Engin gathered the important individuals within the town hall shortly thereafter. Standing at the head of the main table, he regarded the assembled attendees: Kaela and Deneve represented the Silverguard, Bjorn for the militia and Hrafnsteinns, Serrandyl and Argoran for the Aslankoyash, Hilda and Lira for the Jixisha, Evelyne for Les Artisanats, and Orin representing the Ethervein Enclaves.

Engin wasted no time delving into their predicament. "Our scouts have reported a brigand group camped roughly a day's journey west. We estimate four hundred. Of note, they've two Aetherframes supporting them."

Murmurs broke out as soon as the Aetherframe mention was divulged. Engin let his announcement sink in for a moment before continuing.

"Their exact goals are unknown, but I assume they have hostile intent." Engin surveyed the reactions of the room. "Options? Suggestions?"

"How do we know that they'll attack us?" Serrandyl was the first to query. Her skepticism didn't escape the rest.

Engin answered plainly. "There's only one road leading from the western passage, and it leads directly here. Dulgaan lies west. If such a large band of brigands is nearby, logic dictates they'll raid us—unless there's a reason they're traversing through the Eldergrove. But I doubt we're spared their scrutiny and interest. Their proximity alone poses a threat."

"So our options are to prepare for an attack or fight them off once they strike. Right?" Deneve confirmed.

"Essentially. If the Silverguards are amenable, patrols and security will need to increase. At the same time, we should maintain the guise of normalcy and unpreparedness," Engin responded. He glanced toward Kaela.

"Agreeable," Kaela replied promptly. "Double patrols along the perimeter and entry routes. Scouts remain at their posts. Standard protocol. Increase surveillance." She exchanged a nod with Deneve, cementing the decision.

"Appreciate the Silverguard's cooperation," Engin continued, addressing the rest. "Everyone else, please notify your subordinates and prepare contingencies."

"The Aetherframes will pose a considerable problem," Orin pointed out, raising his hand. "Not only that but depending on the number of Arcanists in their ranks, if they decide to initiate their assault by bombarding the town from the outskirts, we'll have a tough defense. My guild can supply additional defensive wards and barriers, at least. We'll join the Silverguard patrols and reinforce key areas. Anything beyond that depends on their artillery."

Engin inclined his head gratefully. "Thank you, Orin." He surveyed the hall. "Does anyone have alternative methods of defense?"

Hilda's gnarled fingers drummed idly across the table. She exchanged a glance with Lira, and her granddaughter nodded resolutely. Raising her palm, Hilda spoke. "I don't want to spread our defenses thin since the Jixisha encampment lies across the river and away from the town's center. We will return to town temporarily, and contribute what aid we can."

"And I'll assist," Lira volunteered. "Our druidic magic can serve well as defensive measures. Spirits will also alert us beforehand. Don't worry."

Engin acknowledged them. "Much appreciated."

"The Aslankoyash will contribute as much as we can." Argoran stepped forward. Serrandyl mirrored his motion. "Strength lies in our numbers and claws. Send a messenger to the encampment. I'll lead the reinforcements."

Engin thanked them. "Excellent. Bjorn, I'll entrust the militia's coordination. Prepare what's needed. Weapons and supplies. See if the smiths can manufacture additional arrows."

Bjorn's response was curt. "Aye. Understood."

Evelyne, who had been silent, raised a finger demurely. "Les Artisanats will collaborate closely with Orin. As for the two Aetherframes that concern everyone, leave them to me." She flashed a coy smile, earning her curious stares. "I'll personally deal with them."

Orin eyed her dubiously but nodded regardless. "This will be the first time I get to see a champion-level operator. Hopefully, the reports match reality." He met her competitive smirk with a challenging grin.

"Rest assured. I'll exceed your expectations," Evelyne promised. Turning to Engin, she continued. "If there's nothing else, may I excuse myself? Les Artisanats needs preparation."

Engin inclined his head. "By all means. All of you, coordinate amongst yourselves. Any questions or updates, submit them to me. We'll reconvene if warranted." He adjourned the gathering and dismissed the attendees.

Within minutes, the hall vacated swiftly, leaving him alone. Engin released a sigh and rubbed his temple tiredly. Brigands. Troublesome. I hope Ebonheim returns soon.

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Kelzryn and Calyxia idled outside the town hall, observing the bustle ensuing after the meeting. Discussion flowed freely amidst the town's inhabitants, and the urgency reflected their shared concerns and trepidation. Preparations had already commenced, and their efficacy impressed Kelzryn.

"What are you thinking about?" Calyxia inquired as she slithered alongside him. The snakes crowning her head bobbed rhythmically, their tongues flitting in and out. Her tail trailed behind her, occasionally brushing against his legs. "You've that thoughtful expression again."

"Human ingenuity," Kelzryn revealed. "Despite their mortality and limitations, their adaptability is impressive." He scanned the ongoing activities, noting the coordinated and purposeful movements.

"Hm. Yes, they're rather astute. Quick-witted and capable." Calyxia examined a passing pair carrying a bundle of crates. "Given the current circumstances, their reaction's appropriate. Surprising even. But...my Seraphidae are more capable. If required, I can dispatch a portion to defend this town."

"Unnecessary. They've their own resolve and pride. To rely on the Seraphidae would diminish theirs. Allow them to handle their problems." Kelzryn's countenance shifted, and his tone became solemn. "However, should their efforts prove inadequate...I'll intervene."

Calyxia scrutinized his change in mood. "Kelzryn. You seem invested." She glided before him, her luminous eyes meeting his. "Ever since you've arrived, I've sensed an unusual drive within you. Different from your former self. Almost protective, even. Pray tell."

"You've keen insight, as always." Kelzryn's response contained a hint of admiration. "Ebonheim. I owe her a debt. Gratitude for saving my life, and...I acknowledge her potential."

An uncharacteristic pout marred Calyxia's face. She coiled around him and cupped her hands on his cheeks. Drawing closer, her forked tongue brushed teasingly against his chin. "Why does Ebonheim get all the credit for saving you, hmm? I did my part as well, don't you remember? I nearly perished from the resulting explosion. Was my contribution insignificant?"

Kelzryn placed his hands over hers and peeled them gently from his face. He guided her digits towards his lips and pressed tenderly upon her knuckles. "Your role contributed. Credit isn't solely hers. I include your efforts and express my heartfelt gratitude."

Calyxia extracted her palms brusquely, yet her annoyed facade faltered, betraying a growing blush. Retracting her coils from his person, she withdrew and reoriented her posture. Composing herself, she remarked. "Don't distract me. You've changed. Considerably. The Kelzryn I'm familiar with would have scoffed at humanity's inadequacy and scoffed openly."

"Change occurs. Time alters many. Including myself," Kelzryn affirmed. "Adapt or perish, Calyxia. I chose the former."

Calyxia studied him for a prolonged period before nodding. "Very well. Adapt or perish indeed." Satisfied, she slithered beside him and resumed their idle observation. "So, what now? Shall we lend our assistance?" She indicated a nearby scene, watching as a group hauled barrels onto a cart. "I imagine they could utilize our strength. Especially yours."

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"Leave them. Observation is sufficient. Humanity has a tendency to rise and meet its challenges. Allow them autonomy. Interference would impede their resolve. Should necessity arise...then I'll participate," Kelzryn reiterated his stance.

"Fine," Calyxia acquiesced. She flicked his cheek. "I'll reserve intervention as a final resort."

Kelzryn accepted her concession silently and redirected his attention to the town's preparations. Within the span of a few hours, the hustle and bustle had transformed into an organized activity. Teams and groups moved with purpose, distributing tasks and assignments. Materials and goods flowed fluidly within the town's veins. Despite its temporary crisis, efficiency and productivity had not dissipated.

Engin's leadership played a significant factor in his assessment. Kelzryn watched as he coordinated and directed the town's populace methodically. His decisive commands provided clarity and purpose to the uncertainty permeating their collective mindset. Engin's decisiveness and forethought shaped the town's actions, a fact the inhabitants recognized and appreciated.

Similarly, the various factions and representatives displayed effective communication and cooperation. Debates and conflicts emerged, yet their resolution and acceptance occurred quickly, and the issues were subsequently resolved.

Calyxia slithered leisurely before him, her supple physique exuding a distinct allure. Glancing at his expression, she smirked. "Kelzryn. Change has its merits. For example, witness the beauty and potential before you." She draped her upper torso over his shoulders and leaned heavily against his chest. Flexing her tail, she wound her body tightly around him. "For example: me. Appreciate and bask. Indulge."

Kelzryn freed an arm from her snaking limbs and patted her head lightly. He stroked her crown of snakes idly. Their tongues flicked and tickled his wrist as his caress stirred them awake. Kelzryn endured their playful bites and nips wordlessly, exhibiting an amused countenance.

"You've never been this starved for affection," Kelzryn noted, diverting his gaze from the town. Examining Calyxia's besotted appearance, he asked, "Am I responsible? Or, have your preferences evolved?"

"Both," Calyxia confessed readily. "Before, I tolerated you. But now...things have altered." She tightened her coils and buried her face against his neck. Kissing his jaw, her forked tongue traced his ear. "This is the first time I've seen you in a form more similar to my own, compared to your usual draconic self. Also...you're considerably calmer and tamer."

Kelzryn indulged her overt advances, allowing her liberties he had not previously granted. His relationship with her had always remained cordial but impersonal. Their interactions were predominantly businesslike and professional—often involving matters of the Eldergrove's affairs and governance. He respected her power and position, and similarly, Calyxia held him in a mixture of wariness, curiosity, and reluctant acceptance.

Prior to his ordeal, a semblance of thawing had occurred between them. Calyxia had gradually acclimatized to his presence within the Eldergrove, and their relations had improved accordingly.

But this. Kelzryn's perspective had undergone a paradigm shift. Calyxia's attraction had emerged abruptly, yet his altered mindset embraced the novel shift.

I hadn't considered her a prospect prior, yet...

"Kelzryn." Calyxia's persistent gestures extracted him from his considerations. Her voice had an unusual husky timbre. Pressing her chest against him, her forked tongue darted playfully and licked his face. "Stop thinking and respond to my affections. Properly."

"Indulging requires an adequate amount." Extricating himself skillfully, Kelzryn untangled her coils. Calyxia's disappointed whimper went unacknowledged. "Let us continue observing." He redirected his focus towards the town.

"Tease," Calyxia accused, sighing. Nevertheless, she positioned herself beside him obediently and mirrored his observance. "Very well. We'll postpone. But if you continue teasing and denying...I'll have to indulge in Ebonheim instead."

Her taunt earned a subtle twitch from Kelzryn. Ignoring her jest, he refocused.

Calyxia chuckled smugly.

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A shiver ran down Evelyne's spine. Distracted momentarily, she adjusted her collar. Unusual. A breeze, perhaps?

Resuming her duties, she deligated responsibilities and coordinated the Les Artisanats' responses. Members bustled hurriedly around her. Preparations and inventory had commenced, and she ensured their efficiency. The workshop's doors remained propped wide open to expedite the influx and outflow of activities.

Despite their rush, Evelyne detected an underlying trace of excitement permeating her subordinates. Even Dimitri and Pierre, who were normally the picture of composure and decorum, exhibited a restless thrill.

Maybe it was because of the impending threat. The days had been so peaceful since their settlement, and the notion of defending the town provided an adrenaline-filled thrill and anticipation. Evelyne empathized. Les Artisanats d'Éclair rarely had opportunities to demonstrate their utility and contributions compared to the Ethervein Enclave.

Such events were rare and fleeting. Evelyne intended to maximize the benefits of the brigand encounter and showcase her faction's value.

"Mademoiselle Blaise," Emile Leclère interrupted her thoughts. The girl approached timidly, a clipboard clutched firmly against her bosom. Evelyne recognized the apprehensiveness on her face. Plastering a welcoming smile, she beckoned Emile forth.

"Yes? What is it?" Evelyne inquired.

"Um..." Emile presented the clipboard hesitantly. "What sort of armaments and functionalities do you want to be installed into Léandre? Right now, the Aetherframe's loadout is configured purely for transportation. You will be operating Léandre personally, non?"

"Oui, I'll operate Léandre." Evelyne reviewed the document swiftly. Crossing her arms, her index tapped contemplatively against her lips. "Configure the Aetherframe to the most versatile loadout in our arsenal." She handed the clipboard back. "Give priority to offensive capabilities."

"Oui! Mademoiselle." Emile received the clipboard promptly. With a crisp bow, she scurried off.

Evelyne resumed coordinating. Within moments, an unexpected individual arrived at her workshop.

"Orin, what brings you here?" Evelyne strode briskly over to greet him. "Need something?"

"Are you going to deploy all four of your Aetherframes? How are your resources and preparations coming along?" Orin cast his glance across the workshop. Les Artisanats laborers hustled busily without sparing him a second glance.

"No, not all four frames. I'll deploy Léandre since I'm the only champion-grade operator," Evelyne clarified. Motioning him indoors, she guided Orin toward her office. "Since Viviane's out, there are only a few operators that I trust who are experienced enough for a combat operation against the brigands. I'll deploy the others if required."

Entering her office, she continued. "As for preparations? Les Artisanats are ahead of schedule. Everyone's excited, even the older veterans." Evelyne seated herself comfortably behind her desk. She gestured invitingly at an available seat. "What about your side?"

"Same as yours." Orin declined the offer and paced casually. "Almost everyone's champing at the bit. It's like another festival around here. Makes me worried, really. I'm not sure if this will amount to more than a drill, considering we're dealing with mere brigands. Then again...depending on how experienced they are and how well they're equipped...who knows."

Evelyne hummed contemplatively.

Orin was right. There was a big difference between handling brigands and seasoned raiders. Brigands were opportunistic pillagers and scavengers, whereas raiders were well-equipped, well-coordinated, and well-organized groups. Raiders traveled the frontiers and attacked vulnerable settlements or merchant convoys. Their numbers varied greatly, and their operations typically included specialized Arcanists or Artificers.

The scouts may have labeled them as brigands, but the actual threat posed remained unpredictable. Regardless, Evelyne didn't intend to underestimate them. Better safe than sorry.

"You're not the optimistic kind, are you?" Evelyne remarked. She reclined and scrutinized the Artificer.

Orin rummaged idly through a collection of trinkets decorating her shelves. Selecting a miniature figurine of a winged horse, he inspected the ornament before returning it carefully. "Optimism isn't a component of planning. Optimism and pessimism are extraneous factors. Planning and preparation trump the former and nullify the latter."

Evelyne conceded the point. Orin possessed the characteristics fitting of a guild master. Decisive, competent, pragmatic, and analytical. Qualities Evelyne admired. Qualities fitting of Les Artisanats' interests. Perhaps...she'll consider broaching the issue soon.

"Well said," she praised. Straightening her posture, she focused her attention. "Back to the matter. What did you require from us?"

"Cooperation, primarily. Collaboration. In case of arcane bombardment, we have to make sure that every direction is covered. Our town can't afford gaps in its defense. Hence collaboration and coordination. Your guild is more specialized in automaton engineering, and mine excels more at wardcraft."

"True," Evelyne agreed. She understood his rationale. Wards and barriers created a comprehensive net, whereas devices fulfilled specific areas and zones. Together, they would complement and reinforce the town's fortifications.

"Collaborate, coordinate...yes, I concur. Les Artisanats and Ethervein Enclave should collaborate," Evelyne proposed. Casting her persuasive gaze upon her counterpart, she smiled. "Additionally, I welcome your candid counsel. Your expertise will benefit Les Artisanats immensely. Will you humor me?"

Orin pondered her invitation silently, his countenance a stoic mask. Evelyne could discern his internal conflict. His hesitance was evident. After deliberating for an extended period, Orin eventually assented.

"Sure." Orin shrugged. Extending his mechanized right hand, he offered his agreement. "I'll cooperate with Les Artisanats and share pointers."

"Marvelous." Evelyne seized his limb eagerly and shook his palm. Suppressing a triumphant smile, she sealed the agreement. "Marvelous. Very generous and enlightening. I anticipate our future collaborations and exchanges, monsieur Webb."

"Likewise," Orin concurred. Pulling his arm free, he dusted his palm and cleared his throat. "Well then. If there's nothing else...I'll resume the preparations."

"Of course. I'll accompany you out." Evelyne stood and exited the office. "I need to check my Aetherframe's modification, anyway."