<h4>Book 3: Chapter 30: Unexpected Meeting</h4>
The te of cakes and other confectionsy on the table, forgotten.
Which was how I could tell <i>exactly</i> how much our news had flummoxed Opal.
We were currently sitting in her study, which looked identical to most other dwarven studies. A pair offortable couches, a beer table, a work desk, a wall of books, a firece with exactly two candlesticks, and an unadorned wall with exactly <i>one</i> painting of some greybeard on it.
Opal was dressed in dwarven formalcasual, a floor length white gown/hauberk with a leather belt and fancy silver bracers and pauldrons. Her white goatee was well trimmed around her soft features, and offset therge golden bangles she wore on each ear. She was the very picture of a dignified dwarven matron.
Urist had delivered us to her by a winding route through the mansion, and then bowed out to bring snacks. Wed chatted with Opal about the state of the tavern and Brans salty cooking, then moved into the reason for our visit.
She sat silently during my description of Lucky Jeans book and treasure before she asked her first question.
Pete, how confident are you of this?
Very. It was all quite convincing, but Ill ask Richter ta go to City Hall and ess the public record of tha Herders, just in case.
Good, thats what I would have told you to do. You realize that <i>even if</i> this treasure hasnt been found yet, it probably wont be as impressive as youre expecting? Since it''s for a random future Chosen, it will most likely be something universally useful, like gold, or jewels.
What''s wrong with gold or jewels? Golds gold! Bran and I said in unison.
Opal sighed. You know what I mean. Any seriously enchanted items probably wouldve been found by a routine sweep within Whitewall. Security there is incredibly tight, especially for a ce like the Lyceum. I cant even begin to imagine how youll get ess to it without someone spotting you. Its a <i>terrible</i> hiding ce!
I shrugged. Thats why we came to <i>you</i>.
Opal frowned. I dont know what you think <i>Id</i> be able to do. Even my family isnt powerful enough to be residenced in Whitewall. I have <i>ess</i> to it, certainly, and I can take you to the Lyceum, but if you want to book it or spend any serious time staking it out, I cant really help you.
Ach, ggit. I rubbed the back of my neck. At least wed be able to scout the ce out, and maybe something woulde up.
Opal hesitated, then began haltingly. Actually I may have someone that can get you ess. Shes a family friend, of sorts. She may even be able to get you unfettered ess to the Lyceum, but I dont know what shed want in return, or if shed do it without knowing whats going on.
I indicated for Opal to continue, and after a dry gulp, she did.
I think you met her once in Minnova already, at the Thirsty Goat. Her names Tourmaline, do you remember her?
The image that popped into my head was of silver curls, a severe expression, and piercing umber eyes. A brilliant and beautiful [Toxicologist] with a sarcastic streak and a cutting sense of humour. It was <i>also</i> one of the names Barck had given me for his handpickedpanions. Since those handpicked souls included Bran, Annie, and Whistlemop, I was predisposed to give her the benefit of the doubt. I knew Tourmalines family was from Crack, that her grandfather was influential, and Prophet Barnes was her Uncle.
The shoe dropped.
Prophet <i>BARNES</i>! <i>As influential as the ckbeards, Barnes! </i>
I jumped to my feet. Opal, thats <i>perfect</i>! Praise be ta Barck and Midna! Do you really think shed see us?
She, ah, mentioned in passing that shes mildly interested in meeting you again. It seems you left a good impression thest time you met. Things are a bit vtile in the Capital right now though, so it might not
But she <i>can</i>! I interrupted.
Opal nodded. If she cant do it, nobody can. Her grandfather is the Duke of the West, His Eminence Joshua Barnes.
I twitched. Joshua had been the name of the lion-maned fellow whode to the pub with Prophet Barnes that one time. That boisterous jokester had been a <i>Duke</i>!? Ah, shit, it was quite possible, if not likely, that between their status and connection to Prophet Barnes that the Barnes n would guess I was a Chosen Catalyst.
But treasure, and they technically already knew us anyway. And Barck <i>had </i>vouched for Tourmaline, assuming she was the same person. Id just need to step carefully and read any contracts a hundred times.
Please can ya ask her to see us, Opal? I said, finally.
Im really not sure
I clenched my fingers together and begged like my soul depended on it. Please, please, <i>please</i>?
Let me think for a moment! Agh! What are you, a bearded child!?
If thats what it takes! PLEAAASE!?
Opal pulled back as I got down on my knees and begged harder. After a tick Bran did the same, though with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Please, please, please! I whimpered, edging forward.
Please, please, please! Bran huffed.
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With a defeated sigh, Opal gave her assent. Fine! But on <i>one condition</i>! You do it here, and and bring Annie with you when youe. Ill have Butler Mcbuttle meet you at ckwalls south gate; Brans pass wont be enough.
Huh? Why Annie?
Because because itll be less intimidating if theres moredies around. Opal hedged. And I want to introduce them. Ill askter this week and send word when I hear back.
Bran and I shared confused nces. Dwarfesses had never struck me as having maidenly modesty, but eh, whatever! The princess wanted moredies at the party, the princess got moredies.
We made smalltalk for another hour or so, and then I begged leave to go to my next appointment in Redwall.
I separated with Bran at the gate and made my own way to the inn that Berry had rented out for her entourage. Shed moved from the inn wed stayed at the first night to a more centrally located set of digs near both the Academy and the event grounds shed rented for her stage. She had some kind of sweetheart deal where the city got the use of her fancy traveling stage wagon, and she got to park it on city property.
The inn was called <i>Wagonwheels</i> and it was a fairly standard gnomish establishment. A lot of wood and ss, with doors that were just a bit too short and a totalck of beer. Metal tea-boxes lined the walls, and they even had a fancy espresso machine.
I was greeted by Amethyst at the door. The purple haired gnomess gave me a once over and raised an eyebrow. Hello Pete. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
Ah, I just wanted to talk to Berry. Somethingse up that I really think she needs to know about.
"Berrys busy right now. Amethyst pointed down, indicating the basement.
"It''s important. And kind of her ears only." I couldnt outright tell Amethyst to pass on my information, unfortunately. While all the people at the Thirsty Goat knew what I was, and Id kind of spilled the beans on Berry, I didnt actually know how much Berrys people knew.
Amethyst looked me up and down, then sighed. Her meeting shouldst for another twenty minutes or so, and then shell being up for lunch. She has some professors from Archis Academyingter this evening, so she wont have much time.
Thats fine. I donnae think it''ll take long.
Good. Is it about our coboration? Weve been mostly pitching Copperpots gnomish beers. I wouldve thought youd want to start getting Berry to pitch your Liquid Gold again. Her shows are bing quite popr with the professional wrestling crowd. And I think Copperpot has sold more beer to Kinshasas gnomes in the past month than everyone else in the entire history of Crack. Amethyst practically preened with pride at Berrys, and by extension her, sess.
Eh, aye, I could see that. Its <i>kind of</i> about our cob, but itll be her ears only until she decides what to do with it.
And they definitely were doing well, if my Gnomish Influencer Quest was any indication.
<strong>Quest: Gnomish Influencer Part 7/10!</strong><strong></strong>
<strong></strong><i>The gnomes need your help. Influence 1,000,000 gnomes with your otherworldly alcohol knowledge.</i><i></i>
<i> Gnomes influenced: 145,000/1,000,000</i>
<i>Rewards: Karmic Reversal x 1</i>
It wasnt ramping up quite as quickly as my Dwarven Influencer quest, and likely wouldnt until we started shipping beer to the more gnomishly popted Eastern Crack. It was still nice to see the number going up with next to no work on my end. Delegation FTW as my daughter always used to say!
I took a seat by the firece and ordered a coffee. The waitress a redheaded young gnomess in the most stereotypical tavern maid dress Id ever seen seemed shocked that a dwarf was ordering coffee, but brought it over with a smile.
Berry eventually emerged from the basement with shock of shocks!!! an actual elf! He was the tallest elf Id ever seen, though still smaller than an average human, and he was dressed to the nines in red dress robes and a silken tunic and vest. His crimson hair was done up in a high pony-tail with long bangs that framed his face. The ensemble screamed money and really made his green skin <i>pop</i>. He had a roughly human shape, though he was a bit toonky and sharp-edged to pass for one. And a bit too short, of course. Honestly, he was pretty bang on the money for what Id always assumed a fantasy elf would look like.
I admit I goggle-eyed as the two of them shared an intimate moment of discussion, the elf bending his head down to her level. Berry actually <i>giggled</i> at something the elf said! Then she saw me and her face immediately turned into a frown, her eyebrows pinching together like she had the start of a headacheing on.
Well <i>excuuuuse me,</i> princess!!!
The pair approached my table at the firece, and I stood to greet them.
Berry. I nodded.
Pete. She said. Business, I assume? Can it wait? I want to eat lunch first. And Im a little <i>busy</i>.
She subtly jerked her head in the direction of the elf.
I grinned, broadly. Crease your eyebrows at <i>me</i>, ya whippersnapper!? Aye, Im not in any particr hurry. Cant let my beloved <i>partner </i>go hungry,
The elf raised two perfectly sculpted eyebrows and nced at Berry.
<i>Business</i> Partner! Berry snapped, one eye twitching. She took a deep breath to center herself, then opened her hand to gesture at the elf. Peter, this is Emissary Joseph Stannard. Joseph, this is Brewer Peter Roughtuff. He runs the Brewery that Copperpot is mooching off of.
Dont let Copperpot hear you say that! I chuckled.
Joseph gave me a two-fingered salute using his pointer and middle fingers. Its a pleasure to meet you, mate! May Solen shine upon our meeting.
I fairly rocked back on my heels as he spoke. The elegant creature before me, every speck the distinguished gentle-elf, sounded<i> identical</i> to a surfer bro!
Id often wondered how elves would sound with my Ability to trantenguages. So far there was a pattern to the ents: dwarves <i>spake </i>like <i>Scots</i>, Sourth Erden gnomes Indian, Crackian gnomes British, those educated at Archis Academy Hints of Irish, Giants Cascadian, South Erden dwarves Nigerian, and rural folk Redneck. It seemed to be based on my own internal biases, which still made me a bit ufortable.
As for the Elves, who lived primarily in the sunny tropical jungles of North Erdens cape?
Kiwi. <i>Kiwi</i>! It took every inch of muscle in my body and my high Charisma to not burst intoughter.
So, I choked, What brings you here, Emissary Stannard? I made sure I was speaking dwarven, no need to let this guy know I could speak Elvish. Probably.
This lovelydy. The elf held a hand over Berrys shoulder, not <i>quite </i>touching. I happened to hear Berrys music at an event, and I was <i>enchanted</i>.
I stared agog as Berry actually <i>blushed</i>!
Joseph is the Ambassador to Crack from the Elven Kingdom of Awemedinad. She said, rubbing under her nose with a finger. Hes also a <i>very </i>influential merchant.
Ay. My king seeks to improve trade between Awemedinad and Crack. He sent me to make it so. The Ambassador smiled widely.
Really? My return smile was predatory. How <i>interesting</i>.
It wasnt part of my schedule, but I could spare some time trying to convince a <i>brah </i>to import some <i>brew</i>.