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Fantim

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10.24 E
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10.38 E

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10.24 E Fantim, his name was. A balding Fraerling with a stout chest and a big walrus mustache who had strode up to Eurise and had a shouting match about ‘Eurise’s dangers’ the old Fraerling had allowed into the village. Fantim had not been alone, either. A number of Fraerlings, including worried parents, had approached Eurise to ask if this was going to happen again. Most of the village didn’t have a problem with Ulvama. Most.
10.24 E Fantim, his name was. A balding Fraerling with a stout chest and a big walrus mustache who had strode up to Eurise and had a shouting match about ‘Eurise’s dangers’ the old Fraerling had allowed into the village. Fantim had not been alone, either. A number of Fraerlings, including worried parents, had approached Eurise to ask if this was going to happen again. Most of the village didn’t have a problem with Ulvama. Most.
10.24 E “Looks like anything under Level 30 in a non-combat class is risky. Fantim nor anyone else’s likely to let you go off without that. For combat? Level 20, let’s say Level 25. Only for Lemoste, though.”
10.24 E “Scrying orbs. I doubt that Fantim will allow them, but it’s fascinating. Too much potential for someone to track us, even if we work hard on it with relays and such.”
10.24 E “I think we should get you two on something fun. Eurise wants to talk, and there’s some interesting stuff here, but…what’s actually fun? Oh, the Festival of Spring Safety is in a few days. That’ll be good for you. If old Fantim doesn’t throw a fit, we can show you around the other villages. There are two more—oops, shouldn’t have said that—and each one’s got something nice. Or you could help with the village’s tasks if you’re feeling up to it. Gathering food is easiest. I doubt an [Innkeeper]’s good at prospecting.”
10.24 E “Who’s Fantim? The [Mayor] guy? Should I know him or anyone else?”
10.24 E “Fantim? He’s the village’s rulemaster. His word goes unless we have a really good reason. Eurise is our village’s guardian. That’s sort of like the Tallguard. He has his group that take on threats. Rojalin—she was looking for you—Zemmy, Mera, those are our two young [Brawlers], both over Level 40—they’re good to remember. I’m the highest-level [Healer] in the village, and eh, everyone else is just them.”
10.24 E “I think we can give you a week, maybe two without fuss. Past that, Fantim is the fellow in charge of our village. If he says you need to go, I’ll have to argue with him, and it might become a vote. After that, regardless, we can give you a pack of food, supplies, and gear and point you at a Tallfolk settlement, but they’re far. However, we can’t just send you to another Fraerling settlement, let alone a city. There are rules.”
10.24 E The argument ceased as a figure appeared, striding through the village. Mayor Fantim.
10.24 E Fantim shook a finger in Gollesume’s face.
10.24 E The scolding from the angry [Mayor] was oddly effective. Even Zemmy and Mera shuffled their feet, trying to stand behind the other. Erin just blinked at Fantim as he rounded on them.
10.24 E Erin folded her arms defiantly. Fantim gave them a dark look.
10.24 E Everyone peered at her, and Ulvama saw Fantim take a breath to shout. It was the [Shaman] who thought out loud.
10.24 E Fantim’s eyes flickered, and his walrus mustache bristled…but he gave her a curt nod. Erin glanced at Ulvama, then eyed Gollesume.
10.24 E Gollesume fired a miniature lightning bolt that zig-zagged after Zemmy as he took off running. Fantim growled.
10.24 E No wonder Fantim didn’t like them. He faced Erin down, all button-popping outrage in a dark red overcoat, adjusting his belt as Erin wiped at a bloody nose. But the [Innkeeper]’s eyes were narrowed, and she smiled suddenly.
10.24 E “I get that we’re a nuisance. But while we’re here, you might as well use us, Mayor Fantim.”
10.24 E Mera and Zemmy waved, and Erin gave Fantim a grudging nod. She really wasn’t as exceptional here, for her levels or abilities. However—her eyes glinted.
10.24 E “Well then, Mayor Fantim. You’re looking at the only Level 55 [Innkeeper] you’re ever going to see. My entire job is running an inn. Why don’t you let me serve people the alcohol and stuff?”
10.24 E “Yeah! She can even wrestle Mera! No one’s going to be higher-level than she is, except Eurise, Fantim!”
10.24 E They were all pleading, cajoling, and trying to pressure Fantim into it now. His glower intensified, and Erin gave him an innocent look.
10.24 E The Goblin regarded Fantim’s back as he ran off to deal with another misbehaving Fraerling. Erin grimaced.
10.24 E Like a ridiculously tall cup, half again as tall as Gollesume’s head. No wonder Fantim had an issue with drinks; Fraerlings could already eat a lot, and they drank like sponges. But Erin’s eyes were glittering, and she adopted a bit of Rufelt.
10.24 E Even Mayor Fantim appeared, ordering a triple-shot of drinks mixed in a cup with fruit on the rocks—Fraerlings used cups rather than shot glasses for spirits—and strode off to a table where he was soon engrossed in a political discussion about the villages and those ‘cattle thieves’ that Ulvama had heard about.
10.24 E “Someone’s got to stay sober or Fantim won’t let me do this again. Plus, these guys are crazy. Hey! Hey, if there’s not enough room, go outside! Don’t break that wall down! Don’t do it, pal!”