6th of Season of Air, 57th year of the 32nd imperial era
Blackfist guided Newt through the streets of Thunderbluff, leading him towards the Quarter of Crafts, where most guilds established their outposts. Soon, Newt noticed a peculiarity.
“Good morning, healer Dandelion,” greeted a passerby wearing a bright-yellow shirt and twin arrow tattoos on his cheeks.
“Greetings, Arrow,” Blackfist flashed a smile, and Arrow passed them.
“Dandelion, Dandelion, Dandelion…” rchants, passersby, and even the guards acknowledged Blackfist as he passed them, everyone with respect and a smile. Even so perfectly normal commoners greeted them, but they were much more formal than the people wielding power.
“Benefactor.” A woman with two children gave them a deep bow, her children mirroring the gesture.
“Honey, stop being so formal, please,” Blackfist said, tousling a boy’s hair, and faced Newt after they left the woman’s earshot.
“Who in their right mind nas their daughter Honey?” he whispered, but Newt’s brain was considering more important questions.
“Sir Blackfist, how long have you been here?”
“Ten to fifteen weeks, I think.” Blackfist answered without thinking. “Sotis I lose track of ti beyond what has happened in the last two weeks. And unless you want to address you as Mister Salamandra, call Dandelion. Just Dandelion. It is a fine na for a drifter.”
“Does everyone know you? How?”
Two more people greeted them during the brief exchange, a veiled woman with piercing erald eyes, clearly a traveler from far away, and another commoner rchant, who offered them a pair of skewers with at grilled brownish-gold and blackened vegetables.
Dandelion took the skewers and pressed two coins into the man’s palm in a single move. While the rchant begged Dandelion to take the coins back, the forr townlord simply continued talking.
“Not everyone, but a lot of important people. As for how, I told you, amiability is the key to life. Everyone needs sothing or has problems too big or too tedious for them to fix themselves. I give first, asking nothing in return, and people will almost always reciprocate in kind. Just like you.”
Newt said nothing. He realized Blackfist, no, Dandelion, often made him fall into contemplative silence in which he would question himself.
“How do you choose?” Newt asked eventually.
“The people I help?” Dandelion paused until Newt nodded in response. “Well, there are multiple factors. You never help those too weak more than once, they will never return the favor, and if you help them twice or more, they will demand help, expecting it as a heaven-granted right, and frankly you will no longer wish to assist such clingy people. You rarely get to help those much stronger. Their problems are too big, and if the solution requires intricate skill or profound knowledge, which if you possess, they might capture you and force you to slave away for them.”
Dandelion bit off a piece of at and chewed it in silence, only continuing after swallowing.
“Then, there’s the matter of personality. Sotis, a prostitute or a bandit deserves a second, maybe even a third, chance, and I extend a hand. Sotis, the honorable hero idolized by the masses is secretly a scumbag, and I avoid them.” Dandelion smiled at Newt, who seed just as lost as he was before Dandelion explained his approach. “I guess you will learn with ti and experience.”
Newt nodded. “Where are we going?”
“The scribes’ guild. You want to join, right? Library is important, but you have nothing to pay for access to the books you need, and your future guild has so relevant free literature for you. We can go to the adventurers’ guild later, if you still want to join.”
“How do you know where I wanted to go?”
Dandelion smirked. “I doubt you are here for the fancier brothels or to sell your non-existent wares. You are too irrelevant for imperial summons, know no other crafts—”
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“All right, all right, I get it.” Newt laughed. “You know, you are scarier than you were in my nightmares before I t you?”
“Oh?” Dandelion cocked an eyebrow. “I hope I am not your heart demon. You can quit magic outright if I am.”
Dandelion laughed and waved at a frowning man with a savage red beard and bushy eyebrows, whose face brightened, and he waved them back, sporting a carnivorous grin.
They made it two streets without Dandelion greeting anyone, but then Newt was forced to avoid a fat man at the second realm, coming to give Dandelion a bear hug.
“Stay well,” Dandelion clapped the fatty’s back, and they passed a wide boulevard, which acted like a physical line separating regular buildings from the more complex architecture. Tall yellow walls shielded gardens and obscured the sources of trickling, running water, while large shops with wide glass windows replaced the street stalls.
“Do you know anyone in the scribes’ guild?” Newt suddenly had an interesting thought. If Dandelion knew so many random passersby, he should know relevant people as well.
“I know one mber very well, and I have so passing acquaintanceship with several others. Sa goes for the alchemists’ guild, blacksmiths’ guild, herbalists’ guild, and several others.”
Newt was starting to know the man better, and he had a feeling about the casual smugness in Dandelion’s voice. “You are a mber of all those guilds?”
“Sharp.” Dandelion nodded. “That is one of the reasons I believe you will push your realm far. What you are lacking is not brains, but life experience.”
“I have experienced a lot,” Newt mumbled, but Dandelion smacked him in the back of the head like a mopping child that Newt was.
“You have experienced a lot of good things and so bad things. That is all. You are a virgin, never got drunk—”
“Shush!” Newt hissed in panic. “Not so loud.”
“There is no reason to worry about your secret.” Dandelion said with a cheerful smile. “Everyone can tell you are a virgin by the way you walk.”
Newt looked down at his feet, then his legs. He glanced at his reflection in the storefront, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, while Dandelion burst into laughter.
“Oh, hey Dandelion!” The confused store owner waved and Dandelion waved back.
“See?” the forr townlord said to Newt. “That is how much you lack experience.”
Newt grumbled and stopped asking questions. He spent the ti watching the large, dark man greet strangers, a small part of him finding the situation nice. He never had a friend who would pull harmless pranks or taunt him in a good natured manner like Dandelion.
No wonder he wants to be amicable with everyone. He’s great at making you relax, and so far he seems extrely trustworthy.
Given the amount of people waving at Dandelion, Newt no longer wondered about how the forr townlord had found him in front of the gate. It was possible he asked soone to watch out for his arrival or sothing.
“Are you constantly moving about?” Newt asked when he realized there was only one way to et so many people in a span of several weeks.
“Pretty much.” Dandelion shrugged. “I am strong and healthy, my need for sleep and sustenance minimal. So I work at night, while most decent folk are sleeping, not that I refuse to mingle with those less decent. During the day, I et people, share als with so of them, or grab a bite in the street like I did with you.”
They stopped in front of a gate with ‘Scribes’ Guild’ etched above the entrance in sharp, angular calligraphy.
“I will walk you inside and vouch for you. That way, you can take an early exam instead of waiting two moons until they gather a sufficiently large group.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. I do want my manarium back now, though. The other five can wait until you start earning, or you could join on a little outing I have in mind. Clear your debt, and earn so gems while you are at it. Alternatively, you can sit here, scribing seals, and pay back once you earn enough.”
“How much manarium do I stand to earn by working here?”
Dandelion explained the pitiful sum a beginner scribe could make as he led the way into the large courtyard, nodding at the guards, who nodded back. He entered the first building to the left where a large reception desk and a young blonde woman drawing doodles awaited.
“Dandelion.” She sat straight and smiled dreamily. “What brings you here this early?”
“Greetings, Dolorna. I brought an acquaintance of mine to take the test. It is an official referral, and he is going to smash the test, so you better call old Barb imdiately.”
“Guildmaster Barb will have your hide if you are wasting his ti.” Dolorna bit her lip, seeming genuinely concerned. Newt wondered what was going on. He was just there to take a test.
“Yes, yes, he will grumble, then he will see my young friend’s talent and try to snatch him from . I know how it works.” Dandelion turned towards Newt. “You owe Dolorna one first realm crystal, Newstar.”
Dolorna accepted the paynt with a giggle and left the building, while Dandelion bent to whisper in Newt’s ear.
“Her parents thought Dolor sounded refined and believed it ant wealth. No wonder she is depressed all the ti.”
Newt took a mont to piece together what Dandelion was talking about. He was about to respond when a high-pitched shout ca from outside.
“Dandelion, you have so nerve, calling here directly to test so brat after you refused to work as my assistant. Not only that, you’re wasting your ti and talent brewing swill with that fogey clown!”
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