The Way Ahead

Chapter 38: An Unexpected Chat

Chapter 38: An Unexpected Chat

Edwin nearly jumped as he spun to face the demanding voice, turning away from the random patch of wall he was staring past to instead come face-to-face with a figure clad in black robes.

Catabolic Alchemist

Oh hey! He had just been thinking about how he wanted to find another alchemist. That was kind of convenient. Less so was the bloody knife the alchemist was holding, but hey, you couldnt have everything. Hopefully this wouldnt devolve too quickly.

Well?

Edwin blanked, and he just sort of stared at the alchemist hopelessly, Uhhhhh.

Wha are you doing here- nah, wait, are you that Alchemist who Minseven tried to drag back here in a bag? Never mind that, the boys an idiot. How did you get in, anyway? The window? Kind of impressive, Ill say. No many people get Climbing. Was tha your Exile?

Edwin still struggled processing what was going on, Say that again?

Ive jus been wanting a peer to talk to for so long! Come on! Lemme show you my work! the black-robed figure, who, given the speckles of gray in his goatee, had to have been the oldest human Edwin had yet seen, reached out to grab Edwins arm before realizing that he was holding a sizable blade in that hand. After pausing for a moment, though, he made it vanish with a flick of his wrist and reached out again.

Edwin drew back from the attempted touch, letting his hand rest next to the dagger on his belt, Please dont.

Oh, stop being such a baby. I won hurt ya. Come on! the Alchemist grabbed Edwins forearm, but Edwin found that he was actually able to pull away fairly easily, much to his surprise, Will you just come along? Lots ta see, lots ta see! he insisted

Wait!

The alchemist spun around to look at Edwin, Yeah?

I broke in here, you realize that, right?

Yeah?

And youre just okay with that?

Ahhh, well, you know, my guys started it, its not that secure, and whats a little burglary between friends anyway? Do you know how long Ive wanted someone to talk to about my work? Ages! Now lets go!

It probably wouldnt hurt, right? At the very least, he might be able to use this to get a lay of the land once things went south. So, while Edwin made sure to keep his dagger close to hand, he still followed the alchemist as he ventured into the next room over, which turned out to be some kind of kitchen. A few dried meats hung from the ceiling, and a pot boiled on the countertop, though Edwin couldnt see its contents. The far wall held a doorway, opening out to the balcony Edwin had seen the sentry snoozing on, and off to the other side of the kitchen, a staircase ascended along the side of the curved wall, right next to another staircase descending through the floor. No handrails, which was iffy, and the stairs didnt look quite solid enough to support his weight, but the alchemist bounded up them without hesitation, and when a bit of testing didnt snap the wooden plank off under Edwins weight, he hesitantly followed the enthusiastic man up.

Seriously, was Edwin just an extrovert magnet or something?

You coming?

In a minute! These stairs are a bit

Ah! Right, right. Here, I can give you a hand! the stairs at the top began to creak under the weight of the man.

Huh. Never heard of em.

So what brought you out here, anyway? Also, I dont think we ever really introduced ourselves. Im Edwin.

Niall. Nice to meet ya, Edwin, he dropped down into a high-backed chair, looking at the ceiling, Well, you know how i is. Is the same story everyone in our line of works got. As a kid, people were talking, worried about me when I started walking so late- took me until I was almost a year old, and by that point people were swearing that I must have something wrong with me. Still havent managed to get the Skill, nor any other Physical. He kicked at a table leg in frustration, You know the pain, righ? Everyone knowin your entire life tha yer different, solely because of something you got no say in?

Edwin could, though it wasnt quite the same for him. Still, he nodded and let Niall carry on.

Course, I couldnt keep up with any o the kids, and it became obvious what my crippling was when I was ten and still hadnt gotten Walking as an option. I could walk just fine! It was just my stamina that was the problem. I didnt need the skill, not really. But you know how it works, I dont need to tell you that. Well, because nobody wanted a boy with a broken Skillset, I ended up, well, ya know, he mimed a kick from where he was sitting, So, tossed ou of my home, had to figure out wha to do with my life, stripped of Citizenhood, an with no hope of getting a License, had to avoid settlements, all that stuff. Least I didnt have to deal with the Management, so I could get other Skills.

There was anger there, Edwin was sure. However, it was buried under layers and layers of quiet resentment and even resignation, so it wasnt too obvious.

Had to survive through a few bandit camps, and doing it without a Physical wasn easy, but I managed. Being small and quiet helped. Got First Aid, Cooking, all the fun Skills. He shrugged, Cooking went to Alchemy once I found the Grimoire, then Life Alchemy. First Aid became Surgery then Anatomy, so I managed to make myself too useful to throw out for them at least. Never a single Physical or Weapon, though. Took me a few years, but I met Minione. He kept me alive for years after I saved his life. Not the brightest, you know? None of the lads downstairs are. Terrible conversation partners. Proud of em, though. They do their jobs and keep me alive. Then I get to do my work in peace. But now youre here! An in this amazing tower! Its the perfect location, found it an it was clearly abandoned for years, mostly Unobtrusive, and the location is phenomenal!

Wait, why werent you able to get a License? Wouldnt that have helped in some way? Let you live closer to town or something?

Well, what do you think? Beyond the fact it doesnt matter if youre licensed, nobody wants you anyway, the wait times are atrocious, you basically need to bribe the bureaucracy to get them to work, with far more money than anyone has at ten, the application process takes weeks, and dont even get me started on that Enforcer.

Tara?

Whos Tara?

The enforcer?

Really? Must be new. In my day, it was a really cranky old Imperial Inquisitor, named... named ah, doesnt matter. He hated anyone that didn have a spotless record, and his Wanted List musta been in the hundreds! Someone like me, not following the Basics? Oh man, first time he visited my village he about near threw me straight through the wall of my home. I was six! All cause I didnt bow quite deep enough to him behind his back, and was missing Walking worthless already, might as well deal with him before hes a problem. I still remember that, all these years later. I hated that man. But you say hes gone? Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say. He took a deep breath, My apologies. Thinking about him, even all this time later really boils my blood. He cracked a smile at that, grinning at some unseen joke, Did that answer your question? I quite forgot what it was you had asked!

Yeah, I guess it does. Enough, at least?

So, you up to stay around for a little while? I can teach you a ton o stuff! Get you going on the right foot.

For a few days, I guess. Could I see that Grimoire youve mentioned a couple of times?

Certainly! Where are my manners? Niall sprang up from his chair and began rummaging around through a pile of books on one of the tables near the wall. After a few moments, he pulled out a black-covered tome and dropped it on a bit of empty space on the table nearest Edwin, where it thudded down Here you are! The informan for everything Ive ever accomplished! The Zosiman Grimoire!

Edwin ran his fingers over the charred leather. It felt ancient, yet new at the same time. It was well-worn and covered in small burns and discolorations on the patterned scales of the black leather. Bold, golden lettering glittered in the center, wrapped around a hole where it looked like a jewel once sat, proudly declaring its name.

The Zosiman Grimoire- Fourth Edition

Complete Secrets of the Alchymic Arts

Finally. It was time to learn what his class was supposed to do.