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*sigh* Never imagined we'd get a hot meal indoors safe and sound, after so many days on the run.

That Bagpipe girl must be the darling of everyone. We were all gushing to her about how good her stew was.

Mm, she's definitely not bad on that front.

How's your discussion on settling down? Has it been smooth?

We're all decided. Anyone who can't handle rushing'll stay behind. They'll borrow two storehouses to tuck away in for the next two days.

Refugees scuffling with caravans but never actually stealing anything, that's dead common. The law won't get hung up on that.

In a few days, they won't be mentioning it on the radio anymore, and we won't need to hide. Then we can get to building our own houses.

Er, but the few with Oripathy'll be living a bit ways out from the village.

The people here are very friendly.

*sigh* Yeah, they are. If anyone sheltered us while we were still running, we wouldn't be in this sty of a state now.

Not that it's anyone's fault. Didn't used to be much hassle taking in a bunch of refugees or the like, but life's getting scarier for everyone now.

Look at Selmon, the colleen. If she and her brother had someplace to take them in, she wouldn't be running from settlement to settlement, kicking up all this fuss.

She could spend the night in the village like us, but she's all stubborn about hiding outside. Since she stole a man's stockbeast here once, see, and now she's awkward about running into him...

...*sigh* You never heard it from me. You let her know, she'll be on my case about disrespecting her again.

Good evening...

Oh, Moran? What are you doing here, so dark out? I'll send you back while the lamps are still lit...

Thank you, but I'm used to making my way in the dark by now...

...Is Reed here, if you don't mind?

You're looking for her? She went out on her own.

Maybe Reed's got something on her mind... Selmon hasn't spoken so much as a word to her since she got here.

Don't worry, Bagpipe's gone to find her.

Hm... actually, put it this way. Our bigger concern is if Reed gets annoyed by the noise.

Whoa, sorry!

...It's alright.

Oh, I wasn't watchin' out, didn't think there'd be anyone here. It all goes pitch dark every time they sound the bell. Takes a moment for my eyes to adjust.

Lucky it's you I ran into. Might've knocked anyone else clean over.

Thought they said they wouldn't need anyone on watch tonight, though?

I just... wanted to sit for a while outside.

Oh, it's the smell of the hay, isn't it? Wonderful, that.

...Hay?

Yeah, that's hay piles over there. Been ages since I was around the smell, so I came out to get a proper whiff of them.

Back when I was preppin' to get into military school, I'd have headaches from studyin' so much theory. So I'd just get onto a hay pile and lie back for a bit, and I'd feel right as rain again.

Mum always told me off for bein' lazy, said I shouldn't quit thinkin' about questions just because thinkin' gets too hard... but havin' too much stuff goin' on in your brain does wear a person out, y'know.

...Mm.

So, give me your hand a sec?

Um...

Come on, here now, let's lie down together! Just for a bit!

I'm not so good at thinkin' over stuff, so I might not be of much help to you, but the hay will be, I'm sure of it!

...Thank you.

Where's Reed, can I ask? They said, she'd gone out.

I'm right here.

...Sorry. Excuse me, but am I able to go with you?

I don't mind where it is. I've still got some strength, I can work... and fight.

......

You want to... fight?

I do. They all say I won't live much longer, that my only option's dying without a word in some corner.

I don't agree with that.

'If you want to survive as a Taran, then change workshops, and accept lower pay'. 'If you want to survive as with Oripathy, then move out, and get to the Infected neighborhood'...

I'm done listening to all that.

Reed, I used to not be this way, but then I met you.

They tell me you're an Infected too. It's you who convinced Selmon and the rest to bring us here.

You... trust me, like Fionn does?

Please, no pressure, I... I don't want to be a burden on you, or anyone.

I just want to do something, anything. People like me have nothing left to lose as is.

If I can bring something or other to the rest of the Tarans, then I want to do it. If my legs will still walk forward, then I want to go with you.

......

I think that's fine. Reed, for now, let's go together. How about it?

...Let's go.

Here you finally are, Miss Harmonie. I was beginning to think I'd never see you today.

A wine tasting courtesy of the Viscount? How could I ever miss it?

But of course, but of course. A friend of the Marquess of Trent! You're the Viscount's guest of honor.

It's all thanks to your introducing me that I closed out that bit of prior business. I've been looking for an opportunity to thank you all this time.

Oh, it was quite nothing, Mr. Hall.

I've no noble personage, or even property in my name. At most, I'm just a messenger, scampering around so the ones in charge don't have to.

(Toasts)

Who might he be...?

The council's pet. A Mr. Fischer.

Oh? Well, I've certainly never heard of him before.

He only transferred to this county a short while ago. Youngsters like him tend to have to break their backs a little if they want a quick promotion.

Heheh. A universal truth, no?

You're too modest.

Oh, yes, I hear from some friends that the Dukes' armies are very frequently on the move now. They've put every core city of their duchies under strict martial law.

You've always been on top of the news... could you lend me a sly word, whether war seems imminent?

The papers certainly forecast it, don't they? After all, the Dukes' fleets did trundle up to Londinium's walls some while ago.

I'm not much concerned with the Sarkaz. I'm referring to between the Dukes... ahem, based on hearsay, that is. Just hearsay.

There's been a lot of Originium fuel circulating into County Trent. The Marquess and the Duke of Caster have always been jolly with each other, but County Trent and the Iron Duke's duchy share a border...

My, my, Mr. Hall, all intercity fuel trade requires inspection and approval. I presume you have some very good friends in municipal management, no?

Ha... haha, just for business purposes.

Miss Harmonie, you might not follow the war too closely, but... you came in from another city, didn't you?

You've been fortunate not to run into any hassle when you did, but I do ask you take care on the return journey.

I hear it's hideous in the villages beyond the nomadic cities. There's rebel elements popping up now and then. Even a case of arson a few days ago.

What sort of rebel elements are these to earn your attention?

Attention is a strong word—similar things happen in spades anywhere the bumpkins live.

It's that fire that's strange... hahah. This might not be true, so pretend I'm just telling you about some country tale.

Eyewitnesses say that fire wasn't quite your ordinary one. It was ferocious as an explosion, but not a hint of Originium explosives was found where it happened. And the nightmarish effort it took to extinguish it...

Miss Harmonie?

...Hm?

I'm sorry... I was just thinking about the dance tonight. Say, what color earrings would I be best off wearing?

...Sir, I assume you've seen the relevant dossier, as well as all my reports.

I suggest we commence operation immediately...

Very well done, youngster. Have you tried the whiskey-filled chocolates out on the table?

—!

I hope you're well, Duke of Caster. I didn't expect you would grace this party, let alone be waiting here.

Who could miss such a grand soirée? Just listening to the chamber performance blows my cares away, even from behind my partition.

I do hope you're enjoying yourself too.

I'm... still on duty. I can't be complacent.

Our every effort is made so that the masses can enjoy their serene lives.

Intelligence officers may be the lookouts, forced to keep a tense nerve even in times of peace, but you'll have your serenity one day.

Lest I forget. How's your health?

My gratitude for your concern, Duke. It floors me that you note the infection of an average intelligence officer like myself.

I—

Don't be nervous. You're not hiding anything. As I say, you've done very well.

By way of a reward, would you like a promotion after your mission is over, or would you like to quit?