Chapter 8 - Preparations

Guards in the portal room of the Timberfall network hub snapped to attention as Deathwalker, Garry, Frrsha, Mrrsha, and Prrsha appeared.

“Ah, good. At ease men. You already know my familiar.” Deathwalker gestured to the cat girls. “These three are my personal bodyguards. You are to follow their orders as if they came from me, understood?”

The soldiers all immediately replied, “Yes, your grace!”

“Hey boss, how come you don’t tell them to follow my orders?” Garry asked.

Deathwalker gave him a look. “Really? You cannot be serious. Why do you think I might not give a murderhobo carte blanche authority?”

“Cause, you don’t love fun?” Garry replied.

Deathwalker just stared at the ball of crazy.

“Okay, I see your point boss. Still a part of you has got to admit it might be funny.” Garry answered.

The soldiers present shuddered at the thought.

Deathwalker chuckled. “Ha! Perhaps, but as a leader I must consider all those under my care not just my crazy murderhobo familiar. Be happy you’re a part of the fun that is the Savage Squad. If that isn’t enough, I could let the girls turn you into their scratching post.”

Frrsha, Mrrsha, and Prrsha all flexed their claws and gave Garry a wicked grin.

Garry floated behind Deathwalker. “I’m good, boss. Don’t worry, I get it. The world is not ready for all this awesomeness.”

Shaking his head but smiling, Deathwalker led his squad to the interior of Timberfall Manor. He had to admit Garry helped lighten the mood, and between him and his three puma shifter matriarchs his heart felt lighter than it had been for days. Hopefully Deathwalker’s new friends and allies would accept his new bodyguards.

Upon entering the main building of the manor, Deathwalker found both Geeves and Mary Sue waiting for him at the door.

“Welcome home, your grace!” Geeves greeted.

“It is great to see you looking so well your grace.” Mary Sue said.

“Hello you two. Have you been waiting long?” Deathwalker asked.

“Not at all, your grace. The soldiers have a linked communications orb that notifies me, Trader Malcom, and General Marius if something is of great importance like your return.” Geeves explained.

“That must’ve cost a pretty penny.” Garry commented.

“Ah, I see you have brought your familiar and... new... guests?” Geeves studied the cat girls, not sure who they were or where they came from.

Deathwalker gestured to each matriarch. “Yes, this is Frrsha, Mrrsha, and Prrsha. They will act as my honor guard when called for. Please arrange for them to have the adjoining room next to mine. As my bodyguards, they should be close in case needed.”

Geeves’ eyes widened. “This is great to hear, your grace. They look quite formidable. It is good to see you taking your safety and security seriously.”

Geeves then bowed to the girls. “Thank you for taking up the honor to guard our duke.”

“He is our alpha, of...”

Frrsha was cut off by Mrrsha. “We gladly stand with Duke Dragonvein and will see to his protection.”

“And guard his rear!” Prrsha teased.

Deathwalker ignored the giggling cat girls. “Please have General Marius coordinate with Mrrsha on guard duty and protection. I’m sure there are matters of state requiring my attention. Inform the Timberfall Council I have returned and invite them and my adventuring party to dinner. If you have other concerns you would like to discuss, let me get settled and then join me in my private study.”

Geeves and Mary Sue both bowed before escorting the Savage squad to their quarters.

——MARA——

“Come on brother! Let’s go see if it is true!” Mara said as she pulled at her brother Cal’s arm.

Pulling his arm from his sister’s grasp, Cal admonished his sister. “Knock it off, sister! If Deathwalker is back after traveling all around the kingdom, he must be exhausted. Let him rest! Besides, I have other plans.”

Mara gave her brother a dirty look. “What plans? Going to go find a certain head maid? I believe her shift is ending soon if I recall.”

“I-I do not know what you are talking about, sister.” Cal stuttered.

“Sure, sure. Brother, you got it bad!” Mara teased.

“You are one to talk! You have been pining over Deathwalker practically since you met him!” Cal quipped back.

Mara gave her brother a surprised look. “I do not know what you are talking about brother! He is our party member and our friend, why would I not worry about him?”

Cal just shook his head. “It is just you and I right now Mara. I will admit my interest in that angel that is Mary Sue if you admit you have a crush on Deathwalker.”

“Silly brother, I already know you like Mary Sue. Plus, I think she likes you too.” Mara replied.

“What?!” Cal quickly exclaimed.

“Oh yes. I see how she looks at you when she thinks no one is paying attention.” Mara stated.

“Really?!” Cal began to ask before catching himself. “Hey, stop trying to change the subject. You need to tell him how you feel.”

Mara’s smile fell a little at her failed attempt to change the subject. “I do not want things to get weird between us, especially if he does not feel the same way.”

“I will tell Mary Sue of my interest if you tell our friend how you feel.” Cal proposed.

“Fine! Why not come with me?” Mara replied.

“You go share your feelings and I will go do the same. Good luck sister!” Cal said as he ducked out of the room before his sister could reply.

“That jerk. Oh well, no excuse to put it off any further.” Mara said to herself before walking out of the room and heading towards Deathwalker’s private suite in the manor.

It did not take Mara long to get to Deathwalker’s door. She paused, just standing there for a while. ‘Am I really going to do this?’ Mara thought before considering her brother.

‘If Cal can share his feelings, then I should be able to do the same.’ Mara gave one last internal pep talk to herself before opening the door.

Mara got about five steps into the room before she saw a claw swipe at her. Instincts kicked in and Mara leaned back, avoiding the claw strike. Just then another swipe came, and she blocked it. The force of the strike staggered Mara for the briefest of moments. That was all her attacker needed to press for the advantage.

A sweeping leg strike caused Mara to lose her balance. She was then grabbed by her attacker and before she knew it, Mara was unceremoniously flipped on her back. As she looked up, sharp claws were inches from her face.

Mara went for her dagger to retaliate. Mid-motion, a knee fell on her arm pinning it in place. That was when Mara looked up and saw the claws and glowing eyes of... ‘a cat girl?’ Mara thought as her mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening.

Mara heard Deathwalker’s voice from further in the room call out. “Frrsha! Stop! That’s Mara, let her up!”

The cat girl moved her face in real close to Mara, sniffed, and gave a low growl.

The cat girl spoke as she got off Mara. “Grrrr. He is not yours.”

Mara tried to process what was going on when she saw Deathwalker by her side. He helped her to her feet. Once on her feet Mara noticed Garry and two other cat girls in the room beside the one, she heard Deathwalker call Frrsha.

“Sorry about that Mara. Frrsha is just doing her job as my honor guard.” Deathwalker stated.

Mara turned to Deathwalker with a look of confusion. “Honor guard?”

“Yes. Since I became a Duke, everyone has been bugging me to have a set of bodyguards to protect me and watch my back.” Deathwalker explained.

“Is that not the job of your adventuring party?” Mara asked incensed.

“Yes, when we are out adventuring, but around town and at formal matters, I am expected to have an honor guard.” Deathwalker replied.

“Oh... Where did they come from?” Mara asked.

“Long story. Let me introduce you properly. The one that attacked you is named Frrsha. The redhead is Prrsha and the leader of the squad when I am not around is the brunette, Mrrsha.” Deathwalker introduced.

“I do not understand why Mrrsha is in charge when you are not around alpha.” Frrsha pouted.

“Because you and I are the type to kill first, ask questions later. Mrrsha is more diplomatic.” Prrsha answered.

“Less fun if you ask me.” Garry chimed in.

Mrrsha flexed her claws towards Garry. “What was that scratching post?”

Garry backed away. “Just kidding, geez. Don’t get your undergarments twisted.”

“I am not wearing any.” Mrrsha deadpanned.

“Okay, that’s hot! I take back anything bad I ever said.” Garry replied.

Deathwalker, wanting to change the subject, spoke up. “Everyone, this is Mara, my friend. We are in an adventurer party together, along with her brother Cal, and Grimhold.”

“You’ll like Grimhold. So full of life. There is just something about his voice. It just resonates with me for some reason.” Garry chimed in.

“Thank you, Garry, for the commentary. You’ll meet the others at dinner tonight.” Deathwalker stated.

“It is still weird to think we do not kill our meal before dinner.” Frrsha commented.

Mara found that statement odd. ‘How savage are these beastkin?’

Once again Deathwalker attempted to change the subject. “What brings you to my room Mara?”

“Huh? Oh... I-I just wanted to welcome you home.” Mara stuttered.

This time Prrsha gave a low growl. “Errrrr.”

Mrrsha elbowed her to get Prrsha to stop. “Come, let us leave our alpha to visit with his friend.” Mrrsha said as she ushered Garry, Frrsha, and Prrsha into the other room and shut the door.

Deathwalker watched the pumas and his familiar excuse themselves before he motioned for Mara to have a seat at a nearby table. “Yes... well... I appreciate the gesture. It is good to be back. The last few weeks have been a bit long, but I did get a chance to see more of the kingdom. How have things been here?”

“Quiet, yet busy. Cal, Grimhold, and I have been helping General Marius train soldiers and guards in both fighting monsters and different combat techniques. The city council, Geeves, Malcom, and to my brother’s dismay, Mary Sue have all been helping prepare the city for the festival. It’s kept us all busy, but other than that, it has been quiet. According to General Marius, you were not expected to return until closer to the start of the festival.” Mara answered.

“Luckily, Lord Longshot was able to send his skilled workers and craftsmen to help some of the other sites. It made a world of difference on time.” Deathwalker explained.

“I have heard of him. They say he is the best archer in the kingdom. I would be curious to see if that is true.” Mara commented.

“You’ll get the chance to find out. He will be participating in several of the tournaments. I am expecting you, Cal, and Grimhold to participate as well.” Deathwalker chimed in.

“Why?” Mara asked.

“Simple. I cannot participate, so I was hoping my teammates would represent me in the tournaments.” Deathwalker explained.

“Why can you not participate?” Mara asked in confusion.

“Simple, I am the primary judge over the tournaments. I will lead the hunt during the festival, as is my right as Duke, but beyond that I will be a judge with the others.” Deathwalker answered.

“Others?” Mara inquired.

“Elder Martha, General Marius, his brother Darius, and Duchess Lightheart have volunteered to help me with the judging. I’m not sure if Lady Emma will be participating or judging, but I figure that can be sorted out later.” Deathwalker further explained.

“Duchess Lightheart and Lady Emma, the crown princess to the kingdom? Two of the three most powerful women in the kingdom are coming here?!” Mara exclaimed in shock.

“Sure. They will be staying here in the manor. The king and queen might also pay us a visit at some point during the festivities. I believe a few of the nearby nations are also sending delegations to the events as well.” Deathwalker replied.

Mara just sat there for a moment. ‘Here I thought those cat girls were a problem. What hope do I have to compete with such women?’

After longer than normal Mara spoke up. “I do not know how to comport myself around such people, Deathwalker.”

‘Ah so that is why she got so quiet.’ Deathwalker thought before answering. “Just be yourself Mara. There is only one of you, so you might as well be yourself.”

“T-That is not what I mean!” Mara exclaimed.

Deathwalker raised a hand. “Be calm my friend. You have nothing to worry about. I don’t know about the foreign delegations, but what I have seen of Duchess Lightheart and Lady Emma, they are kind and care about their people. You will fit right in, trust me on that.”

Mara’s shoulders slightly relaxed but not by much. “If you say so. I will do my best. There was... never mind.”

Deathwalker gave his friend a puzzled look. “Is there something else you wanted to discuss Mara?”

“N-no! I-I realized I have to go find my brother. If you will excuse me.” Mara stuttered out before rising to her feet.

Deathwalker just rose to his feet when Mara quickly excused herself and left the suite.

The doors to the other room opened and Mrrsha, Prrsha, Frrsha, and Garry entered.

“What was that all about?” Deathwalker said out loud, more to himself than anyone else.

“She lied.” Frrsha commented.

Deathwalker turned to her. “What?”

Prrsha was the one that answered him. “You must have smelled the scent she was giving off, alpha. We know you have such abilities.”

“I do, but sometimes it can be information overload, so I block it out at times.” Deathwalker replied.

“That is not wise to do alpha. Such a thing could leave you oblivious to nearby threats.” Mrrsha admonished.

Deathwalker nodded. “That is fair. I appreciate the honesty and candid feedback. I will do better to assimilate the extra sensory information as best I can, but it will take time. So, I would appreciate any insights as I work on that.”

Frrsha finally spoke up. “She wanted to mate with you.”

“What?” Deathwalker asked.

“How does this keep happening to the boss? How high is your Charisma?” Garry chimed in.

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“Not now Garry!” Deathwalker replied before turning to the pumas. “Mara is a friend. She came to see me after I was gone for a few weeks...”

“Alpha do not be naive. You may see her as a friend, but she wants more, and she lied to you about it.” Prrsha stated.

“I had my suspicions, but it is not something that I can think about right now. The royal family is quite adamant I marry into their family. I may have to speak with her, so she understands.” Deathwalker shook his head. “For now, I will let it be. We have other matters to prepare for.”

“How about you let me console her afterwards boss?” Garry asked.

“Ha! Yea I know what you have in mind buddy. You forget, I can see inside your head. I may not like to look very often, but still.” Deathwalker chuckled. He knew his familiar was just trying to lighten the mood.

Garry smiled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about boss. My thoughts are awesome. They are filled with so many cool things, like killing, food, Sansa, killing. You know, the good stuff!”

“Ha!” Deathwalker chuckled before full on laughing. “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You may be crazy but you’re my kind of crazy Garry.”

“Awe, thanks boss!” Garry replied.

Turning his attention towards the pumas, Deathwalker spoke up. “This was a good test of how to interact with other two-legged people. At this point, I do not care if you call me alpha in front of others. It is a common enough practice among certain beastkin that the quirk can be easily dismissed. However, growling at those that hide their intentions is something you must work at. We do not want them to know you have such abilities. Do not forget, we can telepathically communicate. It is easy to warn me of danger that way.”

“Understood alpha.” Prrsha said dejectedly.

“I understand alpha.” Frrsha pouted.

“Mrrsha, you seem to have greater control over your instincts and emotions. I will be looking to you to help guide the others. Remember I plan to transform the pride so they can come and go and help. The three of you are to be the examples of behavior.” Deathwalker stated.

Thinking maybe he had been harsher than intended, Deathwalker swept the three cat girls up in a big hug. Noting to himself that he only did this because it was logical to keep his people feeling valued, yet he himself had little emotion about the matter. It was another instance of him noticing how muted or incomplete his emotions were. Shaking off his mental musings, Deathwalker spoke up. “All of you still did well for your first altercation. I have faith. It will get better in time.”

All three women began to purr. “Rrrrr. Thank you, alpha.” Frrsha said.

“I just mask my emotions better, alpha.” Mrrsha commented.

“I do not like those that are not honest with their feelings, but for you alpha, I will do better.” Prrsha commented.

“That is all I ask. I will soon have to marry for political reasons. It is the logical thing to do, but marriage must be more than just logic, yet I cannot seem to bring myself to see it any other way.” Deathwalker explained.

“Your two-legged customs are rather odd.” Prrsha commented.

“Yes. You are alpha. You are expected to have more than one wife.” Frrsha stated like it was just a part of life.

“She is not wrong alpha. It is the way of nature. You are the greatest alpha our tribe has ever known. Plus, it is clear you feel at home among all of us, even the cubs.” Mrrsha chimed in.

“Oh boo-who! I’m the boss, I have to marry hot women, oh darn. Woah is me. Your Luck and Charisma scores have got to be off the charts! I just want to know when some of that is going to rub off on me.” Garry teased.

“Very funny Garry. Thanks for cheering me up, buddy. I appreciate that. I also appreciate you, my puma matriarchs. We will sort things out in time.” Deathwalker said before breaking off the random hugging session. “For now, we must get ready for dinner. There are a few more ‘strange customs’ I want to familiarize you all with. First is called a fork...”

Deathwalker began to explain the proper etiquette at a formal meal. The more he explained, the further the cat girls groaned. They were convinced by the end that two-leggers just did things to add further challenges to their lives. When they started to think of it as a challenge to overcome, the cat girls became more interested, but just barely.

———-TIMBERFALL MANOR DINING HALL———

“Brother! It is good to see you!” Darius said as he embraced his brother General Marius in a bear hug.

“G-good to see you too brother.” General Marius wheezed out.

The two men were the first to be escorted into the room. Both grew up with the importance of being on time to show proper respect for other people’s time. For both men, that meant coming early to ensure they were not late.

Trader Malcom entered shortly after talking with Ron about material transportation costs. “We can reduce the cost due to not having to pay so much to transport items. Plus, it can come much faster. Though, Duke Dragonvein did send me a message saying he wanted us to explore the possibility of establishing our own mining operations in the duchy. That would dramatically reduce costs overall in the long run that is.”

“I do not care how it happens, just that it has added to my profit margins. I have been able to bring on a few more apprentices to help with the increased volume. I never expected for this many people to flood into Timberfall in only a few weeks.” Ron replied.

Hearing the tail end of that conversation as Paul and Clarisse entered the dining hall, Paul weighed in. “We are seeing an influx from other territories in the kingdom. However, most of our immigration is coming from outside. The highest percentage by far are coming from those fleeing the Proletariat.”

“The Proletariat?” Trader Malcom asked.

“Yes. My men have interviewed many of the refugees who are fleeing their oppressive rule. The government owns everything, and the people are starving. Our neighbors lost the strip of land between us and the Proletariat so the people that lived and worked on the land had to flee for their lives. Worse, those originally from the Proletariat have also been fleeing the madness that has gripped that country.” Commander Willis said as he entered the room.

Commander Willis was a wolf-beastman in charge of internal security and guards for Timberfall. He took his job very seriously, and an influx of so many people had everyone concerned. Greatest of all concerned was the man responsible for the guards protecting the city.

“I have allocated additional soldiers to assist your men, Commander.” General Marius commented.

Commander Willis nodded his head in appreciation. “I thank you for that, General. My men are a bit nervous, as we are not staffed to handle the protection of so many people.”

“The guild could offer some assistance for coin, Commander.” Guildmaster Darius chimed in.

“I do not know if we have budget for such a thing...” Commander Willis began but was cut off by Paul.

“The council will allocate additional funds Commander. Duke Dragonvein was very clear he wanted sufficient funding for Timberfall’s defense.”

“Thank you, Minister of Trade.” Commander Willis said to Paul.

“I think it’s nice that so many people are coming. So many new stories and information. Paul and I both have hired assistants from the refugees. Both are hard workers with families.” Clarisse spoke up.

Paul held her hand as they sat down at the table. The two council members had recently decided to make their courtship public and as such, they have never been happier. “Clarisse is right. Many of these people are decent, hardworking people coming here for a better opportunity. We were glad to help where we could.”

“Betterman walked into the dining hall. “I too have hired some of the refugees to help me. It is only their first week, but so far, they are doing well. Business is booming and Alyce cannot do it all.”

“I have no issue with immigrants, my concern is the impact it is having in processing and vetting them. You cannot just let anyone in. Sadly, my men are so overworked, I do not think we are doing enough to conduct proper assessments.” Commander Willis replied.

“I am telling’ ya, Elder, the lumberjacks have been commenting on seeing more and more monsters around.” Samuel said as he walked in with Elder Martha.

“I have noticed more injuries from adventurers coming in as well.” Elder Martha commented.

When Elder Martha noticed Darius, she turned to him. “I would recommend updating the quests and increase the number of adventurers out there helping to keep the population down.”

“Do we know the cause?” Ron asked.

“Near as we can figure in our investigations is the giant forest pumas have vanished and that has thrown the ecosystem out of sync.” Elder Martha stated.

“It is good there is a major planned hunt as part of the upcoming festival.” Commander Willis commented.

“Yes, it will help reduce the monster and beast population.” General Marius chimed in.

“I am sure it will be fine, lass.” Grimhold told Mara as he, Mara, and Cal entered.

“Yes, sister. I am sure he chose well.” Cal offered.

“That is not the point! Where did these bodyguards come from?” Mara protested.

“Bodyguards?” General Marius asked.

“Aye. Apparently, Deathwalker has found three bodyguards.” Grimhold answered.

“That makes me feel better. I do not like our Duke walking around without protection.” Paul chimed in.

Before the rest of those in attendance could weigh in, Geeves entered to let everyone know his liege had arrived.

“I am pleased to announce Duke Deathwalker Dragonvein! Ruler of the Timberfall duchy. He is accompanied by his familiar Garry, and his honor guard Mrrsha, Prrsha, and Frrsha.”

Everyone rose to their feet.

Garry floated a bit behind Deathwalker. One cat girl walked in front, while the other two cat girls were on each side of Deathwalker. They struck an imposing figure in their leather armor and fierce expressions. The cat girls assessed the room in a glance, immediately prioritizing threats and targets.

Deathwalker greeted everyone before taking a seat. “It is good to see you all again. I feel like I have been gone far longer than I was. Geeves has already introduced my personal guards. Please be seated. Let us enjoy Mezza’s amazing cooking before we talk business.”

“I will drink to that!” Grimhold cheered.

That seemed to trigger multiple servants entering with food and drinks. Geeves announced each course before he would bring the food personally to his Duke.

“Thank you, Geeves.”

“Of course, your grace. It is my honor.” Geeves replied.

A silence fell in the dining hall. The only sounds heard were the clanking of silverware on plates and content noises coming from the guests. Deathwalker and the pumas too were enjoying their large portions of meat. Garry periodically would levitate a piece of food and have it fly instantly into his open mouth.

Only after everyone had their fill and dessert wine was brought out, did Elder Martha break the silence. “I take it the portal network is up and running now?”

“Indeed. We now have a portal station in every major city in our duchy. In addition, we are now connected to the Capital, Hargrave, Midway, and Dalton. Timberfall is soon to become the trade hub for the kingdom. I hope we are ready for all the influx.” Deathwalker explained.

“My men have all been posted at each portal station to provide protection and keep the peace.” General Marius commented.

Deathwalker nodded in his direction. “Excellent.” He then turned to an empty chair at the table. “Please take a seat Geeves.”

“Sire? That is not proper...” Geeves began before Deathwalker cut him off.

“The meal is over. This is Timberfall Duchy business, and my understanding is you have been working very closely with the council to prepare for the festival. I want you a part of these discussions formally.”

Geeves just nodded once and took his seat. He knew better than to argue with his liege when he set his mind to something. Deathwalker smiled as Geeves sat down.

Trader Malcom spoke up. “We are already seeing high usage of the portal network. The revenue far exceeds my original estimates. Your grace will make back the money you invested far faster than originally planned. That is even accounting for the large amount of funds you are pouring into Timberfall construction and restoration projects.”

“That is good, speaking about projects, how are they progressing Minister of Trade?” Deathwalker said.

Paul spoke up. “For the most part well. We have diverted some of the resources to build housing for all the new refugees and immigrants pouring into the city. That has helped the issue but has delayed the finishing of the clinic and other buildings you wanted built.”

“Tell me about these refugees and immigrants.” Deathwalker inquired.

Commander Willis chimed in. “The Proletariat conquered the land between their nation and our duchy. Many who used to live there have fled avoiding the totalitarian rule of the new regime. Many come here with nothing. We have done our best to screen these people, but we can only do so much your grace.”

“These people suffer and many of the original settlers of Timberfall hold resentments against the new people competing for resources and jobs. I hear it often from the locals that visit my tavern.” Samuel stated.

“Many of the immigrants are families looking to make their way. Several used to live in the Proletariat and are used to being promised food and shelter by the government. Many are willing to work but there are those who, I will admit, seem entitled.” Clarisse commented.

Samuel and Commander Willis seemed surprised by Clarisse’s acknowledgement.

“What?! I am not blind. I just think we should do something to help these people.” Clarisse quipped back when she saw their expressions.

“The influx of people has brought additional labor resources. Several of the business owners and shopkeepers have hired additional resources, but there are far more immigrants than we have jobs.” Betterman explained.

“Their health is of concern as well. Many traveled here with nothing or had nothing left by the time they arrived. Malnutrition is common and due to their travel conditions; their hygiene and cleanliness has led many locals to do what they can to avoid areas where the immigrants are gathering.” Elder Martha shared.

“Not all are outside immigrants. Several have moved to Timberfall once they heard about the formation of the duchy and the portal network. Many of those seek to get in the new duke’s good graces.” Geeves chimed in.

“I have also recently seen an increase in street brawls and other related crimes. The town guard simply was not expecting such an influx of people. My men are working double shifts to try to keep up, many are tired and that does not help matters any.” Commander Willis expressed.

“Ha! Welcome back lad. Seems like the council is dumping a bunch on ya.” Grimhold joked.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha! Leave it to Grimhold to tell it like it is.” Darius spoke up for the first time.

Once the guildmaster knew he had the floor, he spoke up. “The shared guild quest boards have been a huge success. I have seen far more guild traffic and the other guildmasters I have spoken to wanted me to convey their thanks. Take that you doom and gloom council. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

“Hey! I have not even said one thing.” Ron complained.

“I believe Grimhold and Darius are just trying to lighten the room, Ron.” Elder Martha chimed in.

“Oh. Thank you for explaining that Elder.” Ron replied, the redness on his face fading.

Deathwalker sighed as he looked around the table. He could see his friends’ attempts to lighten the mood had not worked. It was time for him to step in. “Very well. I had hoped we could discuss the festival before getting into these matters, but I can tell they are weighing heavily on your minds.”

Taking a long breath, Deathwalker continued. “We cannot ignore the suffering of others, but we must remain vigilant. General Marius, I want you to provide additional support to Commander Willis and his guards. The military should join the patrols to help curtail the increased violence we are seeing.”

“As you command, my liege.” General Marius replied.

Deathwalker continued. “That is only going to deter the opportunistic, but it will not stop the zealot. I want every guard and soldier to pay attention to their surroundings. Make note of minor details, people’s movements, and those that want to be seen and those that are making a point to avoid it. My familiar Garry and one of my personal guards will join the evening patrols.”

“Oh yea, I’ll make anyone who tries anything regret the day they were born!” Garry commented with a manic look in his eyes.

Raising his hand to stop Garry’s train of thought. “Intel and observation only Garry. You are to find what our soldiers are guards may miss. I don’t want you spooking them before we can figure out if they are planning anything.”

“Awww, but I love spooking people. That immediate look of terror, it’s priceless!” Garry retorted.

“We will see to it he behaves, alpha.” Mrrsha chimed in as she flexed her claws.

Garry visibly gulped.

“Do you really think refugees are up to something nefarious?” Clarisse asked.

Deathwalker shrugged his shoulders. “We do not know, but Commander Willis has expressed his concern, and I will trust a guard’s sense of danger. Sometimes we cannot explain yet what our mind or instincts are picking up. If it is nothing, no harm done. If a plot is afoot, then we are being prudent.”

Clarisse frowned but nodded her head. Paul took her hand and squeezed to comfort her. The couple gave each other knowing looks, that said they would discuss this in private.

“Now, that does not solve the root of the problem.”

“Root of the problem?” Elder Martha inquired.

“Yes. Idle hands make for the devil’s work. It is a saying where I come from. The true meaning is without direction and purpose people will use their free time in less-than-ideal ways. I want us to start recruiting labor and increase the number of construction projects.” Deathwalker explained.

“We do not have enough skilled foremen to oversee the jobs. It is difficult enough now to manage the projects we currently have in progress. I would ask you to reconsider, your grace.” Paul objected.

Deathwalker nodded at the man. He liked it when his people spoke up and voiced their concerns and opinions. He would be mindful of how he replied to his Minister of Trade.

“My understanding is Samuel and several of the other lumber mill workers and lumberjacks have some experience in helping construct the current structures in Timberfall.”

“Of course we do. The men had to figure out what worked and did not. That is what happens when you live on the fringe!” Samuel replied.

Deathwalker further explained his plan. “I want us to rank our people by experience, skill, and ability to influence or lead their peers. We will assign foreman levels based on capabilities. I am even open to any immigrants that can demonstrate they possess the necessary skills. Then we delegate and assign jobs based on complexity. Bigger jobs get more experienced workers and leaders.”

“It would appease the locals but in a constructive way. They would be more likely to accept immigrant foremen and workers if they knew it was based on talent and experience. I would say it could go a long way to help remove our people’s fears.” Samuel agreed.

“Yes and no. It will help temper them, but it is only part of the solution. The more we increase trade and demand, the more the markets can benefit from the additional businesses. I want us to consider apprenticeship programs and setting up schools for the children to learn to read, write, critical thinking, mathematics, trade skills. We must prepare the younger generations while helping integrate the current work force.”

“That is very ambitious.” Elder Martha commented.

“Agreed, and I think Clarisse as the Minister of Skills would do a wonderful job. Of course, she would require plenty of help from the rest of you.” Deathwalker announced.

“Minister of Skills?” Clarisse asked.

“Yes. It is a role focused on knowledge. I imagine Paul would need to help quite a bit. There are so many skills out there. We should help people learn how to acquire the skills to thrive in this world. That is why apprenticeship programs are such an important part of this effort. Think about it Clarisse, you would be exploring the nature of skills and using that knowledge to help others.”

Clarisse had tears of joy in her eyes. “Thank you, Master Explorer... I mean your grace! I gladly accept if Paul can help me in the endeavor.”

Paul leaned over and wrapped his arms around Clarisse. “Of course! It would be my honor!” He too had the hint of water in his eyes.

“Good. Trader Malcom.” Deathwalker turned to his trader.

“Yes, your grace.”

“We must increase our recruitment efforts. The crown has agreed to allow me to recruit from across the kingdom. I imagine several of those who have arrived via portal are a result of that recruitment effort. Please assist Clarisse and Paul in getting the skills people have inventoried and categorized. Now, I do not expect you to do it as you are running the network, but I trust you can find a resource to help.” Deathwalker instructed.

Geeves spoke up. “If it would please you, your grace, I would gladly take on that role. Mary Sue handles most of the matters of the household now. It would give me a chance to feel more of service to you.”

Deathwalker smiled. “Excellent suggestion. I approve! With that settled, let us move on to the upcoming festival and the visitors we can expect.”

“Speaking about that, you should be made aware that the King of the Elven people, our queen’s father, is planning to attend the festival.” Elder Martha shared.

Deathwalker sighed. “I’m not surprised. I figured he would make his way to meet me once he learned I healed his granddaughter, and she can use magic now.”

Elder Martha’s eyes widened. “Y-you healed Lady Emma’s condition?! That was said to be impossible!”

“Interesting that you knew about her condition... Elder.” Deathwalker retorted.

“I have been in the kingdom a long time and know the Queen’s family very well. It is my home country after all.” Elder Martha replied before narrowing her eyes at Deathwalker. “Do not try to change the subject. How did you do it?”

“That I will not share, but I will say I come from a long line of healers and my healing abilities are different than most. We can discuss in private some time but not now. What can you tell me to expect from the elven king?” Deathwalker replied.

“He is firm. A bit cold but that comes from Winter’s influence. The man is brilliant and shrewd, expect him to test you. Oh, and the king always has one advisor from Winter with him. Sometimes an advisor from Summer but they are not as common on this continent.” Elder Martha shared.

“Fey in the court?” Deathwalker asked.

“It is common among elves as we can trace our lineage back to one fey line or another.” Elder Martha explained.

“Interesting. Very well. Perhaps we can discuss it further. In terms of high-profile guests, we can also expect Lady Emma and Duchess Lightheart. Both will be staying at the Timberfall Manor, so I expect Mary Sue to attend to them Geeves.” Deathwalker stated.

“The Duchess and the Crown Princess are coming here?!” Geeves asked in shock.

“Yes. Please prepare.” Deathwalker answered.

“At once!” Geeves said before standing and taking off.

Deathwalker chuckled. “Ha! I didn’t mean right this instant, but oh well.”

“That is to be expected! They are two of the most power women in the kingdom! You act like it is no big deal!” Mara exclaimed.

“Well, the King and Queen are trying to get me to marry one of them, but that’s neither here nor there.” Deathwalker commented.

Grimhold spit out the ale he was drinking and everyone else in the room looked completely shocked.

Coughing, Grimhold spoke up. “Cough! Lad, you cannot just drop somethin like that on us!”

“What?!” Deathwalker said in confusion.

“What, he says! You just told us you might be the new king of this country if you marry Lady Emma!” Cal chimed in.

“Oh, that. Yea I haven’t agreed to anything, but I understand the ask” Deathwalker began and raised his hand as he could see several faces wanting to speak up. “In hindsight I probably should not have said anything, so I would ask all of you to keep it quiet and not spread that rumor... please.”

He could tell several were having a hard time containing themselves. Deathwalker sighed. “They are not the only dignitaries coming. Lord Longshot and Lord Semium and both his children will be in attendance, as will several delegates from our neighboring countries. We have roughly two weeks to implement the plan we discussed, while also preparing for everything. It is a lot to do, and I am counting on all of you to help make it happen.”

The subject of the city’s current strife brought everyone out of their musings and refocused on the tasks at hand. The gossip crisis averted, Deathwalker rose to his feet to signify the end of the meeting. “Thank you everyone. I am counting on all of you to help make it all come together. Have a good rest of your evening. Oh, General Marius, please see me in my private study to discuss some additional military activities.”

General Marius nodded at his liege as Deathwalker left the dining hall.

“My party member and friend might be the new king, wow.” Cal commented.

Only for him to get an elbow from Mara. “Owe! What was that for?!” Cal asked, getting an angry look in reply.