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I've checked every inhabited street, and found no sign of Theo anywhere. All I saw were the flames on the townsfolk growing even stronger, as if a sudden gale had swept through.

What's more, everyone just seems used to it at this point. Getting rid of the flames would only terrify them. They'd only have numbness in their body.

Does this mean it's too late for the people of Na Saoirsí?

...No. I can't think that way. My first priority is to find Theo. I should go find that nomad named Brigid, the one Nemos mentioned.

But... would anyone really be willing to pitch a tent outside the city, just because they can't get into the Dark Woods?

'Walk out along the right side of the guard outpost, then wade through the creek'...

Ah. I think this is it.

A Perro with blonde hair. Tall, yet agile.

This must be the Brigid Nemos mentioned—

You know me?

No, I don't believe we've met before. Nemos asked me to come find you. My name is Reed.

You...

Brigid leans in slightly and twitches her nose twice but does not otherwise react. Loughshinny takes this to be the way the nomads greet each other.

You're not the red dragon from the city.

What? I'm not a red dragon at all, I'm just—

You're not the one from the city—you're a different one. A second dragon returning to the city... just like the old stories.

And you can tell with a single sniff?

Sure can. Your flames smell different.

But that's none of my business. What can I do for you, Reed?

Theo's gone missing. Nemos told me you might have an idea where he is. I've heard you often chat with him when you're in town.

He's missing?!

He went out this morning and never came home, and the city's in chaos today. We searched all over Na Saoirsí, both Nemos and I, but there was no sign of him anywhere.

But I saw him just before I left the city! He was doing fine—

No, I can't say he was 'fine'...

Anyhow, I went to the citadel after that, then left town. Haven't seen him since.

Where the heck could he be?

Theo! Theo!

Should've knocked him out and carried him back with me when I had the chance.

Say something, Theo! This time you're coming with me, you hear?!

Um, where are we, Brigid?

This plate was dragged out during the war, supposedly to appease some noble or other. But when they brought it back, it was left like this, barely clinging on to Na Saoirsí. And no one's bothered fixing it up.

Theo always hides out here when he's feeling wronged.

Could he have left the city?

...I've only seen one person leaving the gates—Emma from Lagran Street. Theo sure wasn't with her.

What's more, she was taking a cartful of who-knows-what to the entrance of the forest, all by her lonesome. She met up with someone there, they took the goods, then she came back by herself.

And she didn't notice you?

The cityfolk don't see too well. Or hear. Or smell. Besides, I was pretty far from her.

So she delivered a large shipment and returned by herself... Where did all those goods come from?

What does this Emma do for a living?

Runs a grain shop. I've delivered letters to her before.

So a shopkeeper... left the city... and now keeps close at home...

Seeing how this is the only lead we have, we should hurry over to Lagran Street.

Brigid? Reed?

Hello. You wouldn't happen to have seen Theo around, would you?

Theo? Did Nemos send you to find him?

That's right.

Nope, haven't seen him. Heavens knows where that boy has run off to. I hope he didn't skip town along with the spies that set the ag plate on fire.

How can you—

Brigid. We need to find him.

How about Emma, then? Have you seen her anywhere?

She closed up shop early today. Actually, I came to see if she might be willing to reopen for me, but... I guess I wasted the trip.

*Sighs* There it is again, that cold burnt smell. It's been everywhere in Na Saoirsí lately.... I can't stand it.

I've been meaning to ask: are you able to smell purple flames?

Yeah. The scorched stench of the red dragon's flames. Lately, even the cityfolk have been reeking of it.

It's not just the smell... The fire itself has spread to them.

What? How? I don't see any flames on 'em.

So you can't <i>see</i> them either?

I was gonna ask the same thing. You saying you can see the flames?

Then again... *Sighs* Makes sense. You being a dragon too, and all.

The cityfolk live so close to the other one, even worship her like a god—guess it was only a matter of time before they got burned.

Emma, it's me. Brigid.

Emma!

Is she not in?

With that purple flame stench comin' out of the keyhole? Must be <i>someone</i> in there. So what now? Break in?

...I don't see any other options.

Whoa, so dragon-fire can burn through locks, too?

...Let's save that conversation for later. We need to get in there.

Here, Officer, have a drink. We may not have a proper feast, but there's more than enough booze to go around.

Cheers.

Oh, if it isn't our resident Wakewoman. The Leader invited you too?

I'm here... to present the sacred instruments to the red dragon on behalf of the wakemen.

Ooh, offerings from the wakemen? Let's see what you've got... a whistle? And what else?

Samhain is almost upon us. The wakemen do not have much left to offer. This is all they could spare.

That's it?

My sincerest apologies.

Weren't you the one swearing to us you'd bring in those ritual doodads to give this celebration the dignity it deserves?

I'm sorry, I didn't think it through...

Who cares? It wasn't Nemos's idea, anyway.

I was against it from the start. What's so auspicious about offerings from people who deal with ghosts and corpses all day? We should be glad they only gave us a whistle.

Of course <i>you'd</i> take her side—she saved your life. But we can't just laugh this off! Tell us, Wakewoman, how do you plan to take responsibility for this?

Quiet!

This was not solely her responsibility. If you truly wish to hold the wakemen accountable for disrespecting The Leader, we can revisit the matter later.

Set aside the matter of the ritual objects for now. The Leader sent me ahead to make sure everyone is enjoying themselves.

These are difficult times, so we're keeping things simple—there will be no feast for the ceremony. But feel free to go and relax until she arrives.

Not you, Wakewoman. I expect you to provide Her Highness an explanation for your failure.

Perhaps you could take this chance to curry favor with the other officials. They could put in a good word for you later.

I'll... pass on that, thank you.

Quite the righteous one, I see.

Brigadier, sir, these fellows, have they always been like this?

Ha. Always?

The Bureaucrat once exhausted himself managing logistics for the Silverrock Bluffs front. He went days without sleep, until he was so worn out that he nearly collapsed on the Na Saoirsí agricultural plate.

The Cruel Officer is a cold-hearted scoundrel, to be sure. But during the war, the wealthy merchants and nobles hoarding grain near Na Saoirsí would tremble at the mere mention of his name.

The Torturer I've seen take pleasure in others wailing and screaming. But I've also seen him charge into the enemy ranks like a rabid tuskbeast.

Now, though? Had Her Highness not vetoed it, they'd probably be enjoying a lavish banquet right now, even with the city as it is.

*Sighs* Will our dear Brigadier ever remove that stick from his arse?

You look like you're in a bit of a mood too, Bureaucrat. What's wrong?

What's wrong is that the city's almost out of grain, and I'm responsible.

Well, what can you do? It was a poor harvest.

(*whispers*) Besides, didn't I tell you to pin it on the Victorians? That Emma girl said exactly what you told her to, and the townsfolk took the bait, so what's the problem?

(*whispers*) Even if there <i>is</i> a famine, these people treat The Leader like a god. They'd never turn on us, never.