Hogg didn’t like the idea of hunting monsters on their very first night out of town, but he promised to find a way to make it work sometime during their trip.

“That’s actually how I always planned on getting you your first levels, by fighting isolated monsters under direct supervision. Fighting a war against the undead and assassinating [Witches] wasn’t exactly my first choice for you.”

“Assassinating? That was in self-defense.” Brin looked both directions, checking if anyone was listening. Everyone was finishing up supper and chatting happily, and no one seemed to be interested in him and Hogg. It also wasn’t like Brin killing [Witches] was a secret or something to be ashamed of.

“So how is it going to work? I hadn’t really thought about how I would actually find the monsters. Will you be coming with us?”

“I should stay and protect the caravan. We’re actually traveling for free on account of me being a high level [Warrior].”

Brin snorted. “So we’re back to that?”

Hogg just shrugged.

Brin didn’t have to ask. Hogg told people he was a [Warrior] because he wanted everyone to think that he was a [Rogue] with some kind of shadow magic. He didn’t actually know if that was really necessary any more; after all, knowing that he was a [Conjurer of Hard Light] wouldn’t actually help you defend against it. If he had to guess, he’d say it was just that he’d spent his entire life hiding his Class and old habits die hard. But it was Hogg’s secret to tell.

There was still the question of how he’d find the monsters, and this wasn’t the place to ask about it, not until he knew how much of Hogg’s abilities he wanted to keep secret.

Pio sat down to start eating, one of the very last to get his meal. Brin moved over to sit next to him.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about today. It won’t happen again.”

“Bah!” said Pio, which Brin took as full and complete forgiveness.

“Cool, so I meant to ask. When Kevim got back to town he was talking about a ‘Migratory Disarrangement Chain’. Do you know what he meant by that?”

“[Hunters].” Pio shook his head dismissively. “They need big words for simple things.”

“It’s not simple for everyone. You have a whole Class built around understanding beasts,” said Brin.

“Yes, that’s an excellent point!” said Zerif, who appeared like a friendly ghost from who knows where. “Why don’t you explain it to the lad. And perhaps use your outdoor voice?” He gestured around to the other members of the caravan, many of whom were showing sudden interest.

Pio growled in annoyance, but couldn’t refuse an order from the [Caravan Leader]. He set his stew down on the trunk he was sitting on and stood up. “You’ve heard all this before, but let’s do it again, yes? Something made a large group of monsters and animals move all at once, and now we know what it was. Army of undead. So all the living things of the forest want to leave. Monsters, animals, birds, even bugs all move at the same time. So what happens? Let’s say a troll leaves his burrow. He finds a nice new cave to move into, but this cave is a Spinewolf den. Now Spinewolves must find somewhere new to live! They go live in a forest where Giant Spiders live. The Spiders need to go somewhere new. Now think of that happening a hundred times. A thousand times, in a thousand places. Monsters scurry around everywhere! It used to be, monsters stay away from the roads. Only now, they don’t know where roads are. They don’t know to stay away. So! What do we do? We keep our eyes sharp, always moving. We stay with the caravan. We do not poop alone. You think I like to watch? I don’t. It’s for safety. We do not open food that may attract monsters outside of mealtimes. Yes? You all know this. Oh, and one more. We do not use Skills to lure monsters to attack the wagons!”

At that last sentence, Pio threw a nasty glare at Brin.

He opened his eyes wide in shock. “I thought you’d forgotten all about that!”

Zerif laughed. “Yes, excellent. Thank you, Pio.”

Pio grunted and sat back down to finish his meal.

After dinner, Jeffrey took up his lute. He played a few simple songs, without any of the overwhelming emotional power that normally came along with his music. It was ambience music more than anything. Davi joined him and they sang a duet, though even then the music didn’t have any magic behind it. It was just pleasant music, which had a magic all its own.

They called Brin in to play the bassline of the next song, which he barely managed. He didn’t know the song after that, but Jeffrey took the time to teach it to him. After that they played it several times in a row, so that he’d get it memorized.

On the second play-through a woman started dancing. Brin was surprised when [Inspect] called her Mumeli the [Dancer]. Seemed like dancing wasn’t enough to make a whole Class out of, but if it was half as good as [Bard] he could see the appeal. She swayed her hips slowly to the beat, and while she was distracting enough that he had to look away in order to be able to keep playing, it was also clear that like Jeffrey, she was definitely restraining the bulk of her ability. He couldn’t help but wonder what Mumeli would be capable of if she put her back into it, so to speak.

The others of the caravan chatted happily, sipped on wine, or clapped in time to the beat. It was a laid-back party atmosphere, and he wondered if they did this every night. They reminded him of gypsies, to be honest. Cool Hollywood gypsies, not whatever the real world equivalent was in Europe.

All the practice gave him a notification.

Through training, you have increased the following attribute:

Mental Control +1