About a dozen minutes passed. I spent most of them thinking about the broth.
It had gone out. I’d watched it go. Nearly everyone in the room had a bowl at so point. And then the bowls ca back. Mostly full.
That was... not helpful.
The base stock had been fine. I’d checked it that morning. Sa ratio. Sa process. Nothing had changed from the previous batch. The potato adjustnt had been necessary. I’d monitored it. That should’ve corrected the salt balance. The timing had been off at the start, yes, but I’d brought it under control by mid-morning.
I ran through each variable, one at a ti. Nothing ca up wrong.
The broth had been good.
The broth had gone largely unfinished.
Those two facts weren’t supposed to coexist. I intended to find out why before I made it again.
The council chair was the first to recover. He stood, straightened his coat, and announced he needed to speak with the garrison about the morning’s outcos.
He was already halfway to the door while saying it.
It sounded less like a plan and more like a sentence assembled to justify leaving.
The guild representative picked up his paper and coat without addressing anyone. He exited with the kind of efficiency that suggested he’d concluded the morning and identified the door as the correct next step.
The rchant lingered last. He paused at the threshold, looked at Arveth, then at , then back at Arveth.
He nodded once.
Then he left.
"The broth travels well if anyone changes their minds," I said.
Mostly to the closed door.
I looked at the pot. Then at the bowls.
Still no answer.
Lenne closed her ledger. She put on her coat, which was the first ti she’d moved it from the back of her chair since arriving. On her way out, she gave Arveth one look.
Then she left without saying anything.
I noted the ledger was closed.
Added cold broth, remaining quantity, address tonight to the list.
Renner stood about two minutes later. Sa focused look he’d had during the previous situation. He gathered his things.
As he passed the counter, he said sothing brief. I caught "morning" and "confirm."
The rest didn’t land. I was still on the broth.
Then the door closed behind him too.
Torvel spoke from table two.
"I need to survey another quarter of the channel routes this afternoon."
He said it like a man stating a scheduling detail.
His two associates closed their notebooks at the exact sa mont. First ti I’d seen them closed. They stood imdiately after.
Torvel climbed down from his chair with the precision of soone navigating furniture not built for him. He didn’t comnt on it.
Three sets of footsteps headed for the door.
"There’s broth left," I said.
Because there was. And I was still not over it.
"I could wrap so for the road. It holds well in a sealed container. And the revised recipe, I’m thinking a lighter base next ti, less reduction, would benefit from a comparison batch if you happened to have an opinion about the current version."
Torvel did not stop.
The door opened. Then it closed.
I doubted the associates had looked up at any point.
I wrote lighter base, less reduction, comparison batch on the list. Then I tried looking at the problem from a different angle.
Vassara stood from the hearth chair. Her coat settled into place like it had already decided how it was going to fall.
"I’m going to look at the dungeon dinsion in the eastern channel," she said.
Not to anyone in particular.
"The sewer route runs through territory next to my house. I want to see it directly."
She turned toward the door. Her three arranged themselves behind her.
Brenne was already standing before Vassara finished speaking.
"I’ll co with you," Brenne said.
Vassara didn’t turn.
"I did not invite you."
"I know," Brenne said flatly. She followed anyway.
Her wings were still spread. The light did sothing complicated to the ceiling as she passed under the corridor lamp. I didn’t fully track it. Probably consistent with previous behavior.
Her two followed behind her.
They looked tired. The kind of tired that doesn’t fluctuate. As far as I could tell, it hadn’t changed since this morning.
The door closed.
I stood behind the counter. I had the list. The cold broth. The lamp schedule.
And the silence.
The inn does silence well when it gets the opportunity. I generally appreciate that.
The hearth fire had settled into its lower-occupancy burn pattern. The corridor lamp was stable. The fog from the north corridor drifted just at the edge of my hearing.
It wasn’t asking anything of , which I appreciated.
Arveth was still there.
His four were distributed across the room.
The heavy one had positioned itself near the east wall. Like it had identified a preferred direction and committed to it.
The grey-green one was mid-motion. Weight forward. It had stopped where the guild representative had been earlier.
The small one still had the bundle.
The fourth one’s trailing edges moved slowly in the air near the hearth. Not toward the fire. Not away from it. Just... moving.
I took the ladle and tasted the remaining broth.
It was fine.
It was actually fine.
"I’ve been thinking," I said to Arveth.
Because I was going to resolve this. And sotis saying things out loud helps.
"About the broth. The pot is mostly full. That doesn’t usually happen. I’ve ruled out the base stock, the salt, and the timing. None of them account for it."
I set the ladle down slightly, then picked it back up again. Habit.
"I want to ask whether your colleagues had any reaction to it while it was out. Not whether they ate, I know they didn’t. But sotis guests who aren’t eating still respond to temperature. Or sll. That kind of thing can be useful when I’m trying to determine where a batch went wrong."
There was a pause.
Four seconds, approximately.
The four confird they had not had a response.
The small one confird it most precisely.
It was also slightly wrong.
I noted that.
Arveth watched for a mont.
"I would like to search the inn," he said.
I set the ladle down.
[SYSTEM LOG]
Common room occupancy. Previous count: full room. Current count: Aldous, Arveth, Arveth’s four.
Departed this session: council chair, guild representative, rchant, Lenne, Renner, Torvel with associates, Vassara with entourage, Brenne with entourage.
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