Cinnamon Bun Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-One - On the Back Foot

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-One - On the Back Foot

So, now what? I asked as I followed Bastion out of the headquarters.

The paladin paused, jaw working as he thought. Are you certain you want to keep following ? he asked. This is becoming increasingly political.

Is that a bad thing for ? I asked. Im not about to let one of my best friends do sothing hard without at least trying my best to help him.

Bastion chuckled. I should have figured youd say sothing like that. Very well, our next step will be informing the guard of whats going on. Then we move over to the quarry and find Major Springsong. I feel as if everything were dealing with leads to him in particular.

Alright, I said. Wed finally reach the person responsible for the entire kerfuffle. I hoped. If we reached Major Springsong and it turned out that it wasnt them and that soone else was responsible then... Is your job always like this? I asked.

You an running around, looking for fires, then stamping them out as best I can? Yes, that would describe a good portion of a paladins work. Were often turned into errand boys, sent around to take care of things for the royal family where it wouldnt be politically or practically possible for them to show up in person. Were essentially problem-fixers with royal backing.

Thats kind of neat, I said. The King and Queen must trust you a bunch.

Bastion nodded. Thats one of the nicer perks, yes. Its not every sylph that will even see their monarchs, let alone ever speak with them. The Royal Order is given a lot of trust, which also puts a lot of pressure on us. A mistake carried out in the na of the King is going to be very costly, no matter what.

I could imagine. That had to be pretty stressful. But then, I was sure Bastion managed it just fine. He was one of the coolest people Id ever t.

On leaving the headquarters, Bastion gestured towards the front gate, past more soldiers who were running laps around a small field. We werent halfway to the gate when I heard so shouted orders being tossed around, and soon the soldiers were snapping to attention and darting towards what I guessed was their barracks.

The alert levels rising, Bastion said.

What does that an? I asked. I an, I can guess, but I figure you know-know.

Bastion laughed. It ans the soldiers here have just gotten a day off from training. Now theyll gear up and move on to one of the other things soldiers are good at.

Whats that? I asked.

Theres three things youre taught to do as a soldier. Train, fight, and wait. Now theyll have the rest of the day to wait.

The guards at the gate opened up the door for us, and we stepped out of the base and back out onto the packed-dirt road around town. A few guards were waiting for us there, and Bastion approached them to talk. I hung back a little bit.

Today had been a lot of running around, and while it wasnt quite as fun as so things, it still felt pretty nice. We were on a sort of adventure, but instead of the stakes being just... and my friends having fun, they were larger.

Then again, our last few adventures had been like that too, hadnt they?

I hadnt really considered it, but more and more of our adventures were big, at least big in the sense that they were helping a lot of people with a bunch of things. That was... well, it wasnt bad, but I had kind of set out expecting my adventures to only really be about and a few friends. It was strange to think that more and more often our adventures were dealing with big, important things.

Were ready, Bastion said, snapping out of my thoughts.

I grinned at him and nodded. Alright, lets head out then.

The quarry was past the halfway mark between Granite Springs and the mole person dam, which ant our run wasnt quite as strenuous. Wed also had a nice long pause to regain so stamina, though my legs were wobbly at first.

Bastion set the pace again, not too fast, but not too slow, a bouncing jog that made us eat up the distance until we veered off the main road and onto the quarry road. We ran around the edge of a huge circular hole in the ground filled with water at its bottom.

There were a bunch of buildings in the middle of the quarry, where carts pulled by donkeys were bringing big slabs of stone to the side of a workshop where so sylphs picked them up with chains and pulleys. On the opposite end, square-cut blocks were being stacked onto another long cart.

So of the buildings around looked like barracks, and there was an obvious kitchen to one side. Stables near the rear held the animals used to run the place, and there was a small building that looked like the headquarters for the entire place.

Bastion led us across the quarry, walking with the certainty of soone who was definitely allowed to be there.

The sylphs working at the quarry all seed very strong, which was strange. They were still short, but short with big bulging arms. Most didnt wear shirts, but nearly all of them had hard-leather caps that made their heads look like pins. A lot of them stared, but no one seed inclined to move over and actually stop or ask us any questions.

And then we were past the quarry and heading towards a small patch of woods not too far from there. An area with a small wall around it, and tents installed behind that.

There were sylphs around who were all obviously soldiers, with black tabards over their gear, and spears held by their sides.

They tensed as Bastion and I moved up the hill to et them. Who goes there? One of them asked.

Im Paladin Coldfront, Bastion said. Im here to speak with Major Springsong, or whoever is in charge.

The soldiers looked at each other, then one ran off into their camp. I guessed that there werent more than fifty or so soldiers here, spread out across about half that many tents, laid out in neat rows. They had built a small wall, loose stones at the base with wooden posts above those, each ending in a rough-hewn spike.

Bastion stood tall next to , eyes fixed on the soldiers before us, who started to sweat a little at his unflinching gaze.

Then the major showed up.

I was expecting soone tall--for a sylph--in resplendent armour and maybe with the sa bearing as Bastion. Instead, the major was a shorter sylph with a squinty look on his face, wearing shiny armour that looked half a size too big for him.

He stared around, noticed Bastion and myself, then ran over with a blossoming smile. Paladin Coldfront! Its wonderful to see you, sir, he said.

Hello, Bastion said. He sounded like he was on the back foot. I guess the warm welco was unexpected.

I didnt expect your arrival so soon, but Im infinitely grateful that youre here. Please, follow . The major took Bastions hand, shaking it up and down in a hurry before turning around and walking into the camp.

Bastion and I looked at each other, and I shrugged before we moved on after the major.

The interior of the camp wasnt anything too special. Tents were set in small circles around campfires, and the camp was laid out so that there was a wide lane down the middle which soldiers could use to move around. A larger tent stood at one end, with a pair of black banners hanging on either side of its entrance. The major stood there, with his back straight and features neutral, but he was also bouncing on the balls of his feet with nervous energy.

This is our issue, the major said as soon as we walked in. There was a desk in the centre, with a pile of letters sitting atop it and a map across the surface. He shoved the letters to the side to make room to see the map. Theres a monster living here," his finger stabbed down onto the map, "and we need it dead.

One mont, Bastion said. I think youre operating under a false assumption.

The major blinked. Pardon?

Im not here to answer a specific request. Im here investigating the issue with the mole people, especially with regards to the dam theyre building thats risking Granite Springs.

Youre not here for the dungeon?

What dungeon? I asked.

There was a long silence as everyone in the tent took each other in. ... I believe that perhaps you are right, paladinthere has been so level of miscommunication here. I sent word to the capital three days ago, requesting assistance with a delicate matter. I had assud you were the response.

I understand that much, Bastion said. But unfortunately, no, Im here because I was passing through. I heard there was an issue with the molefolk, and after tracking it down, I ca here, to what seems to be the source of the issue.

The majors face screwed up for a mont before his expression flattened. The mole people have been causing so level of distress, yes.

Is that correspondence on the table letters from the mole people? Bastion asked.

The major glanced then, then back up. That? Oh, yes, they are, he said.

I poked at the pile, moving so of the letters around. So of these are still sealed, I said.

Yes, well, the concerns of so mole people hardly matter to the Inquisition.

But these arent addressed to you, I said.

They might hold information that would reveal what were doing here... Paladin, who is this bun?

This is Captain Bunch. Shes outside of your chain of command, Bastion said.

I dont recall the army having buns in it, the major said.

Shes an airship captain, Bastion replied, which only seed to confuse the major more. And her concerns are valid. Are you aware of what the mole people are doing at this mont? For that matter, are you responsible for the quarry changing the location its digging in?

I recall reading so base threats. And yes, of course. We cant have them continue digging where they were, and the nation might well need the stone being quarried in the near future. I cant possibly just halt all operations. Besides, doing so would only pose a greater risk that knowledge of the dungeon might leak.

Ah yes, the dungeon, Bastion said. Im aware that the appearance of a new dungeon is important to the nation, but a settlent the size of Granite Springsnot to ntion the nations alliance with the mole peopleought to outweigh the value of keeping one dungeon secret.

The major blinked fast. I had the impression that he wasnt so much an, or even incompetent, as he was... focused on his task. This new dungeon will hardly threaten the town. If anything, the movent of additional people to the region and the change in ambient mana would help Granite Springs.

For things to help the town, the town needs to still be around, Bastion said.

I decided to butt in a little. I dont think the entire town is at risk, but, well, if we dont do sothing, people might get hurt, and I cant think of many secrets that are worth hurting people over.

I... I see? None of this would be an issue if it wasnt for that damnable near-dragon thing.

... what dragon thing? Bastion asked.

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