The next day, life in Hammon’s Bog was strangely normal. The milk was still delivered to his doorstep. The [Laundress], the one who wasn’t a [Witch], still delivered his clean clothes, and he heard Hogg’s snores coming from the other bedroom. He had no idea when Hogg had come home last night; it might’ve been five minutes before Brin woke up, so he left quietly. Outside, people walked the streets of the town like any other day. There were more children everywhere, that was one difference. Now that the town’s cattle had taken over their primary playplace, they’d been pushed to the streets. If anything, it made the town seem happier and more energetic than usual. To these kids, the war was a big adventure. To most of them, at least. Here and there he saw the red, puffy eyes of some child to whom a sudden loss made the war all too real.

A good night’s sleep had closed Brin’s wounds well enough that he wasn’t afraid that he’d open them again, but that didn’t do anything for the soreness. Every part of his body ached, worse even than they had last night. He hoped a quick walk would alleviate some of that, but he was second guessing that decision. He wanted to go back to bed and sleep for three more days. No, he couldn’t afford to do that right now. He needed to know what was going on with the attack.

He made his way to the western gate first and found it closed up tight. There were [Hunters] in the towers, but they weren’t shooting arrows. One on each tower looked outward, head swiveling slowly as if scanning the area, while three more sat on stools. There wasn’t an immediate threat, which gave rise to the question of why not.

No one that he stopped on the street knew any more than he did, although everyone was happy to talk about it as if they knew everything. Sure, he could ask Hogg when he woke up, and he would, but from seeing the walls and the fact that Hogg was asleep instead of out here told him enough. The battle was over for now. The undead had withdrawn. For how long, he didn’t know, and wouldn’t know until they showed up again in force.

He didn’t feel like cooking so he had the vague idea of buying breakfast, but when he got to the public house it was packed to the brim with people. Every single chair was full and many people simply stood around, all of them speaking loudly over each other. He peeked through the window to see Hela running back and forth between the bar and the kitchen, while a harried-looking Effa Peck shouldered her way through the crowd, delivering drinks.

Brin decided to cook for himself today after all. First, he decided to check next door at Perris’ place.

The adventurer’s outfitting shop was more crowded than he’d ever seen it, and a long line went from Perris counter all the way out the door. Brin dutifully stepped to the back of the line, which thankfully moved pretty fast. When he got inside, the shelves were almost bare, picked over by townsfolk suddenly realizing that they needed weapons, armor, and anything they could get. Even Perris’s vaunted display case with his most expensive swords was empty.

By the time Brin got to the front of the line, the crowd in the store was dying down, if only because there wasn’t much left for sale. Backpacks, field rations, knick-knacks, and leather goods like belts remained, but little else.

He expected to see Perris looking as worn-out and exhausted as Hela and Effa, but the man was more cheerful than Brin had ever seen him.

“You look happy! Should I be scared?” said Brin.

Perris gesticulated with his hands, not even bothering to stroke his mustache. “Ha! Not unless you’re here to buy something. I’m having a very good day. After how much I’ve already made today, I won’t have to work again for ten years if I don’t want to! Twenty! No one is even bothering to barter. I say a number, and they slap the money on the table and run. I can’t believe I thought I would have to advertise yesterday. There’s no advertisement as good as an army of the dead.”

“A true life lesson,” said Brin.

“I see you haven’t selected anything. I’m all out of consumables, if that’s what you’re after, and I don’t have time to chat today, regretfully.”

“Oh, no that’s not it. See, I got to thinking. Yesterday, while I was being sliced to pieces, I was thinking about how nice it would be to not get sliced to pieces.”

“Yes, I see what you mean. When you arrived at the battle, you were already covered in wounds. An understandable mistake, but I can tell you where you went wrong: You’re supposed to get wounded during the battle. Not before.”

Brin slapped his forehead. “So that’s how it’s supposed to go. That makes a lot more sense than what I tried.”

“I should start charging for my wisdom, now that I have nothing else left to sell,” Perris said with a grin.

“Actually, I was wondering about my armor,” said Brin.

“Oh, very well,” said Perris. “One moment.”

He went to his back room, and returned a moment later with Brin’s chimera-leather armor. It was as fine as everything Perris made. It was a deep reddish-brown, the chimera’s natural coloring, but finely cut and polished. When Brin had given it to Perris, it had been little more than bloody ragged strips, but now it looked brand new again.

Perris thumped it on the table and sneered at it. “I was right about getting a level off this. It was an absurd amount of work. Ridiculous. I told you when you bought it the first time that I’d repair it for free. I’m amending that promise now: I’ll resize it for free as you get older and I’ll repair small scrapes. If you tear it to pieces again, I’ll have you pay for my time and mana.”

Brin chuckled guiltily. “That’s fair.” If Perris were half the cutthroat that everyone accused him of being, there was no way he would have done this for free even the first time. He guessed that the reason no one was arguing with his prices was because he was still selling everything less than [Value Sense] told them it was worth. “You’re a good man.”

“Keep your voice down if you’re going to talk like that,” Perris said with a sniff.

Brin left the store, and dropped by Calisto’s place next. A sign on the door warned, “Inventory sold out. DO NOT ENTER unless to pick up a finished order. Currently not accepting new orders.”

He thought that Calisto would probably make an exception for him, but he didn’t actually need anything that urgently. He just sort of wanted to buy stuff. He should’ve thought of this before the attack.

Nothing left to do, he wandered over to Davi’s house, and found his friend filling bottles with milk in the workroom while Myra sat on a stack of empty crates chatting with him.

“Wow, Brin! I didn’t think you’d be walking around again so soon,” said Davi. “Mom says that you got all cut up by the same monster that got to Yon. How, um, how are you doing?”

Brin was a little surprised that Bruna had told her family about Basil. Then again, it wasn’t something you could hide forever.

He rolled his shoulder, demonstrating that it was fine, although his muscles groaned in protest. “It looked a lot worse than it was. A good night’s rest and I’m fit as a fiddle. How’s Yon?”

“Mom won’t let him get out of bed until the swelling goes down. Some of his cuts were infected,” said Davi.

Myra stared closely into his eyes. “Are you sure you’re ok? I heard that thing was a [Witch’s] familiar, spying on the town.”

“I’ll be fine,” said Brin. “This isn’t my first time getting cut up like this.”

“Think you might be ready to start our workouts up again soon?” asked Davi.

Brin shook his head. “I think we should postpone those for the time being. We’ll need all our strength for when the undead come back. We don’t want to be caught too tired to lift a sword if the undead come at dawn right after our workout.”

Davi sighed, but nodded. “Do you really think they’ll come back? We gave them a good thrashing.”

“They will,” said Myra, without a hint of doubt.

Brin asked, “What makes you say that?”

“Mom thinks so, and… don’t look at me like that, I said she thinks they’ll come back. She doesn’t know for sure. With everyone putting fate-catchers everywhere she can’t see much with her Skills. But she’s certain they will. She says that they’ve set up an entrenchment in the forest somewhere and they’re grouping up for one big attack. They’re going to wait until they have enough numbers that they can completely overwhelm us. She thinks yesterday’s attack was a mistake, that the [Witch’s] spy sent the call for attack too early, and we all got a bunch of free levels as a result. Even I got some levels.”

Brin used [Inspect].

Name

Myra Corrigid

Race

Human

Age

Level

Class

Weaver

Description

Myra is a close friend. She likes you, but Davi likes her.

Skills

[Spin] - Myra is able to twist materials into thread.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

[Weave] - Myra can turn thread into fabric.

[Manipulate Thread] - Myra can move thread with the application of mana. She can imbue mana into thread, giving it additional properties. This Skill has been upgraded twice.