Cinnamon Bun

Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy-Nine - Polite Friction

Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy-Nine - Polite Friction

The elf receptionist at the Exploration Guild didnt even bat an eye when we came in dragging a seething noble and asked to put him in a cell. He merely asked if we wanted to be discreet about it or if one of the more public cells was fine.

I think it was a little weird that the Exploration Guild had a secret dungeon, but it also had a secret workshop that wed seen already, so really it wasnt all that surprising.

Baron Vonowl continued to protest as we dragged him through a sliding bookcase (We had to get one of those onto the Beaver Cleaver) and plopped him down in a cell.

The rest of us gathered on the far wall of the prison space, none of us really comfortable with all the strange devices and racks and sharp implements laying on tables and hooked to the walls. At least the room was well lit, even if the light was all red and flickery and felt a lot like it was chosen more to set the mood than to make it easy to see.

Tharval gestured to the baron, then turned towards Willowbud. Well, do your thing, he said.

My thing? Willowbud asked.

Tharval tugged at his beard. Thats right. Your thing. Get the idiot to tell us what we want to know.

Ah, that thing, Willowbud said with a nod, then he shook his head. I dont want to do that thing. There are children here.

Were not children, I said. I was sixteen, which was pretty firmly not the age of a child. My friends were all about that age too. Maybe Calamity was the oldest... or maybe it was Caprica, it was hard to tell. In any case, none of us were children.

In any case, Willowbud said, and I felt as if Id just been dismissed. We wont torture the good baron, use any hard social skills on him, or push him too hard. We arent as cruel as that.

You're cowards, then, the baron snapped from inside his cell. He was rubbing his wrists and glaring out at us. You mush-brained cretins! You think that you can just dump me in some cell and forget about me? Fine then. Do that. I wont be the first of us locked away, and I wont be the first to find his way out of a cell either.

Are you talking about Rainewt? I asked.

Do you think you can convince me to talk? he asked right back.

Honestly, I wonder if we could convince you to stop talking, Amaryllis said. That had the baron glaring even harder. He really didnt like Amaryllis.

Disgusting, no-good brat. You have no idea how good you had it, do you?

Is this coming from a baron? Amaryllis asked. Please, tell me how awful your life as lesser nobility was. Did someone with more clout than you mock you? Wait, no, someone probably just pointed out the truth, and you couldn't handle it.

As if youd understand, little Albatross princess! You and your filthy family sit near the top, driving our fine nation to ruin!

I stepped up between the baron and Amaryllis. Okay, guys, I said. Insulting each other wont help any, I dont think. Its not very friendly behaviour.

Shut up, you half-breed.

I blinked, then decided to let that pass. The Baron wasnt in a very nice place in his life at the moment, and and while that wasn't a reason to forgive being mean, it did explain it a little. Alright, alright, enough with the name-calling and the insults, please? Amaryllis, youre a good girl, dont be like that. And Baron Vonowl, its not very noble of you to fling insults around.

What would you know about nobility? he asked.

Well, Ive hugged a bunch of them, I said.

The baron blinked, a little confused for some reason.

Ah, should we ask him questions while hes here? Awen asked.

Isnt it good enough that he can no longer be used by Rainnewt to cause any harm? Caprica asked. The time he spends in a cell is time he cant be disruptive.

But what if he did something disruptive already? Awen asked. He was buying weapons, but what if he bought other stuff? And besides, where were those weapons going in the first place?

We all turned towards the baron, who took a small step back at our collective look. Well, Mister Baron Vonowl, I started. Do you think you could tell us a thing or two about all that?

Im not telling you anything, he bit out.

What if we say please? I asked.

Ding! For repeating a Special Action a sufficient number of times you have unlocked the general skill: Politeness!

I jumped as Mister Menu--who I hadnt seen in a while!--popped up in front of me as a little blue box.

Broccoli? Awen asked.

I got a skill, I said.

Interrogation? Willowbud guessed. Though we havent really started with that. Its a useful skill to have. I could give you some tips.

No, Politeness, I said.

That stumped the elf.

What kind of harebrained skill is that? Amaryllis asked. Refuse it, of course.

You can do that? I asked. I could've avoided all the trouble with Cuteness! Ive never refused a skill before, they just slot right in.

World spare me, Amaryllis said. No wonder youre so... anyway, Politeness doesnt seem like the most useful of skills, Broccoli. Youre hardly impolite to begin with.

I know some people who could have used the skill, Caprica said. But I do agree, it doesnt seem immediately useful. Is it a class skill?

A general, I said with a shake of my head.

Politeness

Rank F - 0%

The ability to appear as a polite, respectable person when desiring to.

The description isn't all that helpful, I said before repeating it aloud.

That really doesnt seem like a very good skill for you, Broccoli, Awen said.

Yeah, but I havent gotten a new skill in so long, I said. Why this one now? Shouldnt I have gotten this the first time I said please and thank you? Wait, do I not say those often enough? Have I been impolite until now?

Awen patted my head. Youre not impolite, Broccoli, she said.

Okay, okay, I said. It doesnt matter, I guess Ill just level it passively in the background, and maybe itll turn into something handy!

Ding! Four of your current skills are eligible for Merging: Dancing, Tea Making, Matchmaking, and Politeness!

Oh! I said before I tried to grab Mister Menu in a quick hug. He, of course, ducked out of the way.

What is it now? Amaryllis asked.

Why do you people spend time with this clown in your midst? Baron Vonowl asked with a gesture at me.

Shes our leader, Awen explained.

The Baron reeled back. Shes the one in charge? Are you all so stupid that none of you are better? Why would you let her be the leader? She's incompetent!

I deflated a bit mid-lunge to catch Mister Menu. That was very mean.

Shes competent enough to capture you, Caprica pointed out, which did a number on the Barons self-esteem, judging by how he flinched back.

Ignore him, Amaryllis said. Hes proven time and time again to be an idiot.

Nya shouldnt listen to idiots, Calamity said with a nod. Its why so many folk ignore me.

I nodded along too. I wont let the mean words bring me down, Im not fragile or anything. Anyway! I got a merge skill! Its Politeness, Dancing, Tea Making, and Matchmaking together.

Whats the end result of that? Amaryllis asked. Four skills merging all at once is quite something.

Uncommon, though not unheard of, Willowbud said. You seem to have a lot of social skills if you have enough that they can combine that way.

Ah, thanks, I said. I didnt really make any effort to pick social stuff though.

I poked at Mister Menu to see what the confluence of all those skills would be. It was a good question.

Do you wish to Merge Dancing, Tea Making, Matchmaking, and Politeness to unlock the

Social Butterfly skill?

Huh, its the... um? I paused when Amaryllis tapped my shoulder.

Not in here, she said. Hold off on that for a little bit? We can talk about it and pick a good option once were back on our ship. You have more than just friends in this room. She nodded her head towards the baron stewing in his cage.

Oh, right, I said. I adjusted my clothes to make sure they fit on right, then smiled at the baron. So, are you ready to talk yet?

You havent even started the torture, he rolled his eyes. All that youve done is reveal your complete lunacy.

I wondered if harpy had a species-wide disposition towards insults, or if it was more of a cultural thing. No wonder theyd been having such a long-standing argument with the sylph.

Were not going to do anything like that, I said. We just want to know a few things. Why you were buying all those crossbows, where you were sending them, what the plan was with kidnapping all those nobles, what your relationship with Rainnewt is, that sort of thing.

We know why he kidnapped the nobles, Amaryllis said. It was to force the sylph to release Rainnewt from custody.

Ah, but they kidnapped them before Rainnewt was captured, Caprica pointed out. "And Rainnewt didn't strike me as someone who thought he was likely to be captured, so it probably wasn't a preemptive plan."

Amaryllis frowned, then nodded, conceding the point. Fair enough. Then it was either for the ransom money, or for the potential to destabilise things.

Or he just did it because he could, Calamity said. This guy doesnt strike me as smart enough for long-term plans.

Are you trying to get me to divulge things by insulting me? Youre a million years too young for that to work, dog.

Dog? Calamity asked as he stood a little straighter. His ears twitched. Im not a dog, Im a cat, you overfluffed turkey.

You know nothing! Baron Vonwol said. And once the proper authorities find out what youve done to me, youll be finished. There will be no room for fools of your calibre in the future that Rainnewt and I are ushering in, and even if you remove me, I was just some small cog. We dont need those weapons to ruin that wedding, and we dont need my presence to ensure that everything nonetheless goes according to plan. Do you think us unable to deal with a few minor setbacks?

Wedding? a couple of us asked at the same time.

The barons mouth clicked shut, and he looked away. Pouting didnt become him, but he was doing it anyway.

We poked and prodded at him a little more, but from that point on, he just crossed his wings and refused to speak any.

Eventually we gave up. There was no pushing the baron past a certain point. Willowbud said hed take care of the baron for a while, but we couldnt really hold him forever. We didnt have the right and what we were doing was a teensy bit super not-okay legally.

So, what wedding was he talking about? I asked.

It would have to be an important one, Amaryllis said. Caprica, any ideas?

I dont know of any approaching royal weddings, I can tell you that much. None of the bigger nobles either. Maybe an earl or two? Weddings arent uncommon, but I imagine Rainnewt would be after something big.

Dont look at me, Calamity said. Most of the weddings Ive been to have been more about the shindig than anything else.

Well, maybe we can listen around? I asked. The baron bought hundreds of weapons, thats a lot for a wedding of all things.

Something was up, and we didnt know nearly as much as we needed to, even if we had the baron in custody. It felt like no matter what we did, it just wasn't enough.

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