Bernt shuffled into the Underkeepers’ headquarters early the m, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes as Jori skipped along behind him. The little demon didn’t o sleep very much, and her chipper attitude always grated on him in the ms. It was one of the reasons he didn’t like getting up early in the first pce. But over the past month he’d gotten into the habit of showing up shortly after dawn, like most of the others. He he ter afternoon hours to study, train and look for a neartment.

  Wheered, he found Ed in the main room with Dayle and Fioing over their tasks for the day. Dayle, who was fag the dave him a cheerful, m-person wave.

  “M Bernt! You look plumb tuckered out for a fellow who just got here. Look like you could use a cup of coffee there.”

  Bernt gruhe older man ying up his eic m persona again to mess with him. He shook his head wearily and grumbled. “I’ll be fine.”

  He would be, he knew. As soon as the sun rose properly, anyway. By now, both Ed and Fiora had turned his way.

  “Ah, there you are,” Ed began, “I wao ask you – where the hells did you post those fliers yesterday? I’ve already had foblins e by here looking for work aly one dwarf. That’s pretty damned peculiar sidering that this is almost entirely a human town.”

  Bernt just shrugged, but Jori stepped in front of him, puffing out her chest proudly.

  “It was my idea!” she bragged excitedly. “You said that the new Uy would have dwarves and goblins. We brought one of the fliers toblin friend at the market!”

  Ed grunted nonittally. “I see... and what about everywhere else?”

  Bernt cleared his throat. “Well, we covered the entire Lower Distrid a bit more besides. We posted fliers at several guard stations – a few thought we’d get in the way of their own recruitment efforts, but the gate guards especially were friendly enough. Besides that, we put something up at most of the major interses, and I glued a few to a wall across from the Adventurers’ Guild’s notice board.”

  “Hmmm.” Ed hummed pensively. “Guess we’ll see who turns up over the few days.”

  “You know, the little runt might actually be on to something.” Dayle said thoughtfully. “Makes sehat goblins and dwarves would join up if they’re proteg their own unities. Why not take them?”

  Fiora snorted before Ed could answer. “Dwarves, sure. But goblins? We have to sell this to the publiehow. There’s a reasoy guard doesn’t have any goblins in it – people don’t trust them.”

  Dayle shrugged. “Who cares? They’ll be well out of sight down iunnels. Not much of a sdal if it's literally buried. We need people who fight, and goblins are meahan a wet sack of demons when it’s time to draw blood.”

  Jori cocked her head at the odd analogy, but didn’t ent.

  “It’s not going to help our public retions any.” Ed grumbled. “But we might not have much choice at this rate. We’ll see who es.”

  Just as he said it, the door opened again, and a human woman stepped inside. She was young, about Bernt’s own age, and dressed simply in sturdy boots and an impeccably and pressed tuni dark gray.

  Bernt reized her – she was a warlock.

  Stepping forward, she gave a quick, precise bow toward Ed.

  “Archmage Thurdred, my name is Josie, an associate solicitor rep as ordered, pliments of the Solicitors’ Office.”

  Dayle and Fiora exged a puzzled gnd frow the young woman in unison. Ed just offered her a polite nod.

  “Ah, perfect. I suppose that means Radast has heard the news.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, looking around at the others in the room a little suspiciously. When she saw Bernt, her mouth turned down a little at the ers. Apparently she remembered him. Great. “They are massing down below and several of our associated offices in other cities have noted an upti demonic activity.”

  “Alright,” Ed nodded and scratched at his for a sed, g Jori, and then back at Josie. ”Wele to the Underkeepers. You’ll be providing some legal and bureaucratic support for us, but your day-to-day is going to be as part of our new guard force, so you keep an eye ouation down below for us. you fight?”

  “I ,” she answered with a sharp nod, apparently not feeling the o eborate.

  “Ed,” Fiora said, eying Josie a little warily. “When were you going to tell us that you’re bringing a solicitor into the Underkeepers?”

  “Right now.” Ed said reasonably. “We have a demon running around in pin view. Having a solicitor in the anization is going to help with that. Josie’s mere presence will help us suppress rumors that Jori is operating without legitimate ht.”

  Bernt could feel the imp’s annoya that – she didn’t want a minder. But she didn’t let it show on her face as Ed went on.

  “Iri and I iated for the Solicitors’ support in dealing with the demonic duergar threat as part of our arra regarding Jori’s paperwork.”

  “Ed.” Fiora said again, this time with a clear note of warning. “That paperwork was done days before we found out about the dwarves.”

  “That’s right,” Ed said, smiling. A smile just looked wrong on him. Fortunately, it dissolved bato a more ral scowl a moment ter as he turned back to the warlock. “We have a few days to wait until the army turns over the space that we have marked out for the new Uy, so I’m sending you out with Bernt today on maintenance rounds.”

  “Uh… wait a minute.” Bernt interrupted, feeling more than a little armed at the dire this was taking. “Is this really a good idea? Weren’t you just talking about public retions?”

  Josie gave him a withering stare and opened her mouth to answer, but Ed was quicker.

  “You’re damned right I was. You have no idea what kinds of pints I've beeing from jumpy citizens who see you running around with Jori out there. The two of yoing to get well acquainted – being seen with a solicitor only help with that situation. I would suggest a bit more politeness on your part, Bernt. We have a lot of work to do on that score. We didn’t get the Solicitors’ support for nothiher.”

  “Ah,” Bernt flushed and swallowed. He looked over to meet Josie’s cool gaze. “Uh. I apologize, that was rude.”

  “Good.” Ed said. “Now. Jori, you’re with Fiora today. I’ll put the interns to work here for the day. Get out of here.”

  Jori nodded and skipped over to Fiora, who was already moving toward the door. Bernt thought she wouldn’t like Ed taking her minion for the day, but she seemed satisfied. He supposed that she liked w with the e. The little imp had been quick to endear herself to the other underkeepers by taking over a lot of the more onerous, sewer-tric activities when she was assigned with them. Uriah had transferred to the Loamfurth Underkeepers two weeks earlier, leaving nobody here who really objected to her presenymore. Several, like Fiora, seemed even to have grown attached to her. It was a best-case sario, as far as Bernt was ed.

  “Alright. Bernt, you and Josie here are going on rounds in the Lower District, and there’s a tannery out in the Dyers District that needs a clog sorted out.” He held out a roll of paper. “The report’s in there.”

  Bernt accepted the list with a slight grimace. Then, Josie his best attempt at a diplomatic smile, he said. “Alright the’s get started.”

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  The Dyer’s district was an area outside the walls that housed industries like tanning and dyeing – busihat were too puo be allowed ihe walls. Of course, people still lived there. The dyers and tahemselves were rgely immuo the stend it was one of the few areas where goblins or orcs could find a roof to sleep under. Its sewer system was blocked off from the main system by a system of sturdy, steel grates where the tunnels passed underh the walls, expensively ented to resist corrosion.

  “So, uh… what you do?” Bernt asked, trying to break the awkward silence as the two of them made their way toward the southern gate.

  Josie arched a well-groomed, bck eyebrow at him.

  “...as a warlock, I mean.” Bernt added.

  “Ah,” she replied. “Well. I’m a solicitor. We mostly specialize in managing information. I have a tract from the fourth hell that primarily gives me access to a soul-trag ability, as well as some minor bat support.”

  Bernt swallowed. “Uh… okay, great.” He wasn’t sure how useful trag souls would be to anyone, but he supposed he didn’t really know very much about warlocks – not beyond the horror stories, anyway. “How e you don’t have a demon with you?”

  Josie sniffed and shook her head slightly. “Service-tracts are rare. They’re expensive and they normally have a limited term, so you have to rehem. It’s a terrible way to build long-term power. My tract gives me perma access to a few abilities. It’s a lot safer. A demon that’s not on this pne anymore ’t do very much to subvert your tract after it’s made. It’s not as powerful as having a pacted ally, but it’s bought and paid for. ”

  “With souls…” Bernt said, not fully able to hide his disfort.

  “Yes,” Josie firmed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “With souls."

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” Bernt said a little defensively. “I mean… do you know what happens to them?” He’d seen Jori feeding on whatever those soul remnants were that the kobolds left behind when they died.

  The warlock watched him warily for a moment. “How long were you pnning to live with an unbound demon before you did any resear them? This is basics – something you could learn from a bestiary. They digest souls, take an aspect of power from them and then pass the soul on through the hells. They all work that way, in some fashion.”

  Bernt frowned. He didn't have a bestiary. Bestiaries were very expensive, especially ones with reliable information. So, they didn’t destroy souls, at least acc to the warlocks. He supposed they would be in the best position to know. Bernt didn’t know very much about demons or soul magic, but he did know that most of the temples teo take a worst-case view of anything infernal. Street preachers often railed against demonifluences and the hells’ desire to destroy the immortal souls of the faithful.

  “So.” Josie asked after a moment, her tone carefully ral. “Why do you keep a demon around if you’re so paranoid about warlocks?”

  Bernt scoffed. “She ractically a baby – I wasn’t just going to kill her. I’m not a monster. Besides, I feel her mind through the familiar bond. She’s not evil, and she doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment. From the publibsp;or from the Solicitors. Doesn’t mean I want to go around making deals for infernal power. It’s unprofessional for a mage.”

  Josie stared at him, taken aback. “You… what?” She looked away, shook her head, took a few steps and threw up her hands.

  “What?” Bernt asked, annoyed now.

  “You’re. An. Idiot.” She decred, emphasizing each word. Then she just kept walking.

  Bernt wrestled down his growing irritation and followed. Of course a warlock wouldn’t uand something like passion, or a mage’s professional pride. It was ridiculous to expeything else.

  Passing through the gate, the two made their way into the Dyers’ District. The tannery iion was located on the east side, he river. It wasn’t hard to find – they just had to follow their o where the smell was stro. Bernt knocked on the door, but it looked like no one was there. In fact, the whole street seemed abahey would have to approach the clog from below.

  Bernt looked around for the access shaft and found it over a hurides away, at a small interse. Lifting the metal cover, he eyed Josie in her impeccably clothes, with her long, glossy dark hair spilling down over her shoulders and tried to keep the doubt off of his face.

  He had a feeling that she was not going to like this. But Ed had said to show her the ropes.

  “Ehm. We’re going down there. This is going to get pretty messy.”

  “Yes, I know,” Josie said, gring at him. “What’s your point?”

  “You might want to tie your hair up.” He said carefully. “Sometimes, you ’t evehe smell out with magic at the end of the day.”

  Her expression lightened. “Right.” She pulled a rge handkerchief from her pocket and tied her hair up with practiced efficy.

  Now that Bernt aying attention, he realized that she didn’t seem particurly bothered by the stench – even here. She had a strong stomach. He didn’t want to think about what that said about the kinds of things that warlocks got up to.

  A mier, both of them sloshed through knee-deep muck that had backed up behind whatever was obstrug the drainage system downstream from them. Bernt didn’t dare use fire magic here – the air was so foul that it might ig the first spark. So he began casting a traditional mage light to send out in front of them.

  He almost had the spell finished when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

  “Stop,” Josie hissed. “There’s something down there!”

  But it was too te. As the words left her mouth, the spell activated. A steady blue light pierced the gloomy darkness around them and shone off of the eyes of something in front of them – something as big as a bear, and equally brown and furry and angry, with huge, pointy saber teeth that absolutely did not belong on a beaver.