these for the women of Atros. They love showing them off.”

Zuhura looked to Kal for help. She had yet to run away, and she clearly wasn’t someone that just went along with things she disliked.

“It won’t take long,” Kal placed a hand onto Zuhura’s shoulder. She did not try and shake it off, though stared at it closely. “Then you won’t have to worry about hiding the pain in your shoulders and back.”

Zuhura grimaced, her lips quivered, then she sighed and dropped her head. “Fine. But please stay, if you could. I’m not entirely sure about this.”

Kal nodded and stood with her back to the small gap. Zuhura sighed once again as she began to remove her shawl and long dress. It was a rather involved affair; Kal doubted the Frindal Nomads had many chances to bathe in the deserts and their clothes were designed to keep the sand and the harsh sun away. Kal did not want to leer, like she knew a certain someone would have, and mostly averted her eyes.

“Oh my.” The Seamstress chuckled. “You poor dear. No wonder you’re in pain.”

“It’s not like I can help it.” Zuhura grumbled. “If I had a choice I’d be born without them.”

Kal looked, and she felt her eyebrows fly up. She wore the undergarments similar to what Cetina had from Frindal, though in her blue-ish purple color, but that wasn’t the issue. Zuhura was a little on the plumper side, not much muscle from a presumably sedentary life like Mezot, but her breasts were clearly a serious issue. Simply put, Verona was correct in guessing Zuhura’s bust, perhaps being uncharacteristically conservative in her estimates. They were slightly larger than Verona’s before her pregnancy, already far too large, and rested high on her chest, tipped with small black nipples standing proud against the cold. She was very beautiful, especially when she was trying to remain calm and act like she wasn’t essentially naked. No wonder Verona was asking about her, not that Kal wasn’t impressed or uninterested.

“And what is this, my dear?” The Seamstress frowned, not as she looked at Zuhura’s breasts, but thick and wide cloth bandages she held in her hands. They were tangled amongst the rest of Zuhura’s clothes. “What are these? Are you wounded?”

Images of Rasha’s infection came to Kal’s mind, as did a sense of worry and dread.

“Because…” Zuhura folded her arms to try and cover herself. “Because I couldn’t get anything big enough. And this was all I could do. No one was going to help me, and I'm better with numbers than this. Whenever I tried to get anything, the women didn’t believe me and tattled to the men. Then I would have to deal with them leering at me-”

“Not here I hope.” Kal said. When Zuhura looked towards her she made sure she looked only at her face. “I know that you’ve had to go through the city streets on your own, and this isn’t Frindal or anywhere like that, but I hope they know how to behave.”

Zuhura chuckled. “I overheard one saying that I was very beautiful, and a rather detailed description of what they would do to me if I shared a bed with them. But they wouldn’t meet my eye. Something about being close to Anton and The Council was frightening for them.”

I doubt they’d actually try anything. There’s a big difference between having fantasies and acting upon them. But there is that chance. Not with me though.

Kal found herself faintly smiling.

Because they’d want to hang me first.

“None of that nonsense happens in here.” The Seamstress dismissively waved her hand as she trundled towards a thin piece of string hanging from the ceiling next to the new wooden beams. “We women have to stick together. But you’re in luck, Lady Zuhura-”

“Lady?”

“You get used to it.” Kal smiled.

“-But I was the one that handles all the clothes for Rasha, Ulyaa, Lerato and even Marion. Among others, of course. Thankfully, I have a few spares lying around. But I need someone with more delicate hands than mine.”

She pulled the string, ringing a small metal bell just to the side of the wooden beam. Kal’s sensitive ears heard faint scratching of wood, almost identical to when she walked barefoot. The noise grew louder as a Hamtaro appeared on the beam. It ran along on all fours, with surprising grace and speed. The Hamtaro gripped onto the string and slid down.

“That bell is exceedingly loud.” Midas complained, planting his two small mouse hands on his hips. “It appears that petitions to have it quietened have gone unheeded.”

“It was very loud.” Kal received a curious look from the large Mouse. “But there’s no chance of you hearing us over all of that noise.”

“True…” Midas folded his arms, tapping his small foot. “So what do you want?”

Midas, the defacto leader of the Hamtaro’s, wore thick wool clothes with small and delicate boots and gloves. Kal wondered how cute her unborn child would be if they wore something similar but held her tongue out of respect.

“I can see that one of you is naked, nearly naked.” Midas ran towards a table, scurrying up the leg so he could stand higher. “So this is another one of those jobs?”

Midas glanced at Kal. “One like yours for her?”

“Maybe a bit stronger.” Kal ran a hand over the strap. “Definitely stronger, but I love this one. Perfect snug fit and it looks great.”

“I see.” Midas sighed. “Not what I imagined I would be doing when I was brought from Frindal. Yet, here we are.”

The Seamstress had Zuhura raise her arms and began her measurements. Zuhura kept her eye on the old woman but she kept her hands away as much as possible.

“You're a military trainer.” Kal rested against the table, Midas eyed her gloves. “Aren’t you? Teaching the soldiers how to fight. Especially since you’re probably one of the most experienced fighters in Atros.”

“That I am.” Midas’s chest swelled with pride. “But with the winter drowning this city in snow they’re spending most of their time inside, which isn’t a bad idea. My kind suffer greatly in the cold. Our bodies are too small. That and my new position.”

Midas’s prideful stance softened slightly. “Whether or not they actually listen to me is a matter for some debate.”

“Position?” Kal raised a brow. She saw Zuhura play with a stray curl of hair.

“Indeed. I have been voted to be the…” Midas rolled his hand, other hand on his sword. “Main Speaker of The Assembly. Or leader. I’m not sure.”

Midas shrugged. “Perhaps they thought it would be funny to have a giant mouse in charge? Whatever. They will learn that I am not one to shy from a challenge. I have killed creatures’ dozens of time my size-”

“Alright.” The Seamstress whistled, smiling as she held three pieces of knotted string. “Seems like a doozy of a job.”

“Please don’t say it like that.” Zuhura’s face was slightly red. “Can I please put something on now?”

“Certainly.” Midas stroked his chin as the Seamstress placed the string along the table.

“You…” Kal clicked her tongue. “Zuhura being naked doesn’t bother you?”

Midas regarded her with some confusion. Zuhura did too, but was more interested in getting warm. She was very obviously quite chilly.

“If you are referring to the aesthetics of Zuhura’s naked form, of a physique and musculature of a motherly disposition, I am more than capable of appreciating it.”

“Please stop.” Zuhura sounded defeated.

“But I was not a Human. That was my parents.” Midas frowned. “But they were very young when they were transformed. Young enough that puberty had yet to affect them. So it would probably mean nothing to them.” He looked at Zuhura. “As it does for me.”

Zuhura blinked. “Do I feel a little annoyed?”

“No.” The Seamstress dismissively waved her hand. “You're just not used to not being stared at.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Zuhura picked up her brightly colored shawl and held it to her chest, throwing Kal a look. Kal had no idea. She’d only been truly desired by one man. And one woman, if she was being truly honest.

“Certainly.” The Seamstress flashed a wicked smile. “But not if it’s someone who you want to notice you. Now, Midas, this lovely young woman needs something beyond what we normally do for young, prospective women.”

“Don’t make it sound like armor.” Kal chuckled. “Unless you’re suggesting-”

“Isn't it?"

"Well," Kal's ears flicked back. "I won't deny it."

Those nightgowns we bought stirred something in Anton, that’s for sure. In all of us, if I’m honest. A lot of fooling around, lots of wandering hands… And they looked cute too. Might be a while before we get them made here though.

“So…”

Midas studied the strings on the table. “Judging by these measurements… Yes. We can use one of Marion’s. A few modifications and it should fit perfectly.”

“I don’t want to steal anyone’s clothes.” Zuhura protested.

“My mother would understand.” Kal said. “Besides, she only had a cheap shirt for most of her life. Another few days isn’t going to hurt.”

“It’s actually one of her spares.” Midas began to climb the thin rope. “One moment. Let me go and find it.”

Midas rapidly ascended the rope and ran along the Ratline to the center of the Clothier. Kal poked her head out to see him descend at the center, to a covered area that she realized housed many Hamtaro’s hard at work. Midas quickly returned with a large pack on his back, descending the string holding onto one arm.

“Our fingers are extremely delicate. So we’re used to embroider everything.”

Zuhura muttered something as she ran her gloved fingers over her shawl. Midas brought out the brassiere; while large it was a simple mixture of red and blue, with large embroidered leaves and flowers to form the rim of each cup. It was remarkably similar to Kal’s current ones, though she had chosen a dark green. And both made Arachnid silk, one of the sturdiest and softest materials they had access to.

“Not too bad.” Midas drew a needle, a spool of thread and a pair of scissors. “I would ask that the both of you give us a few moments to adjust this. Lady Zuhura, I suggest you put your clothes back on, lest you freeze yourself.”

“If you’re going to be a while, I actually have another thing I need to do here.” Kal said. Zuhura finished putting her shawl on while Midas had already begun to work on the bra. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

“Lucia is doing a great job.” The Seamstress murmured through a pin-filled mouth, she frowned in concentration watching Midas begin to cut with small, delicate movements. “But don’t stress her, please.”

“She’s not the one I want to see.”

Kal passed through the curtain. The workers barely acknowledged her presence, a remarkably good feeling, as she walked along the isles. Their work was seemingly without end; large piles of half completed clothes with sheets of fresh Arachnid silk lay on nearly every table. The furious work generated a surprising amount of warmth that Kal almost wanted to remove her cloak.

She found her target at the far end of the Clothier. A young Human man loaded completed clothes onto large racks to keep tidy and ready for distribution. He was unassuming; short brown hair, fair skin and brown eyes, of average height and build. And yet Kal had asked Lucia, as discreetly as she could, about people that would be ideal informants. And this young man appeared to be a good fit for the position.

“Excuse me.” Kal waved to catch the young man’s attention. “Do you have a moment?”

The young man glanced at either side, unsure if he was the one being talked to. He pointed at himself and was still nervous when Kal nodded.

“H-Hello.” He quickly bowed, almost stumbling forward. Kal found it rather endearing. “How can I help… My Lord?”

“I’m not a Lord.” Kal motioned for him to move to the side, where they wouldn’t be so readily eavesdropped. “A Lady would be the correct term-”

“I-”

“And I’m not one either.” Kal leant against the wall, one leg raised to give it a good stretch. She looked down, happy with the bump she saw on her formerly flat stomach. “But you know who I am, correct?”

“Yes.”

“So, Thalis, I know you came from Qaiviel. Not during the first couple of…” Kal smiled. “Shipments, is definitely the wrong word. So I wasn’t there. But how do you feel about Atros?”

“Is… Is this some sort of test?” Thalis was almost stumbling over such simple words. Kal already knew his name, she had to, but stating it without asking put him slightly more on edge. Though looking at the poor boy he was only a few breaths from collapsing.

I'm not the one with the bad reputation. Maybe I should have brought Cetina. Just to stare him down with her one eye.

"I guess you could call it that. But, my question?”

Thalis mulled over his response. “I like it here. Much better than Qaiviel, that’s for sure.” He scratched his cheek. “A lot better food too.”

“And company too, right?”

“I…” His eyes darted about, to those closest. They weren’t close enough to hear, and none were Beast-kin. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Mother, I’ll have to thank you later for entangling yourself in gossip. Never my strong point…

“I know that you’re seeing a cute Beast-kin girl. One of the new Arachnids, I believe.”

Thalis’s ears turned bright red. He looked back and forth, no one was still within earshot.

“I… We met here and just started talking. She’s really nice…” Thalis lightly kicked at the ground. “And we’re going to have dinner together tonight.”

Everything Kal had heard from Marion indicated they were a perfectly normal couple, though unsuccessfully trying to hide it. Not that kissing and fondling in alley entrances was hiding.

“That’s really sweet. You know, my first dinner in Atros was with Verona. Anton wanted me to join everyone for communal dinner, but I was too scared to leave my house. Verona had to come and find me to make sure I got fed.”

Thalis frowned lightly at Kal.

“But there are people out there that don’t want that. Someone like me, and definitely people like you and your Arachnid girlfriend.”

“That’s why we’ve been keeping it a secret.” Thalis almost spoke in a whisper. “A few people have seen us together, and… Well, most mention you and Anton, sorry, Lord Anton.”

He really, really hates that title.

"But a few looked like they wanted to hurt us. After that, I suggested we be more careful when we meet. She didn't like that…"

"I have been given a task." Kal drew attention to her new broach. He frowned, not understanding its significance. "A very important task and position. One with no limits to what I can do. To stop things the people that would try and hurt you for loving you who you love. But we can't be everywhere at once. Anton can throw lightning and fire, you've seen that right?"

Thalis nodded extremely enthusiastically. "Only once. But it was incredible."

"But that," Kal mimicked the fiery explosion. "Can't stop what happened to you. But, you can."

"How?"

"You work in a place where there’s a lot of traffic.” Kal gestured to the busy women. “And with lots of women confined to one place. So that means gossip. Gossip about anything to make the day go faster and provide some entertainment. So…”

“You want me to talk to them?” Thalis’s brows narrowed. “F-Find out what they know?”

“You are smart.” Kal poked his nose. “She’ll like that. But I want you to do more than ask. I want you to listen.”

“What’s the difference?”

Kal almost laughed. “So much. Once, once I was in Graterious, many cycles ago. Struggling to find enough food during the lean winter months. I couldn’t just ask or buy food, so I had to listen, listen to them talking about their stores and how much they had. Then I robbed it. They also blamed each other instead of the vagrant. The point-”

“I understand.” Thalis nodded thoughtfully. “I will keep an ear out for anything.”

“Thank you.” Kal took his hand and gave it a quick pat. It served two purposes; to see if he was repulsed by Beast-kin and to chant a Truth Prayer. “Can I trust you to do as I asked without letting anyone know?”

“Yes. Of course.” Thalis didn’t look worried by his words. The Truth Prayer had worked, and he was none the wiser.

Kal removed her hands. “Excellent. Just keep listening. And not just for anything against Beast-kin. Anything, and I mean anything, that might hurt Atros and its people. Food being stolen, drugs and narcotic plants being sold, even fights between couples. All could be a clue we could need to keep us safe. If you do know anything, head to the Main Hall, and tell… Bernard that you have a message for the Intelligence Service. They’ll pass the message onto me and we’ll go from there. You’ll be paid, obviously, when our economy is working, so you won’t just be doing this for the love of your little Arachnid.”

“She’s not that little. But I will do what I can.”

“Thank you, Thalis.” Kal began to walk back to where Zuhura and Midas were working. “I hope that I don’t actually hear from you.”

Thalis quickly nodded, understanding what she meant. He jumped and returned to folding and storing clothes.

Could that have gone better? What can we give to denote them as an informant? Not a medallion of ring, too easy to steal or impersonate. What to do? Perhaps Longinious will know something. Something from one of Anton’s ‘movies’ will have an idea.

Kal’s thoughts were stopped by a whistle from the Ratlines above, from Midas. He waved while hanging over the edge. There was no string for him to descend, not that he wanted to.

“Lady Kal, I have to leave. There’s something I need to acquire before I depart for the gathering at the Assembly.”

You talk like a nobleman. I suppose you are a Hamtaro noble.

“The Seamstress could have done it herself, but I believe she simply wanted me to do the work. I do work faster than her… Regardless, I must leave. I will see you at The Assembly.”

Midas gave a rough salute and ran along the Ratline and disappeared outside. Kal could only shrug before returning to Zuhura. For the briefest moment the Seamstress shot Kal daggers when she entered, quickly disappearing when she recognized her. Zuhura stood opposite, with her back to Kal. The Seamstress gave her a nod and she relaxed.

“So?” Zuhura raised her arms, swaying back and forth. “What do you think?”

Midas and The Seamstress had worked wonders and Kal was slightly jealous. The blue and red bra fit her perfectly, pushing her already voluminous chest closer and upwards, much to Mezot’s impending annoyance. All of the straps were nearly twice as twice as large and beneath she now wore something akin to a short corset. Without Rasha’s muscular physique it was needed to help distribute the weight.

"It looks beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." Kal nodded appreciatively. "Not that anyone else is going to see it, but I think it looks great."

Zuhura gave a few more shakes of her body. It was quite the alluring sight. Especially with her innocent, happy expression. Once Zuhura was satisfied she put her normal clothes back on, with another little wiggle and bounce to adjust everything. When she was fully dressed there was almost no difference except that she stood straighter and more confident. The tiny creases next to her eyes were gone and the tiny twitch in the corner of her lips were gone too.

“Thank you, Kal." Zuhura gave her front another rubdown. She clearly liked how it felt now. "I don't think I would have done this of my own volition. I'm certain I'd have just endured until-"

"Your back gave out, then you'd have to explain to someone like Anton why you'd let it get this bad. And then he’d be pissed and you’ll have to make up some huge apology. Right?"

Zuhura scratched her hair, then refastened her golden netting over short curly brown hair.

"Not a good look for me, right?" Zuhura cleared her throat. "How much do I owe you?"

"Me?" The Seamstress shrugged. "Nothing. Just don't waste your whole life with numbers and making this city's work. Promise me that and I'll be fine."

"I…" Zuhura glanced at Kal. "But that's what I'm best at."

"Well, definitely go with Anton wherever he goes next. Tell me some stories. I can't leave this city, so that’s the only way I can learn about the outside world. Oh, and don’t get like her so quickly.” She pointed at Kal. “You’ll end up with a swollen belly if you let him get too close to you.”

“He’s not like that.” Kal patted and held Zuhura’s shoulder. “He knows how to behave and is a kind gentleman, especially to people like us.”

The Seamstress nodded. “I remember when you arrived. All skin and bone. Now look at you.” She smiled. “Didn’t think you’d last long, yet here you are. It’s good to be wrong.”

Kal had heard this said many times. Though it was just some empty words, it felt nice to know people were changing their minds.

“We’ve spent enough time here.” Kal pulled Zuhura towards the exit. “We have the first meeting of The Assembly today.”

“You think that’s going to work?” The Seamstress raised a withered brow. “Well, maybe it’ll work. What’s the harm in trying? Go. Both of you. Just don’t get too cold out there. And please remember to visit if you need anything more done. We’re always happy to try something new.”

Kal and Zuhura gave a final wave before heading to the exit. Lucia was busy with her work so Kal allowed her to be. Pulling her cloak tight, and making sure Zuhura’s was fastened correctly.

“Did you get what you wanted?” Zuhura grimaced as the cold wind whipped at her face.

“I believe so.” Kal smiled, shielding her own face against the snow. “There’s nothing like love to spur you into spying on your colleagues.”

Zuhura said nothing and followed Kal into the snow.

---[]---

The Assembly was as crowded as Kal feared. Little more than a refurbished barn, it contained two twin sets of wooden seats running along both sides with a raised lectern at the far end. Humans, Beastkin, Dwarves and Dark Elves mulled about unsure of what to do or where to go. Kal saw the Dark Elves had gathered together, giving Calo and Sheso a wave when they saw one another.

"This is what I was afraid of." Zuhura muttered. She remained standing upright, thanks to her new support. "Half of those here have absolutely no idea what's happening. And some just look happy to be taking some time off work."

Zuhura was not wrong. Mostly it was Humans and Beast-kin, only a few but noticeable.

"We'll just have to make do.” Kal said. “They know what they were told this would be… Oh dear. This would be so much easier with Anton.”

Zuhura threw her a quizzical glance.

Kal nodded to the lectern. “He could just stand there, do a little Lightning Magic, shout a little bit, and everyone would be instantly quiet. Not like if I went up there and yelled. My voice doesn’t carry that far.”

“That would be nice…”

“You daydreaming?” A deep, familiar voice came from behind.

Verona. She wore a smug smile on her face, a large sack over one shoulder and Midas standing on the other.

“Oh. I found Midas waiting outside the Forge. Turns out the Rat-Lines haven’t been finished there yet. Poor little thing was going to freeze if he stayed in the snow much longer.”

Midas folded his thin arms. His small feet gripped hard onto Verona’s shoulder. “Such a dishonorable name. If I had known that would be its name I would have never agreed to anything."

“But it’s kind of true.” Verona placed the sack down, it appeared to contain something metallic, then put Midas down. “You’re killing my shoulder, by the way. But you are kind of a big rat.”

“Mouse, actually. But I had only just arrived. There was no need to be so concerned about my well-being. Though I appreciate it all the same.” Midas threw his pointed, mousy nose upwards, twitching as he inhaled the scents. “This place reeks of unwash and alcohol. Let's get this over with. I have work to get back to."

Kal was tempted to comment on his embroidery skills but, for Zuhura’s sake, she dropped it. Verona's smirk told her that she already knew everything. And she wanted to see it for herself.

The four walked towards the lectern, several of the gathered moved to their seats and grew quiet. Most did not. Kal was a little frustrated knowing they were probably waiting for Anton.

It's not that bad, just that usually he does all the talking. Him and Verona. And sometimes Cetina. I wonder if these people would keep acting this way if they knew I could have them arrested?

With the devilish thought still in her head Verona helped Midas to the lectern. A few at the front noticed but found it more humorous than serious.

Midas planted his hands on his hips, spread his legs for balance and took a deep breath. "Listen up, everyone!"

Kal mentally winced at how few people listened to Midas. His voice was just too soft, certainly not lacking in a sense of authority. Verona loudly cleared her throat.

“Everyone! Shut up!” Verona’s voice cracked near the end but the effect was immediate. She even held up her hand, exposing the red tattoos that covered almost half of her body. “That’s better.”

Everyone quickly found their seats. Kal spied Calo and Sheso looking rather unimpressed with everyone’s behavior. Verona wanted to continue speaking but stepped back for Midas, the Hamtaro remained in his previous stance, now a small hand resting on his small, thin sword.

“Thank you, Verona.” Midas gave her a curt nod. “I see that we have a long way to go in instilling discipline in both this city's military and bureaucracy.”

“He’s really going for it.” Kal mused to Verona, now standing by her side. “I don't think Anton would be so nice. Or just say nothing."

Verona nodded. "Probably what they need to hear."

"I've been told that our Grand Mage Anton is currently busy below us, so we will start without him." Midas cleared his throat. "So…"

Despite his confidence Midas did not know how or where to go from here. Kal looked at Verona, who was content to hang back, as she probably didn't know either, and Zuhura was taking notes.

Guess that leaves me.

Kal mentally sighed but didn't let it show.

Midas stepped to one side, Kal held the other side of the lectern so he didn't tumble.

"Hello." Kal felt her smile waver, her gloved hand gripping the lectern tight. "I know you were all expecting someone like Anton to start this, as he promised, but there are serious issues down below with the Fire Elves.”

Kal wanted him by her side, Verona clearly did as well. Midas showed a small bag that rested on the table, full of small purple gold trimmed medallions, badges really, attached to thin ribbons of green cloth long enough to wrap around an arm. Now she knew why he had to leave the Clothier.

“But there is something that needs to be done right away. Something to show that you are Elected Representatives of The Assembly.”

Midas allowed the bag to fall over and the badges spilled out. Immediately everyone was curious, trying to get a look at the small badges. Verona used her powers to pick up and pass the badges out. Without a word they were fastened to their left arms. Verona gave Kal a quick wink, momentarily ceasing the red light that emanated from her eyes.

Just a pleasant reminder that she can kill everyone in this room without even moving a finger.

“We have your names on record.” Zuhura announced. “But please keep these safe and secure. Thank you.”

Some of the Representatives tugged at the ribbons to make them more comfortable. Midas wore his around his neck. It almost looked like a scarf, quite a dashing look for the mouse.

“We're here to work out any problems that Atros is facing.” Kal continued. “So if anyone has any thoughts, please stand and speak them now. That's what this whole gathering is about."

Midas gave a curt nod as Kal stepped back. Verona gave her hand a quick squeeze followed by a wink. At the very least she thought it was the right thing to say.

Faint murmuring filled the air. A male Beastkin raised his hand and stood up.

"Umm, I guess I will speak first. As we were instructed by Lady Zuhura-"

"I'm hardly nobility." Zuhura muttered to Kal.

"-I have asked everyone in my area if there are any issues. I-I have written a list of what they said."

As he fumbled for the paper Kal heard somebody scoff. Who she couldn't tell but she had her suspicions.

"It's not that important, considering…" He looked at everyone still seated, his tail fell at being the center of attention. "What it was like. But there are some concerns about the food. The most important thing."

"Food?" Midas asked.

The Beast-kin nodded. "Yes. The amount we are receiving is quite small and the variety poor. Mostly potatoes, wheat for bread, that we have to grind and bake ourselves and some salted meat. We're lacking vegetables, the green leafed type we could grow in Seocuria, and a lot of us are feeling rundown and tired. Some are starting to get sick and having trouble feeding our babies."

The Beastkin took a breath, Kal quickly enhanced her vision. His eyes were slightly more yellow, tongue pale as were his gums, flecked with tiny specks of blood amongst his saliva. She had suffered such maladies during her time in the wild. Anton called it malnutrition, leading to something terrible called scurvy.

"It's becoming extremely difficult to do all the work we have been assigned. Even though I've been told that Winter is easier. Because of all the snow."

“We’re all working hard here.” A different voice began. “There’s only so much in this city. So we have to do with what we have.”

The voice came from the rear, amongst the Dark Elves. Kal spied Calo and Sheso moving their clan members back. It was a middle aged man, at least for the youthful Dark Elves, with a bright red tassel that Kal did not recognize. She caught the Twin’s attention and they silently mouthed he wasn’t one of theirs.

So go for it, is what they’re saying.

“Indeed.” Midas nodded thoughtfully. “I have been told that food will be difficult during Winter and Spring. But I’ve never heard of an entire section being without the proper variety of food. Even we Hamtaro’s suffer on just seeds. Um… Lady Zuhura?”

She softly sighed, but did not let it show. “Yes?”

“As you are taking notes for the first Assembly, can we please investigate where the food that should be going to their section? It seems like it’s being lost.” Midas turned back to the crowd. “Or perhaps there are more nefarious reasons why it’s going missing.”

“Or stolen.” Verona said loudly.

“You can’t be serious.” The Dark Elf shot up from his seat.

Kal sighed. It was the worst possible thing he could have done.

Now everyone’s going to think it’s you.

“We get our food, same as everyone else-”

“Then you won’t have a problem with a cursory investigation.” Midas proclaimed. “Will you? In fact, your actions now are very suspicious. Dark Elves have a rather sordid history and stereotype as pirates. And I have been informed the rivalries between your Clans are pervasive and deep. Certainly lowly Beast-kin would count as another Clan. We’ll have to get the name and interrogate your Clan to determine the truth of the matter.”

The Dark Elf nervously looked around. There were a pair of Human guards posted at the door, but there were other exits if one was desperate. Kal did not take that chance. She signaled for Calo and Sheso to apprehend him, the same to the pair of guards. The guards took a moment but drew their weapons and advanced on the Dark Elf. He managed a single step back before Calo held the tip of a short sword to the back of his neck.

“Don’t move.” She said, Sheso removed his weapons, two small daggers, one of which had been unfastened. “We’ve killed dozens of Seocurian Slavers over the past few days. What’s one more?”

“I’m not one of them.” He weakly laughed. “And you wouldn’t harm me. I represent -”

Kal sighed, walked to the man and cast a Truth Prayer upon him. After a few quick questions the truth was revealed, despite his protests and thrashings. Food for both their Clan and the Beast-kin traveled along the same route. The Humans delivering the goods had been bribed with alcohol and private dances, since they lacked the ability to spend money. While the Beast-kin was livid the other Dark Elves were utterly unconcerned. The Dwarves, sitting upon the other side, muttered amongst themselves about the poor state of cooperation within Atros.

Not poor. Just simple corruption. Something to be rooted out.

“Zuhura?” Kal resumed her place behind Midas, the Dark Elf had his hands in shackles and led outside. “Make sure their Clan is suitably punished. Heavy patrols, and their supplies cut appropriately. It will be sent to those they stole from for the next twenty days.”

The Beast-kin, still standing, gave Kal a deep nod and retook his seat. His breaths were heavy but he was happy.

“Collective punishment?” Zuhura still scratched words onto the paper. “Are we sure that’s a good idea?”

Kal knew it wasn’t the best idea, but the Seocurian’s had learned the easiest way to control and punish the Beast-kin was to have them fight and hate one another.

I’m already devolving into that ‘realpolitik’ thing. Didn’t take long, did it?

“It will serve as a message. They’ll be watching each other, and blaming the right people, so long as we tell them loud and clear.”

So no poisoned words get around.

“And have the Human’s involved whipped. A good number, so they don’t forget.”

Some murmured about the harshness. It was a lot softer than Anton’s decree of losing a hand for theft. That alone would make her seem merciful.

“Next on the agenda?” Midas asked. “One a little more simple and less fraught with danger and criminality?”

The Dwarves chuckled behind their ornate, well-trimmed beards. They were present more as a formality. Their Hold continued to develop fast and without incident. If one ignored the Giant Insects that were just waiting to burst through again. If they survived Kal’s smoke stone.

“Nothing for us, young lady.” A Dwarf woman said. Dwarves lived for about four to five hundred cycles, which would make Kal very young. “We Dwarves are perfectly fine and safe.” She looked around the room, rubbing her stomach. “Shame those flaming Elves can’t be here. Otherwise, we’re doing just fine.”

“That is fantastic news.” Midas said. “But do not feel the need to embellish your situation. Otherwise we may learn too late of an impending catastrophe.”

The Dwarf hesitated but gave a single, deep nod.

Murmuring filled the Assembly. Verona stepped beside Kal.

“Incredibly job. You’ve already put one man into prison.”

Kal faintly smiled. “Wasn’t on my plan. And yet this was something that none of us knew about. How long before there was an outbreak of disease, and we’d have to spend days to fix it, only to discover they weren’t getting their greens?”

“Yeah… So that makes this a good thing then.” Verona’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. Looks like there’s another one.”

This time a Human stood up, tall and lanky, clearly from Qaiviel and quite recently at that. “Our houses are quite small and crowded, but we can see many more being built, so we understand. We live on the southern side. We’re concerned with how dangerous the lands beyond are. And how vulnerable our homes are.”

He took a deep breath. “It seems to us that we’re being used as a shield, against the Goblins and other creatures, that we’re the first to die so other lesser races can live-”

Angry Beast-kin shouted him down, immediately he was supported by his fellow Humans. Both Dark Elves and Dwarves were more than content to watch the drama play out.

“Shit.” Kal swore through gritted teeth. “So fucking quick to turn on each other.”

Objects were yet to be thrown but it was only a few heartbeats away.

“I wish I had lightning right now.” Kal mumbled.

Midas stomped his little feet. They were barely a patter amongst the angry shouts. He drew his small sword but allowed it to slowly drop knowing he could do little to stop it. Kal’s eyes darted about to land on a short, stray piece of wood behind Zuhura. She pushed Midas to one side and slammed the wood down. The sudden crack stopped everyone, the Dwarves sprung up, albeit shorter than a standing person, and the Dark Elves continued to watch on with mild amusement.

“Shut up! All of you!” Kal growled, the hair on her limbs stood upright and she bared her teeth in a snarl. All of it involuntary, mostly.

“I-”

Kal pointed the wood at the Human. “Sit down you mongrel!”

The Human was utterly stunned, his mouth flapping up and down.

“Sit! Down!” Kal yelled again. “All of you! I don’t care who started it, but you will be seated! All of you!”

This time he did as he was bid. Kal only then realized her tail had poked free from her cloak, now hanging near her head with all three fain ends on display.

I’ve been angrier, yet I’ve never done that… So much stress can’t be good for the baby.

She even saw Verona’s eyes starting to glow red.

Once she had calmed and the room was silent once again she continued. “Humans and Beast-kin both live at the southern edge of Atros. So both of you shut your damned trap. Or I’ll make sure that you are moved a mile further south. Understood?”

The two who had started the row nodded. A Dwarf chuckled, folding his stocky arms.

“Midas? Can you please continue?”

“Of course.” Midas returned to the center, placing a foot on the piece of wood. “Regardless, your concerns are warranted. I have been told to the south lies Surdon, a veritable bastion of the Goblin menace, not that I have had much to do with the derelict little creatures.”

They’re said to be everywhere. Anton never mentioned seeing any in Frindal. Perhaps the other creatures feast on them? Can’t imagine those little monsters surviving against the scorpions and the ferocity of the desert heat.

“But there are Scout Towers surrounding Atros, with bound magical creatures that will attack any monster within range.” Midas folded his arms. “More than sufficient to alert the city to potential attacks.”

“I suppose. I suppose that is true.” The Human shuffled uncomfortably.

“The southern walls can be upgraded even further.” Zuhura said loudly. “Perhaps an extra layer of wood to raise the height.” Zuhura scratched a note. “Given Atros’s current status, that is probably the best we can do.”

“I… Thank you.” The Human looked bitterly across to the Beast-kin. “Perhaps I was a little overzealous?”

“A little?” The Beast-kin snipped.

Kal shot him a glare, and the Beast-kin became quiet once again.

“Perhaps there is another solution.” A different Beast-kin raised his leathery hand. He was some type of lizard, so the simple fact he braved the cold was a testament to his determination. “Other than the Guards and Police, no one has any weapons. If we could start carrying them, real steel weapons, we could defend ourselves at all times.”

He folded his arms. “The Dark Elves and Dwarves carry them. So why not us?”

Was anyone ever forbidden from carrying weapons?

“I too carry a blade.” Midas said to Kal. “But I have never felt the urge to strike someone down. But the risk is present for those less disciplined than myself.”

It was an interesting proposition. While it would increase the possible readiness of Atros to repel attackers, it could also inflame potential tensions. Rather, it would shorten the impulse to enact violence drastically, rather than thinking about the consequences when trying to locate a suitable weapon and find their target. Verona and Zuhura looked slightly against the idea but it wasn’t up to them.

“We’ll put it to a vote.” Kal announced. “But I think it should be limited to those that can be trusted. Certainly not to anyone that has shown a disregard for this city and its people.”

“Certainly prohibits that Dark Elf and his clan.” Verona folded her arms. “They’re certainly going to want revenge,” She ran a hand backwards through her hair. “Hopefully it won't be that bad.”

The gathered representatives murmured amongst themselves for a while. Eventually Midas called the vote, and it passed by a narrow margin. The Dwarves and Dark Elves unanimously voted in favor, even Calo and Sheso, while the Humans and Beast-kin were split. Zuhura grumbled something as she noted the passed vote.

“Seems we need to be careful.” Verona murmured to Kal. “If everyone starts voting along their race or Clan…”

“We’ll ensure the votes are anonymous in the future.” Zuhura noted. “That way there can be no pressure to vote a certain way.”

“Excellent idea.” Midas nodded. “Such a thing should be implemented in all future endeavors, even for The Council.”

“Very well.” Midas lifted the piece of wood, dropping it with a loud clack. “The… Um, Zuhura?”

Zuhura leant forward, holding an arm across her chest. “The motion, I believe you should call it.”

“The motion is passed.” Midas nodded. “Weapons can now be carried by those that are trusted by The Council of Atros, for the purposes of self-defense. Any weapons used to threaten another will be treated extremely harshly.”

Everyone gathered appeared satisfied by the arrangement. One that Kal knew would not always be the case. Nevertheless, she was satisfied by the results. The first motion had passed, a good omen for the future.

“I actually have something else.” A different Human said. “Nothing serious.”

Kal kept her face flat but sighed inside. It was certainly going to be a while before everything was sorted.

—[]---

Kal felt the fatigue finally wash over her as The Assembly has finally been called to a close. The other topics were very insignificant in the larger scope but it was important to see them concluded. Verona had started to yawn by the end so it was a good place to stop. Zuhura folded up her notes as someone entered against the flow of people leaving. Her heart swelled as she saw Anton. He brushed away snow from his cloak, looking rather bemused as everyone passed by.

"Thought I would surprise you all." He said. "But it looks like everything's wrapped up nicely."

He scooped up Verona and gave her a kiss. Kal felt her tail swaying as she waited for her turn. She did not have to wait long before she felt his tongue against hers. Ever since his second transformation he had become far more aggressive in his contact, and it was wrong to say she disliked any of it. When she parted, feeling the tiniest string of saliva break and drop against her lip, she heard a faint squeak-like noise. It wasn't Midas, who looked over his shoulder, but Zuhura, staring at them with a slightly concerned expression.

"Sorry, Zuhura." Anton scratched the back of his head. "Got a little carried away there."

"I was just a bit surprised with both…" Zuhura trailed off. "Especially so brazenly. It would never work in Frindal."

Verona laughed. "Well let's be glad we aren't there then."

"No concern for my potential discomfort." Midas raised a mousy brow. "So, thank you."

"What a nice little badge." Anton pointed to the ribbon around his cloak. "It suits you."

"My thanks. I'm sure the other Hamtaros will talk about it to no end."

Kal had not kept completely appraised of the Hamtaros but there were encouraging signs that many were falling pregnant.

What a busy man.

"All's well down below?” Kal gently rubbed his arm. Even without him answering she knew it was anything but. The small flecks of dried blood in his hair, and the fact it was wet beyond what snowmelt could, only added to her growing concern.

“Not great.” Anton admitted. Kal wanted nothing more than to bring his head into her chest and gently stroke his back, and she would if only Verona was present. “Not great at all. Got hit in the head by a rock, so Cetina and Rasha are still fretting over me. Longinious probably wanted to kill anyone that even looked at us.”

He nodded outside. Rasha’s armored leg came into view, as did the end of Longinious’s tail, swaying in an invisible stream.

"And I knew I definitely shouldn’t keep it from either of you.”

“And are they dead?” Verona folded her arms, the red tattoos flickered bright. “They’d better be if they’re dumb enough to draw blood.”

“They are. And a few more besides. Oh, and we’re planning a coup of both the Rebels and the Royalty.”

Kal and Verona sighed simultaneously. Zuhura raised her brows.

“I’m sure there’s a good reason for that.” Verona shook her head. Her sigh quickly turned back to a smile. “I know there’s a good reason. Right?”

“Certainly easier.” Anton said.

Kal wrapped her arm around Anton’s. “Tell us over lunch. My stomach’s rumbling already. Stressed enough from having to deal with this clusterfuck of a meeting.”

“A bit of shouting and you did get them all in line!” Verona slapped her back. “Nothing to complain about there.”

Anton was worried. Kal tried to calm him. “So… How long before this thing kicks off?”

“About three days Bilaal said.”

“Bilaal?” Kal scratched her cheek. “He was the older man, correct?”

“Turns out he was the one who slipped you the note.”

“Ah. Well, that makes some sense. And it’s about two more days before the Lamia’s arrive at their destination. So…?”

“Two whole days to relax. Can you actually believe it?” Anton gave Kal and Verona’s waists a quick squeeze. “Almost what I promised myself in the first place. But lunch first… Zuhura? Will you be joining us? I think we need to discuss how to try and reorganize an entire civilization.”

“I’m not a miracle worker.” Zuhura almost smiled. “I’m good with numbers and economic policy. That’s about it.”

“And some very good rose tea.” Verona quietly added.

“But please join us. I need as many smart and intelligent people to guide me.”

“And still nothing for me.” Midas said softly. He smiled and shook his head. “I shall see you all later, and bid you good day. Thank you, Verona, for assisting me through the snow.”

“My pleasure.” Verona winked at Midas. “When your first kids are born make sure you visit us. I want to see what they look like. Will they have your coat?”

Midas scurried away without answering and darted through the open door. Kal hoped he could safely reach a Ratline and back home.

“Another couple of days of relaxing before everything goes wrong again.” Anton pulled them towards the door, motioning with his head for Zuhura to follow. “Maybe it’ll actually happen this time.”

Kal placed her head on his shoulder as they returned to the snow. Though he could no longer feel the cold or warmth she knew he could feel hers. Cetina and Rasha’s smiling face greeted her, both wrapped up to fight the cold. Longinious retained her normal demeanor but that in its own way was reassuring. Kal silently exhaled deeply. It would be nice to wake up in the same bed as her husband and fellow wives without having to worry about where he would be darting off to. She prayed to Tethra, with all her might, that it would actually happen. Just a few days would be wonderful. And she would make sure it did.