The Blog of Roon

Renate is going to want Emilia Eaglebourne back one of these days. She’s finding out that celebrity has costs.

Luckily for her, the dragons decided not to make an issue of her impertinence after a well-regarded churchman backed her up. (And she was right.) She even managed to extort a minor political concession, though some dragon backchat about it (nobody speaks dragon but dragons, so I don’t know what was said) indicates that something a bit larger than Renate is going on there.

(Personally, I think the dragon backchat went something like, “Little brat. Got me over a barrel. Shame I can’t just eat her.” But I’m a bit jaundiced about Dragonhunt dragons.)

Aryk had an extremely curious talk with a churchman (same one who backed Renate up) about the young lady who showed up in his prologue and appeared again during the last zombie fight in the village. I sense some highly intriguing plot coming from that direction.

And then it was back to Ilium, for a wearying heroes’ welcome, a terrible nightmare for Rien that led to a waking nightmare for Renate, some living-arrangement shifts… and then, finally, the Four Rs got to keep a promise they made themselves and go dancing.

They had a lovely time. And we had a lovely time writing about their lovely time. A lovely time was had by all, basically. I can’t explain it. You had to be there. But it was lovely. Though I think Aryk is beginning to suspect what Caraggio LaPlace already does: that Renate and Rien are becoming something more than friends. Me? I have no comment on that score. There’s plot down that road too…

A soberer matter followed: a funeral for the murdered Reicherts. The Four Rs paid their respects, of course. Irrepressible Renate busily set Godfrey up with one of the surviving Reicherts, as well as setting in motion (she hopes) the rehabilitation of the reputation of the Thieves’ Guildmaster they saved from the bounty hunt.

And next time, accompanied by a Lan’yarian investigator whose irrepressibility trumps even Renate’s, the Four Rs go to war against the invading foreign crime syndicate.

In the meantime, I’m giggling my way through writing a society-page puff-piece about Renate, the kind of thing that’ll haunt her when she’s eighty (she should live so long to begin with).

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