The Hero’s Right Hand

“Thought you weren’t a priest,” I said while looking at Vofric’s outfit.

“I had certain duties in the past,” Vofric replied, buttoning his high collar before hiding it behind his groomed beard. “It was the only formal clothing I’d left with Louise.”

The white suit fit as though not a single day had passed since he left it. Hugging his form, it dazzled like the armor Vofric wore to battle. An orange shawl he’d ironed earlier was draped over his shoulders. With a firm pat he flattened it against his chest. Instead of tying his hair into the usual messy bun, he pulled it back into a smooth ponytail. I imagined this was the person Melanie always imagined when speaking of Father Vofric.

“You look good,” I admitted.

Vofric smiled. “Thank you, Kargon. How does the suit fit?”

It was itchy. I’d never worn a three piece suit before but there were two too many layers. Albert had guessed my size and found a crimson suit that matched my hair. I couldn’t deny it looked good but I wanted to tear the sleeves off.

“I don’t think I can fight in this,” I groaned. “One ignition and it’ll go up in flames.”

“It’s not meant for fighting. And if you absolutely need to, I know you can fight without your fire.” Vofric chuckled.

“It would be foolish of us to devolve to violence during this opportunity,” Sariel scoffed as she entered the room.

The left sleeve of her shirt was neatly folded back to fit around her draconic arm. She looked far more refined in a suit than I did. A half-cape hung off her left shoulder, elegantly concealing her clawed hand. The emerald outfit matched perfectly with the metallic scales riddled across her body. I’d never clearly seen Sariel’s face but slicked back hair changed that. It was the first time I caught a clear glimpse of her draconic eye. There was no way to understand how it felt to be mutated in such a way but Sariel hid her emotions well.

“I’m just glad it fit,” Mia said as she joined us.

She wore a strapless sapphire dress that ended asymmetrically below her knees. Throughout the few days we’d spent together I’d noticed how strong she was but the muscles and scars along her arms made it clear Mia had a colorful past. Close behind her was Albert in a navy three-piece suit. For such a young man, he had a dignified aura. It was obvious he was more comfortable in the outfit than I was. At his feet was Avant with a bow-tie around his neck.

“You’re sure he’ll be allowed?” I asked.

Mia nodded. “Familiars are permitted at this event. But the bow-tie is unnecessary.”

“It makes him look dapper!” Louise yelled as she burst out of her room.

Her silver chiffon dress shined under the light and flowed with each step. A thin cape hung from her shoulders, softly wrapping around her arms. With light steps she followed her family out of the hallway. As she turned back towards the hall the room fell silent. Only Louise had any idea what Aisha was wearing. I cracked my knuckles anxiously as we waited to depart.

The Hero stepped into the hall and I was reminded that Aisha was once a normal woman. A black satin dress fit tightly around her and flared at her hips into a flowing skirt that ended at the knees. Sheer fabric revealed her neckline and arms. She tugged at the sleeves as they tickled the edges of her palms. For the first time since our childhood her hair wasn’t in a high ponytail and instead hung down to her shoulders. I’d forgotten how it curled around her horns and ears.

Mia whistled and said, “Love, I’m sorry but I think that dress was made for Aisha.”

“Don’t apologize for being right,” Louise chuckled.

“You look wonderful,” Vofric said.

Albert agreed. Sariel grunted affirmatively. Even Avant let out a chirp as Aisha lifted him into her arms. She looked at me expectantly.

“A Hero’s never looked so good,” I said.

Aisha smiled and replied, “If you’re not lying that means Louise succeeded in step one of our plan. Now we just need to make a strong enough impression on the Dicoris’s so they’ll meet with us.”

“How do you presume we do that?”

“You’re the talker. Talk to people. Get as much information as you can.” No matter how she was dressed, Aisha was still a leader at heart. She turned to Sariel and instructed, “You’ve got heightened senses so listen in for any information that might help us. I’ll go with Vofric to meet his old friends and hopefully leave an impression that spreads to the royal family. Avant, you keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Got it?”
The owlbear chirped affirmatively.

Albert huffed. “I wish we could help more.”

“No, your moms are right. Help us behind the scenes but not publicly,” I said. “None of us want you getting undue attention. In case what we do triggers the wrong people.”

“And it often does,” Vofric said. “But we have no need to discuss such things now. Let us depart.”

 

***

 

The Ramshorn district was known for the docks on its far edge. I had assumed that meant it was small but it was the largest of all the districts. The path dividing it from Bamborough led to a mountainous housing area. Mansions occupied massive plots of land fenced off from any nearby homes. Wide roads split into every direction allowing for easy access wherever necessary. The distance between each home allowed them to shine individually. Literally in this case as the mansion holding the gala brightly lit up the area. As dusk grew closer, the lights grew brighter and demanded one’s attention.

Hundreds of the most prominent individuals of Dawncaster and their peers mingled in the grand halls of the decadent home. A collection of souvenirs the world over left its print on every room. I recognized some from my studies like a hammer from the Ironforge dwarves and bracer from the defunct Arcanum Order. Though I knew it was common to have help around the house, I was surprised to see magic suits of armor fulfilling the role. Each was from a distinct area of the world including one from Dawncaster. They served food and drink while staying out of the way of the guests.

By the time we arrived the party was rolling full force. Laughter and conversations drowned each other out. The Greycastles entered separately from us and went about their business. Sariel grabbed the first drink she could find and tossed an hors d'oeuvre to Avant. He took that as a signal to stick with her. She examined the treasures throughout the home and struck up conversation with whoever was doing the same. Vofric led Aisha to the first person he recognized. Within the large crowd they quickly vanished.

Though I’d spent my life being the voice of our duo, I’d never thought about how I did it. Standing alone and trying to plan my next step was nerve-wracking. Contrary to whatever Aisha believed, words didn’t just pour out of my mouth. I planned them ever so slightly. The mood of a person dictated how I interacted with them. The overwhelming aura of posh and polite demeanor didn’t suit me. I’d never gotten along well with Elder Niko. Now I was surrounded by hundreds of people just like him.

A man approached me with more familiarity than I expected. His dark skin and neat dreadlocks exuded a calm aura. Piercing brown eyes looked through me as if he knew everything in my mind. A smile spread across his face as the look of confusion on mine grew more obvious.

“You’re the adventurer that was traveling with Stormclaw, no?” he asked.

Quick thinking reminded me of the only person I wouldn’t recognize that spoke with Captain Julian.

“Are you the guard captain?” I asked. “Your face was covered when I saw you at the gate.”

He laughed and shook my hand. “Apologies. I forget about the illusory helmets. Rowen Telos. You’re not one of my subordinates, so call me Rusty.”

“Pleasure. Kargon,” I replied. He stared at me expectantly. I awkwardly continued, “Meliamne. Sorry, I never was good about self-introductions that were expected of guards.”

“Where were you stationed?” Rusty asked.

“Neves. Born and raised.”

He examined me and said, “What made you quit and start adventuring?”

“I wanted to travel the world of my own volition,” I replied readily. In case a similar question was asked, Aisha and I decided we’d avoid revealing her identity. Staying on the topic was ill-advised so I asked, “Are you working as security for the gala?”

Rusty looked around and chuckled, “It’s an understandable assumption but no. This is my home.”

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out.

“For my home? Is it not to your liking?” the man asked.

“No! Oh my gods, no. It’s wonderful-”

Rusty grinned widely and exclaimed, “I’m joking, Kargon. You’re a fun one.”

I let out a deep sigh and chuckled, “I’ve been told. Do you mind telling me about your collection?”

Rusty happily obliged and began giving me a detailed tour of his home. While I was enamored by every article I still made sure to keep an eye on our surroundings. Memories of the inn at Balur flashed in my mind. Though I doubted a city of mixed beings would plan to trap four adventurers and their pet. Then again Balur fooled me into lowering my guard as well.

As time passed I caught glimpses of my comrades interacting with the citizenry. Sariel sauntered from group to group only stopping long enough for a quick conversation. After spending enough time with her I could tell when she was focused on her heightened senses. Nearly imperceivable twitches at the tips of her ears made it clear there was something of interest being talked about. Even so, she behaved normally to hide her motives. With a nonchalant greeting she passed Aisha and Vofric who spoke to a metal man.

I’d never seen a warforged in my life but he was far more lively than the suits of armor walking about. Vofric and Aisha smiled and played off each other's energy. No one suspected they only met within the month. They walked through the crowd, drawing attention with their infectious energy. With quick glances and handshakes Vofric greeted old compatriots. Aisha simply stunned everyone with how she carried herself. A mischievous smirk was now the gorgeous smile of an aristocrat. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Rusty noticed me staring and said, “Feel free not to answer but did that scar drive your friend to adventure? She fits in here more than any adventurer I’ve ever seen.”

“No, the scar is just that. There’s no one out there better suited to adventure than her,” I replied. “This is just our first break in a while and she’s taking full advantage of it.”

“My subordinates could learn a thing or two from her.” Rusty chuckled. He nodded towards two guards awkwardly hovering near a hallway. “How well can they guard if they’re on the outskirts of the crowd? They should be intermingling.”

With their unseen faces and heavy armor I wasn’t sure how well the guards could interact but didn’t point it out. Instead I focused on the weapons. The guards had choices here and weren’t forced into swordsmanship. Some obviously practiced swordplay and kept a weapon on their hip. Others carried clubs or maces on their backs. Surprisingly, some carried nothing but had gems installed in their armor to allow for spellcasting.

“I can understand being on duty and uneasy,” I said. “Even guests who may be able to defend themselves were asked not to bring weapons. If anything were to happen it’s on the guards.”

“True, but nothing will. We never feel comfortable inviting the royal family unless we are sure they’ll be absolutely safe,” Rusty said. “Speaking of which, it seems they’ve noticed your friend.”

The Dicoris family exuded an aura I could only describe as holy. Their wild white hair flowed perpetually without the presence of a breeze. Light blue skin glimmered like jewels under navy robes resembling the ocean. King Nasim stood tall and stared blankly into the distance even when speaking to others. Queen Lyra seemed to float ever so slightly to match her husband’s height. Her smile lifted the spirits of those around her, drawing them in to chat. Unlike his parents, Prince Makani was silent. He greeted others kindly but didn’t hold a conversation. Boredom was obvious to anyone who focused on him but it seemed no one did.

They drifted towards Aisha, Vofric, and their metal companion. I couldn’t hear them but kept an eye on their surroundings. Sariel knowingly moved towards displays closer to the Dicoris’s. She casually carried Avant on her shoulder. Others did the same so no one realized he was watching our allies.

“Huh, your group’s bigger than I remember,” Rusty said. Something about how he spoke changed. A cold air emanated from his lips with each word. “Honestly, it’s ballsy to try something now.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Rusty’s glare was deadly as he stepped closer to me. “No need to play dumb, Kargon. The scarred elf and owlbear are watching the king. He’s distracted by your half-elf friend and the dwarf. The gnome is sneaking closer and don’t think I haven’t noticed your Tabaxi along the walls.”

The feeling of a sharp blade pricked my back.

“A glance alone tells me they’re getting ready to pounce on the Dicoris’s,” Rusty explained. “Call them off.”

My mind raced as I expanded my view. The captain was right. I was too caught up with gathering information. Not everyone watching Aisha was doing so innocently. A thick air of bloodlust weighed down the jubilant energy of the partygoers.

“Rusty, I think there’s a problem with your guards,” I said.

“Openly threatening me now, huh?” Rusty scoffed and inched the dagger closer.

“No!” I whispered. “I realize you’ve been watching me since we entered because I might be a threat. That’s fine! But for one moment look at your subordinates!”

They stood still throughout the house. More rigid than the magic armor walking the halls. We could only see a few but knew whatever affected them must be widespread.

Rusty groaned. “Paralysis. Cowardly tactics.”

“No, that’s almost a textbook assassination tactic,” I said.

A gnome stepped out of the crowd behind the royal family. A twist of her arm revealed a dagger concealed in extra fabric stitched to her gown. It’d be impossible to see unless someone knew to look for it. The shadows along one wall shifted as something moved upward. Having experienced Aisha’s invisibility I could sense a similar sensation. They moved deliberately and it seemed no one was the wiser.

“Aisha!” I screamed over the crowd.

She didn’t turn towards me but I saw fire in her eyes. Then the sensation of cold steel shocked me as Rusty plunged a blade into my back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he spat as he twisted the dagger.

“Neither… will they,” I replied, choking in pain.

Aisha commanded the room with one shout. “Sword!”

Avant roared, stunning the would-be assassin for a moment. Sariel summoned a sturdy wooden blade from her draconic palm. With a powerful throw she sent it over the crowd and into the waiting hand of our leader. The assassin moved to stab the king but was blocked by Aisha’s blade. Had Sariel not personally shown us the sturdiness of her magic, I would expect it to break. The dagger deflected off it and before the gnome could move, Aisha tripped her. She tried to retaliate but was met with two swift attacks that knocked her unconscious.

During the fight, the invisible assailant revealed himself as he leapt from the wall. A tabaxi armed with jagged claws, ready to rip out the queen’s throat. But the speed of a falling beast was pre-determined. No one knew it better than our master sharpshooter. Two arrows collided with the assassin’s arms. Blunt arrows with enough force easily threw off his trajectory. As he fell to the floor a volley of arrows rained down. I’d never seen a conjuring of arrows without a single bladed edge. The avalanche of maces quickly knocked out the tabaxi.

By now, guards had rushed into the room while attendees evacuated. I was wrong to assume they had all been paralyzed. Though they clearly weren’t fast enough to stop the assassins without the Hero’s help. But it didn’t matter what they saw. Sariel and Avant were shoved towards Aisha and Vofric. The guards encircled them with weapons drawn. I could do nothing but watch.

“Cease!” Prince Makani demanded.

It was like a breeze blew through the home. He turned slowly to face everyone before making eye contact with King Nasim. A single nod brought everyone in the room to their knees. He stepped toward my party, slowly walking around them as he examined each one. Once satisfied, he turned to his wife who remained still near their son. They made eye contact and she briefly vanished. Moments later she reappeared next to the king. After a whispered conversation he looked back at Aisha.

“We will grant you one opportunity for an explanation. Bring them to the Grand Hall,” King Nasim said assuredly. Without so much as glancing my way he continued, “Captain Telos, that includes the firebrand.”