The remaining Kobolds abruptly left the field. The roads to both east and west were open. Longbeard Nineteen-names ordered defensive positions. Donovan Ten-names glared at Rhiann and cleaned his axe. The stout Gnome lieutenant said icily, “Rhiann, if you are Rhiann Klarje, you had to know the Shapechanger was not your Uncle Mayard Klarje, yet you led us to believe he was Sagain’s great benefactor. You helped a Shapechanger into our homes, confidence, and inner ranks.”
Longbeard added, “He certainly drank like your Uncle Mayard. Now I understand why the blighter never cast any spells. Donovan, lad, I’ve seen Rhiann produce Magick. He is at least a sorcerer, though I’d have sworn I was fighting beside a berserker from Valhalla or Paladin from San Francisco.”
Rhiann answered, “I’m merely following my Uncle Mayard’s plan. Until the moment of his death the Shapechanger thought I was my Uncle Mayard and the true Rhiann Klarje remained at the Hanging Gardens. The Shapechanger served my uncle loyally for many seasons. He was a true friend. I’m bereft and might add the Shapechanger served you well.”
Longbeard also cleaned his weapon all the while keeping his eyes moving around the perimeter. The Gnomes skillfully gathered the halvsies and kept alert. Longbeard asked, “Does Mayard remain at the Hanging Gardens?”
Rhiann said, “My Uncle Mayard stayed at the Hanging Garden in my guise. I didn’t understand my Uncle’s plan. He merely said it was important that I complete his mission and business with Roswell Kirkey and insisted he was needed at the Hanging Gardens. I am truly sorry that you were deceived.”
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