Chapter Two-Hundred Forty-Seven
The next couple days are almost a bit of a halfway point between waiting and doing, like packing your bags for a big trip. It doesnt feel like theres much to do, but youre also incredibly busy while doing it.
Berdol actually works great with Thing and Queen. They have him test all sorts of things for moving metal embedded in other materials, and he heads to bed with an eager tiredness each time. The kind of tired that makes you look forward to getting tired again, knowing youve actually done something.
The tests are looking pretty encouraging, too. It looks like the force Berdol can exert on metal inside materials is proportional to the strength of the metal. A stronger metal mage could probably do some damage, but even they will only be able to do so much with a bit of foil. A composite with metal also looks to be more resistant if the metal is a single piece, instead of links in chainmail.
It looks like the pieces can move a bit against each other, but with a single large piece embedded, its difficult to get traction to do anything. And again, with the embedded foil, its difficult to do much anyway. I think a honeycomb will give a bit more to grab onto for a metal affinity, but all the resin and silk in and around it will basically make it impossible to tear out of the armor. Other materials also seem to get in the way of noticing the metal in the first place, and I wouldnt be surprised if Thing can obfuscate it further with enchantments.
At the Southwood, were starting to get reports back from the forward scouting base. Theyre pretty confident theyve mapped out the Maws borders, and have a few potential angles to try sending in the tunnelbores to dig our own way into the Maw. The team of scouts have successfully done a delve, and are carefully mapping it out.
As far as Leo and Honey can tell, the information seems legit. The details contradict with some of the suborned rockslides, so Im cautiously optimistic theyre as good as they said they are. It also hints that the Maw isnt more attentive than me, which is a relief. Id imagine it would have an easy time getting an exact number from the townsfolk or the clergy about how many are delving, but it hasnt bothered to cross reference. Three people isnt enough to make it notice extra bodies, so it also probably has regular delvers.
From what Lechula and Merrik said, it probably has more delvers than usual right now, what with the recruits needing to train and gain levels.
The changeling lady has also started her infiltration of the town. She hasnt reported much back just yet, but she warned everyone thatd probably be the case. She cant be tracked back to the base if she doesnt go back. My other eyes and ears havent noticed any significant change in the activities of the town and the Maw yet, so things are probably not a disaster yet, right?
Jen
She really hopes she hasnt bitten off more than she can chew. She told Thedeim she could sneak in and get information about the town, and she doesnt intend to make herself a liar.
Still, shes nervous. Shes used to working solo, but even on her own, she always had the guild to retreat to, whether it was the thieves or adventurers, it didnt matter. But here, she doesnt have anyone even theoretically nearby to try to pull her out of any mess she might get into. No safety net makes her a bit nervous, but just like any acrobat that might work without one, shes good enough to not need it.
Hopefully.
She crushes that small bit of doubt just as she crushes the urge to scratch her beard. She should have taken a pale elf form, but the best place she could find to slip in as an unnoticed worker was in an industry with mostly dwarves: hauling. Moving goods all over has enough turnover and crossover between different overseers that she had no trouble slipping into the role.
Well, maybe a little trouble. She did some careful exploring to learn the tunnels, but changing her shape can only change her strength so much. Thankfully, she was able to shyly admit to her superior that she hasnt been hauling long. He just gave a deep sigh, clearly being used to having sudden inexperienced people on his payroll.
Shes been assigned a regular route thats not too long, though the loads are heavy. She almost asked where they would even get milk down here, but managed to keep her silence and her cover intact. Seeing the caverns with rich loamy soil didnt explain anything, until a fat worm poked out and crawled over to a dwarf with a pail.
She squints at him. What, just dump it in front of your shop?
He laughs and shakes his head, and leads her to what she mistook as a partially buried barrel. When he removes the lid, she can see shes not fully wrong about that. The barrel has a large hole in the bottom with a pipe leading deeper. My tank is buried, with my workshop in my cellar. Im surprised nobody noticed you not bring back the first set of canisters. But youre supposed to pour the milk and bring them straight back, instead of leaving them here.
She looks surly at that information. "But there were empties outside that I brought back."
The elf just looks apologetic. Those were decorative. You couldnt know. But now you do. Oh! He brightens as he gets an idea. Come with me and Ill get you a bit of cheese as an apology. Its very popular.
She puts on a cautious look and nods. Shes usually not too much of a cheese person, but the locals are pretty skilled in making it. Even if the image of a worm getting milked will haunt her dreams. She follows him to a large cellar door and down a wagon ramp.
Whats with the ramp? I didnt know you did the kind of volume to need a full wagon, instead of a hand cart.
He chuckles as they get to the main floor, and she can see the simple equipment required for making cheese. I usually do bulk orders, but Ive also been experimenting with new varieties. My latest one has been much more of a success than I could have ever hoped. If theres much more demand for it, I might not get to make simple wheels for much longer!
He leads her to a rack of lumpy molds, and its not until he upends one and hands her the contents that she realizes what shes looking at.
Youre making the cheese kobolds? she asks, flashes of the tavernkeeper playing in her mind as he nods.
I am! I thought it might be the perfect way to help.
She nods absently at that, her mind churning. Theres something more to this cheese maker than meets the eye, shes sure of that. She just doesnt know what. For now, she files his statement away and offers her hand.
Im Jen, by the way. Never introduced myself. Im still getting used to hauling.
The elf smiles and shakes her hand. Im Serd.
The two make small talk as they head back up and pour the milk into the bottomless barrel. Shes glad her current persona isnt exactly chatty, it gives her time to think about what Serd said.
He said he wanted to help, but never said who. The townsfolk would assume he means the Maw, of course. Shes starting to suspect otherwise. Shell need to be careful, though. If her suspicions are wrong, she could be captured as an ordinary rebel or heretic or something, rather than a spy. The end result probably wouldnt be much different. But if shes right She might have a valuable insider to find not only the kobold enclave, but to keep the townsfolk from all attacking when the time comes.
