Delvers LLC: Obligations Incurred

by Blaise Corvin

  Henry replied, “Well, it sounds like you’re getting ready to adapt, but I’m also guessing you have a plan. You sound like you have a plan, anyway.”

  “Yes. We’re not going to wait for them to bring it up. We’re going to propose to them, which as males is unusual for Areva and Ludan culture, probably because Terrans on this planet picked up a lot of mannerisms from Areva. Anyway, whoever does the asking has more control over when the actual marriage takes place.

  “We can get engaged, then tell them we will get married after this mission is over. It’s a reasonable request, and should give me more time to adjust. Plus, if more than one woman is engaged to a man and get married at the same time, the roles in the household are a little more murky. Usually the first wife has more control of the household than the second wife, and so on and so forth.

  “There are exceptions, but usually if a woman is engaged, she doesn’t try as hard to find a sister wife until she’s married, because it’ll mess up the pecking order.”

  “Okay, that could work.” Henry wasn’t as worried about Mareen going off and trying to find a bajillion other women to fill his house like Jason seemed afraid Uluula would do. Henry was just not in a big hurry to get married again. “I do think it’s kind of funny that you seem to be growing balls, though. I thought you were going to just roll over and do whatever your elf girl wanted you to do.”

  “Don’t call her an elf.” Jason glared at him. “And fuck you. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Try to handle that meeting later today with Gonzo without me.”

  “Okay, before you leave, what should we do about outfitting for the trip?”

  “Well, all our money isn’t much good if we’re dead. Since we’re going to be traveling anyway, as far as I’m concerned, we can use almost all of it as long as we keep a little extra on the side. Make sure everyone in the company is going to stay with us, and if they are, let’s gear everyone up. It may not be the best for business, but we always knew that Delvers LLC was just the first step towards our endgame.”

  “I’m assuming you already told Uluula all this stuff too, about the gear?”

  “Yes. Okay I need to go now, the sun is starting to come up.” Without warning, Jason took off, teleporting with a sharp crack of filling vacuum. Henry saw his friend reappear in the distance up in the sky.

  Wow, he’s a lot more powerful now. Henry shook his head and started walking back to the city. It was almost time to wake up Mareen. For the first time since they’d gotten to Ludus, he wished he had Jason’s magic instead of his own. If he could teleport, he could be going monster hunting instead of dealing with meetings. And shopping.

  Henry shuddered. He’d much rather be fighting monsters.

  Ignoble Nobility

  Henry had time to tinker in the garage before the meeting with Gonzo. Luckily, as long as he made an effort to keep his work quiet, he knew he wouldn’t wake Aodh in the corner. The kid slept like the dead.

  Uluula arrived before Mareen got up for the day. The Areva woman almost always arrived early to scheduled meetings. She was carrying her spear around as usual. When she saw Henry by himself, her eyes tightened but she didn’t say anything.

  It was obvious she had figured out what happened, that Jason had gone out alone. The woman was quick-witted. Jason was so screwed.

  Oh well, better him than me.

  As usual, Henry and Uluula didn’t really have much to say to each other. What do you talk to a space elf about? He didn’t dislike Uluula, not anymore, and he was glad Jason was happy, but he still had nothing in common with her. At least she didn’t feel the need to make things awkward by trying to be friendly. He did like that no-nonsense side of her. He respected her, she respected him, and that was good enough.

  Mareen left Henry’s room a while later, her hair wet from a shower. Mirana city amenities sucked, but at least they had running water and flushing toilets. There wasn’t much in the way of temperature control, though. Mareen looked gorgeous. Her dark skin glowed and she wore a light blue, short-sleeved dress. The only thing marring her casual appearance was her baldric with Henry’s old blessed steel machete. Well, he supposed it was her machete now. Henry couldn’t see it, but he knew she probably had the dagger Jeth had used to torture her somewhere too, maybe on the back of her baldric.

  Henry agreed with being prepared; it was the reason he wore weapons despite not really needing them anymore. He didn’t want to be helpless if a Mo’hali Hero ever suppressed his magic. In theory, he also supported revenge, especially if it involved killing the fuckers that had murdered George. However, he thought Mareen might have been taking it a little too far. That sort of darkness could eat a person up.

  But what right did he have to say anything? Henry Sato was many things, but he refused to be a hypocrite. The best he could do was just be there for her and try to keep her from flying apart. She did a good job hiding her grief around other people, but everyone needed someone to lean on.

  As soon as Mareen showed up, the normally stoic Uluula smiled and both women went off to talk in a corner. Henry briefly wondered what they were chatting about, probably stupid shit like clothes and shoes…then again, maybe not. Henry had to mentally amend that Mareen was becoming increasingly interested in cutty-stabby things, and Uluula was wound so goddamn tight she could double as a pointy-eared spring.

  Weapons. They were probably talking about weapons. Henry approved.

  The next to show up for the meeting was Bezzi-ibbi. The boy wore his usual showy, fancy clothing, and Rark-han followed the little Hero like a shadow. Bezzi-ibbi nodded at Henry, flashing a quick grin before he found a seat. Not for the first time, Henry wondered if a grinning Mo’hali kid meant the same as a grinning human kid. He doubted it.

  He felt a little guilty again for letting a kid be an adventurer, but Bezzi-ibbi was an adult now by Mo’hali law. He could do what he wanted, and what he wanted was to travel with Delvers LLC, apparently.

  Henry had already talked to the crazy little bastard about it, but Bezzi-ibbi’s mind was made up.

  With the group there, Henry cleared his throat to make an announcement. All eyes turned to him and he decided to be blunt, to just say what was on his mind. “Look, everyone, me and Jason are pretty much screwed here. I have no idea where all this is headed or how dangerous it’s going to be.

  “I appreciate all of you, and right now we all have had a good haul from Yanbei Cavern. None of us are really hurting for money. I want to make it clear that nobody is being forced to come with us when we go with Gonzo. Bezzi-ibbi, I’m not sure if you have much choice, Hero or not.” Bezzi-ibbi nodded and Henry continued, “But anyone else can choose to stay behind, to leave the company.

  “Past this point, everyone is a volunteer. If you want to leave, this is probably your best, last opportunity.”

  Everyone stared at him like he was an idiot. After a second or two, the rest of the Delvers went back to what they’d been doing before. Well, that was interesting. Henry had already figured that nobody would leave the company, but he’d wanted to make sure. He had a feeling the next few months would be intense.

  Gonzo and Vitaliya arrived without much fuss. After the knock on the front door, Henry answered and the meeting started almost immediately. The Delvers stood in the house’s small living room in a half circle. Henry knew Gonzo must have noticed Jason wasn’t present, but the spy didn’t show any reaction at all. This guy is hard to read.

  After a few polite greetings, Gonzo said, “Good, obviously none of you have run away. I actually would have had questions about that right now with one of you missing, but my informants updated me this morning.” He gave Henry a meaningful look.

  Wow, Jason was right. Henry made a note to figure out a way to have private conversations easier in the future. Walking for several miles was inconvenient.

  “Most of you have met me already. My name is Ryan Gonzolez, but I go by Gonzo for those who know me. You know me now, so you can call me Gonzo. I’m going to quickly up
date everyone in this group. Unfortunately, security in Mirana isn’t great, so our best bet is to just get this conversation over quickly. Bezzi-ibbi, would you mind securing the room from magic?”

  Bezzi-ibbi nodded, and Henry felt the weird, itchy feeling of the kid using his Hero power. He also felt his own magic get suppressed like at the Jaguar Clan House when Bezzi-ibbi had used his mojo there. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation.

  Gonzo nodded briskly and got back to business. “Our mission is both simple and complex. We are going to be traveling to Berber, the country to the north and the central country of this continent. It is primarily settled by Terrans with a strong Areva presence in the ruling class, most of them nobles from Hanana to the northwest.

  “We’ll be crossing through the Tolstey mountains by way of the Stem River. This will lead us to Rose Lake. We have a party that will be waiting for us there to bolster our strength for the last leg of the journey.

  “We’ll be following the shortest route to Mensk, the capital city of Berber. Our route will take us up the Berber Army road near the Berber Mountains, heading into the Fertile Valley where most of the farmland is. We’ll be resupplying in Tauris and then heading north to Mensk.

  “Vitaliya and I,” he said, gesturing at the redhead girl, “came here on a flying ship that travels between Tolstey and Mensk once a year. The ship already left, so we have to travel on foot, or via magic-powered vehicles.

  “Your individual assignments and cover stories will vary. Your mission specifics are being left up to your group to decide. Our overall mission is to discover and expose terrorist and/or cultist activity and capture a leader alive for interrogation. Your secondary mission is to prevent any more loss of innocent life.

  “You were chosen for this mission because you have a reputation for results in circles that matter, you are all unknown in Berber, and a number of you are Bonded, mages, and Heroes. This assignment will require infiltration of the Berber aristocracy, where we have reason to believe at least some funding for terrorist activity is originating.

  “The only nonnegotiable guidance I have is that at least one person must attend the Mensk Officer Academy, which is really just a magic and etiquette school for children of the aristocracy to play soldier at. This will be our primary means of infiltrating the ruling class.

  “My government and the Tolstey government have several plans in motion to protect its interests. Your group is just one of them.”

  There was a few moments of silence before Mareen asked, “But why us, or at least, why Henry and Jason?”

  “Yeah, aren’t we a little old to be going back to school?” asked Henry.

  “There are several answers to that question,” replied Gonzo, looking at Mareen. “The first is that Dolos orbs are uncommon and incredibly expensive. They’re usually very rare to come across. Meanwhile, your little group seems to be finding them practically under every rock.

  “While it’s true that more orbs are on the market now than ever since Dolos made his planet-wide announcement, the added danger of acquiring them has actually made the average price rise. Spirit stones can’t even be found. Since most aristocrats from notable Families are either powerful mages by ancestry or orb-Bonded through wealth, it makes agent placement difficult.

  “So what you’re saying is that normal people won’t work?” asked Mareen.

  “Correct,” answered Gonzo. He continued, “The fact that you are legitimately unknown is important. Agents from Berber always run the risk of being recognized or identified. Our only hope of infiltrating the aristocracy is to basically invent a new Family. This is only usually possible through a rapid rise in power from a new transplant. We can’t just create a Family out of nothing, and it can’t be fake. This approach would be too easy to disprove. For a successful cover story, we will be legitimately creating noble Houses.”

  “We’re going to be nobles now?” Henry asked. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. As a younger man, the idea would have excited him, but now it sounded like a huge pain in the ass.

  “Effectively, yes. The Berber Crown has given me deeds to land and other documentation to make everything legitimate.”

  “This doesn’t make much sense. Can’t you just buy information from informants you already have?” Uluula sounded extremely skeptical.

  “We have already tried and our efforts have not been successful. Meanwhile, people continue to die or go missing in our larger cities. Many of them are children.” Gonzo’s expression was serious. “This is not a game. I wouldn’t call the situation desperate yet, but the possibilities we shared with Governor Holtz are terrifying. My country’s ruler directly approached the queen of Tolstey and came to an agreement.”

  Uluula said, “So basically, you couldn’t buy informants, so you’re creating them.”

  “Exactly. Berber called in a favor. If some of you, probably Henry and Jason, are Berber nobles, it will obviously actually make you citizens of Berber. To be honest, this is a play between the queens, too. The Tolstey queen is giving up resources to maintain security and prevent a possible cult uprising.

  “As for your question about age,” Gonzo said, looking Henry in the eye, “aristocrats don’t really have anything to do. It’s not uncommon for noble sons and daughters to attend school later in life, especially while looking for marriage prospects. Additionally, and more importantly, you are Bonded now. You will live for at least a few hundred years unless someone or something kills you.

  “You need to stop thinking like an Earthling. You are on Ludus now. Age matters a lot less—”

  Gonzo was interrupted by a shriek.

  Henry quickly spun, his adrenaline spiking, but calmed when he saw Tony in the doorway to the garage, shaking and pointing an unsteady finger. Henry absently thought, Huh, I forgot the kid was in there. He must have just woken up. My bad.

  Tony sputtered for a couple seconds before uncharacteristically cursing, “What the hell is she doing here?”

  “Nice to see you too, cousin Aodh.” Vitaliya smiled warmly. Henry felt a chill run down his spine.

  I got a bad feeling about this.

  * * *

  Jason flew through the air, eventually pulling his new goggles out of a pocket and putting them on to protect his eyes. The goggles weren’t that great. When he’d commissioned them a week before, he’d gotten what he had asked for, not what he wanted. They were made of glass and rubber, and weren’t easy to see out of. The glass was kind of smoky. It still beat freezing his eyeballs, though.

  Jason had been flying for several hours. He was following the meandering trail that he had traveled months before with the Georgetown village. The trail was hard to see sometimes through the trees, and he had to backtrack occasionally. He was still making excellent time, though.

  He judged he was travelling over 100 miles an hour since he spent so long in freefall between teleports. His travel was hard to control, but from high in the air, following a path through the forest, he could manage it.

  He was really impressed by his endurance now that he was second rank orb-Bonded. There was no way he could have hoped to travel so far as first rank. Second rank not only gave him more power, it also helped with his control. Jason calibrated each teleport vector to make the most of his speed, getting the greatest distance possible.

  He would shoot forward at a 45-degree angle, eventually plummeting back towards the ground, and as soon as he thought he hit terminal velocity, he would repeat the process as far away as he could teleport, converting his freefall into flight of sorts.

  Jason was glad he didn’t get motion sickness, or he’d have been miserable.

  He figured it was going to take most of the day to reach his destination. What he was most concerned about was where he would spend the night. Security was definitely an issue. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

  The trip was boring after a while. Other than the handful of times he couldn’t see the old road anymore and had to search for it, the travel itself
was fairly simple. He’d found a groove. It gave him time to think.

  He wasn’t entirely sure what to do for the near future. He was obviously going to travel to Berber with Henry and help root out the cult-based conspiracy, but it felt small to him. It was important, but if he and Henry ever wanted to get home, they had to unite the world. Hell, they probably needed to do something significant just to survive. He was starting to think of the task Dolos had given them as their “main quest.”

  War was coming.

  Jason pondered the favor that Dolos still owed him. He wondered what he should do with it. In fact, he wondered how he could even call it in. Keeja was supposed to be their liaison with Dolos, but she’d been gone for weeks.

  Jason wasn’t sure what to think about the main quest, but at least he was doing something productive now. He considered his current mission a side quest. Having a task and a clear goal was refreshing.

  It was especially handy that he could travel so fast. Jason had been doing some reading about magic, at least what he could. The Air school of magic was common, so there was a good deal of information on it.

  When air mages flew, the amount of effort sounded similar to the null-time shields he could create. Jason didn’t even want to imagine creating null-time shields all day. Plus, flying required a constant effort, whereas Jason’s teleport travel was just brief bursts of magic between gliding and free falling.

  If he thought about it critically, he was really a lot faster than he had any right to be. For an air mage to replicate his speed and range, they’d probably have to be at least a 6th rank orb-Bonded. He wasn’t even sure if natural mages of such power existed on Ludus. He should find out.