“Of course,”
Matthias said, “and that’s why you hired me to look into where the Crown of
Arumdina might be. It’s certainly an engaging story, but I had a devil of a
time putting everything together. I had to cross-reference several of the
sources at the Great Library with some of the sources at the library here,” he
said, gesturing around at the Guildhall. “And it would have been easier if our
library wasn’t such a disgraceful mess. I’ve told the senile old codgers who
run this place a dozen times that they need to reorganize the library, but do
they listen? No, of course not!”
Chapter Three
Royal Treatments
Seline Roas Del
Cranden tapped her foot impatiently as she waited at one of the tables in the
dining hall of Greyhawk Sages’ Guildhall, home of the Free City’s Union of
Sages and Academics. She was aware of how much she stood out from everyone else
in the room, many of whom were giving her annoyed looks for intruding on their
sanctum. Everyone else in the room was either a graying older man with an
intellectual air, or an impeccably mannered waiter or porter who served the
older men’s needs.
The older men
were all professors and sages at Greyhawk’s famed universities, but Seline
looked as if she would have been one of their students. She was a stunningly
beautiful young woman in her early twenties, with long strawberry-blonde hair,
fair skin and bright green eyes that reflected her largely Sueloise heritage.
She had the same keen, intellectual air as the sages around her, which was
reflected in the indigo and night-blue robes she wore. Her robes were decorated
with silver-colored symbols of stars, moons and planets, clearly identifying
her as a wizard. She usually radiated a warm, youthful energy that seemed to
brighten the air, making her stand out all the more from the querulous old
sages surrounding her.
That energy was
somewhat subdued today, as Seline looked at the clock on the wall above the bar
and wondered when Matthias would arrive. He was the sage she’d hired to try and
discover the whereabouts of the Crown of Arumdina, and he’d sent her word to
meet him at the Guildhall. Normally, the Guildhall was off limits to everyone
who was not both human and male, as was the Union itself, but exceptions were
sometimes made for when sages needed to present their findings to patrons. Even
so, many of the sages were irritated at having a woman in the Guildhall, and
their disapproving expressions made sure Seline knew how upset they were.
Normally,
Seline wouldn’t have been caught dead in such a dreary place, but she knew it
was necessary to find the Crown. Looking up at the clock above the bar again,
she sighed in frustration.
Seline’s
patience was rewarded several minutes later. Her eyes lit up as she saw a man
with thinning salt-and-pepper hair, a matching goatee and a surprisingly broad
chest, dressed in austere but neatly tailored red and white clothes, walk into
the dining hall. Going up to the bar, the man ordered a fine wine before coming
to join Seline at her table. He was clearly in a foul mood, constantly
muttering under his breath and adjusting the thick spectacles on his beaky
nose.
“Greetings,
Matthias,” Seline said, putting on a cheerful smile as she stood up and reached
out to shake the sage’s hand.
“Greetings
indeed,” Matthias said, not bothering to shake Seline’s hand before they sat
down again. “A fine thing to say after the night I had!”
“What night did
you have?” Seline asked, repressing her own irritation at Matthias’s brusque
manner.
“I lost a good
fifty gold pieces at the monthly backgammon games we play at the Savant
Tavern,” Matthias said as he reached into a pocket of his voluminous coat and
pulled out a series of parchments. “I’d have done better if I had more time to
prepare, but I had to spend it working on your commission.”
Seline again
had to keep the annoyed scowl off her face, since Matthias was going to make
his money back a good twenty times over for the work he was doing for her. She
knew how to make the whole conversation less painful, given his passion for
backgammon.
“Did you play
with the automatic double rule?” Seline said as she made sure to put on an
interested expression.
“Why yes, I…how
did you know about that?” Matthias asked in surprise.
“I heard about
it in the dwarven legend of the Ivory and Silver Dice,” Seline said, offering a
broad white smile.
Matthias beamed
at that, pleased by Seline’s interest in the game.
“I was the one
who made it popular at the Savant Tavern,” he said, warming to his subject.
“None of the narrow-minded coots there ever heard of it before that-don’t pay
enough attention to what our non-human kin can teach us. So you’re a fellow
student of folklore?”
“Of legends
from several different cultures,” Seline said, “but I’m just a student, of
course.”
“Of course,”
Matthias said, “and that’s why you hired me to look into where the Crown of
Arumdina might be. It’s certainly an engaging story, but I had a devil of a
time putting everything together. I had to cross-reference several of the
sources at the Great Library with some of the sources at the library here,” he
said, gesturing around at the Guildhall. “And it would have been easier if our
library wasn’t such a disgraceful mess. I’ve told the senile old codgers who
run this place a dozen times that they need to reorganize the library, but do
they listen? No, of course not!”
Seline did her
best to restrain a chuckle, amused by the older man’s rambling. Matthias took a
hefty swig of wine and he suddenly calmed down, his expression becoming
businesslike.
“I have all the
information in these parchments,” he said as he passed them to Seline, who
briefly glanced over them, “but I’ll give you a summary. As you originally
said, the Crown was originally a treasure of the gnomish kingdom of Flinthold.
The Crown was stolen by thieves in the employ of the King of Loamhedge, another
gnomish kingdom bordering where the Principality of Ulek stands today. The King
of Loamhedge hated Flinthold for defeating his ancestors’ attempts to invade it
in previous centuries, so he had the Crown stolen. The King of Loamhedge planned
to use the Crown himself, but he was killed when Loamhedge was defeated in one
of the few wars Keoland actually won.”
Now Seline
couldn’t stop from chuckling. She’d heard stories of Keoland’s legendary
military ineptitude from her adventuring companion Weimar Glendowyr. Weimar had
served in Keoland’s forces, and he confirmed that the old saying that going to
war without Keoland was like going to war without a pipe organ was completely
true.
“Keoland
claimed the Crown as a war prize, but they likely didn’t realize what they had.
They gave it as a diplomatic gift to some visiting Aerdy diplomats who took it
back with them. The trail gets a little confused here, but the older sources
and the more recent travelogues I consulted all agree that the Crown is still
somewhere in the Great Kingdom. It’s not a complete trail, but it should give
you enough to start on,” Matthias said.
Matthias was so
preoccupied by what he was saying that he didn’t notice Seline visibly flinch
when he mentioned Aerdy. She regained her composure before Matthias was
finished speaking, and when he looked at her she was perfectly calm.
“Thank you,
Matthias,” she said with a smile. “Excellent work. I believe we owe you a
thousand gold pieces for your work?”
“That’s right,”
Matthias said with a nod. “How are-“
“See for
yourself,” Seline said as she reached into one of her robe’s pockets. Pulling
out a small pouch, she tossed it to Matthias. Catching it in midair, Matthias
opened the pouch and poured its contents into his hand. A small pile of
amethysts sparkled in the light of the dining hall’s chandeliers, and Matthias
smiled widely.
“Each worth a
hundred gold orbs, as my gnomish friend confirmed,” Seline said, referring to
Greyhawk’s gold piece currency. “I trust everything’s in order, then?” she
continued as she and Matthias both stood up to leave.
“Amply so,”
Matthias said with a smile as he escorted Seline out of the dining hall and
then out of the Guildhall. “And I appreciate your patronage-things can get so
boring in the summer when there aren’t many classes going on,” he continued,
shaking Seline’s hand before they parted ways.
As Seline
returned to the Wizard’s Hat Inn where the Company of the Silver Wolf was
staying, she mulled over what Matthias had told her.
She thought of
the poems she read as part her education as a young noblewoman in the Great
Kingdom of Aerdy, stories of fallen heroes and broken glories.