Of Men and Dragons: New Foundations

By Steve Hayden

Jack barely survived the first few months after crashing with his AI sister, and the spaceship turned home onto a planet at the galaxy's edge. His new partner S'haar, the last remnants of technology, and far too much luck made the difference between living and dying so far. Now he, along with his new friends and family, are clawing out a place for themselves in a world that seems determined to oppose the new home they're building for themselves.

The Dragon's Outpost is evolving into a small village centered around acquiring and distributing knowledge and technology. But the questions from last winter remain: who was behind the attacks on the outpost, and what will their next move be?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Hayden
• Release date: Nov 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798985397932

Steve Hayden

Just a newbie writer trying to share a story or two. I was blown away by the amount of support I got out the gate, and now I've got my first book published! I hope you'll enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Jack woke with a start. His breath was ragged, pulse racing, and head beaded with sweat. In his dream, he’d been running. However, he couldn’t remember if he’d been running toward something or away from it. The only thing he could remember clearly was the faces. They were the faces of the argu’n he’d killed back when he’d saved Emb’rel from the raiders. Sometimes the faces raged, other times they wept, and occasionally they simply spoke with him. The problem was that Jack could never remember what they talked about. But, he told himself, that was just the nature of dreams.

The last vestiges of the dream faded when a familiar, comfortably cool hand grabbed Jack and drew him back under the covers. Mmmmm, no, not yet… I need at least a few more minutes of sleep…

Jack started to clear his throat to say something when a finger pressed against his lips to silence him. No, not yet. If you speak, I’ll have to wake up. If I wake up, everyone else will be real again, and I’m not ready for that yet. I need a few more minutes of peace and quiet. So shut up, and let me have this for just a little longer.

Unable to bring himself to deny S’haar her wish, Jack nodded silently. It was more than worth it when he saw a contented smile spread on the warrior woman’s face even as she refused to open her eyes and confront the world. Seeing S’haar happy like this made all his problems seem far away, and he settled into her embrace for a bit longer.

Besides, he knew from experience that trying to get away from her when she was like this was an exercise in futility, so he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

Like all good things, even this moment had to end, and eventually, S’haar cracked her eyes open, only to be greeted by an infectiously smiling Jack. Mmmm, what’s got you so cheerful this morning?

Jack’s grin widened just a hair. Well, I would say it’s not every day I get to wake up next to the woman of my dreams, but recently it has been every day. Have I mentioned how glad I am that it was you who was left as my sacrifice when I landed on this planet?

S’haar grinned and kissed Jack before smacking him with a pillow. Ok, you flirt. You can keep the compliments coming, but we have to get out of bed and get started. Today’s a big day!

That stopped Jack short. Today’s a big day? What was different about today? It was too early for an anniversary of any kind. He didn’t remember any important items on the agenda. As far as he could remember, today was just like any other day.

While he was wracking his brain, S’haar climbed out of bed and finished stretching. Then, just as Jack was going to give in and ask what he’d missed, S’haar grabbed his cane and handed it to him. Hurry up, or you’ll miss breakfast!

Jack was more confused than ever but nodded his agreement, and he began his own routine. First, he had to stretch his leg out. After a night of rest, it always tightened up just enough to be extra stiff. If he wasn’t careful, it would be a pain in his side all day, literally. After slowly easing his leg out of bed and stretching the abused muscles and tendons, Jack sat up, running his hands through his unkempt hair.

S’haar took on her self-appointed morning duties by helping Jack put on his slippers and a robe for the morning. Jack shook his head while she worked. You know you don’t have to do this, right? You’re the leader of this camp, not my assistant.

S’haar grinned in a slightly wicked manner. Out there, I’m the leader of the camp. In here, I’m whatever I want to be, and I do whatever I want to do. If I want to help you put on your slippers, then that’s what I’ll do, and not even you will tell me otherwise.

Jack found himself more than a little confused. Was it more supportive to insist S’haar allow him to put on his own slippers, or was it better to let her do these things for him, even if he didn’t particularly feel he deserved it? He shook his head. Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. It’s not like I can stop you from doing anything you set your mind to, so instead, I’ll just say thank you.

The warrior woman now towered over him as she leaned down and whispered, her face inches from Jack’s. That’s right, you might as well accept your fate. You no longer have any say in the matter. Also, you’re welcome.

S’haar then pulled Jack up into a kiss that left him more than a little light-headed. By the time his head cleared enough for him to remember he was about to protest not having a say in the matter, S’haar was already walking out of the room, leaving him to put on his eyepatch and hobble to catch up.

-

Once he walked out of the room, Jack was treated to the sight of what appeared to be a choreographed dance number as Em’brel and Angela were preparing breakfast. Em’brel seemed to be singing into her spatula while the AI split herself into two to provide backup dancers/singers.

When Em’brel finally noticed Jack leaving his room, he half expected her to squeak in indignation and embarrassment. Instead, the girl grinned and winked, then twirled around with a flourish as Jack found his seat. As if it was planned, the song came to an end when Em’brel placed a plate down in front of Jack and danced over to her own seat.

The girl’s mood was infectious, and Jack found himself grinning from ear to ear. Not that I mind breakfast and a show, but what’s with the musical number?

Em’brel beamed an equally impressive grin back at Jack. Well, it’s a big day! I’m so excited. I just couldn’t help myself!

There it was again. Jack scrunched his face in confusion. Why was today a big day? He was just taking a breath to ask about it when a familiar voice boomed in from the entranceway. Em’brel, you ready to head out for training?

Lon’thul’s head popped in around the entranceway, grinning as he spotted the breakfast everyone was sitting down to.

S’haar glared at the young male. You know, if you keep accidentally showing up early and cutting into our breakfast, I might start accidentally leaving the front door locked.

The hunter waved away S’haar’s concerns in a manner he’d apparently picked up from Jack. No problem! I’m sure Angela will be happy to unlock the door for me, wouldn’t you? This last bit was directed to the AI herself as she floated over to the table.

Angela looked back and forth between the glowering S’haar and the grinning Lon’thul. "I don’t know. On the one hand, you did help save Em’brel and Jack, and I’m grateful to you. But, on the other hand, you’re getting too comfortable with me being at your beck and call. Maybe some time standing in a cold, damp cave will teach you to appreciate me a little more!"

Lon’thul had the grace to look embarrassed, even if it was a little too exaggerated. I never meant to make you feel unappreciated! You know you’re the second most important female in my life, just after Em’brel!

Both S’haar and Em’brel looked a little put out at this, the older woman speaking up first. And what am I then?

As usual, Lon’thul remained immune to S’haar’s glare. Instead, he waved her away a second time that morning. Oh, please! You had your chance with me! Instead, you decided to go with the smaller, more fragile male. It’s time we both moved on!

It was Jack’s turn to glare a little, but Lon’thul just grinned. Don’t act like you don’t get enough respect! We both know there’s not an argu’n for a hundred miles who hasn’t heard the tale of what you did to save Em’brel, and you’ve also solidly locked up the affection of one of the strongest, scariest, most powerful women on the planet. It’s me you should feel sorry for!

Jack seemed appeased as S’haar leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, but now it was Em’brel’s turn to look even more put out. "And what makes you think I’m willing to be the most important female in your life? Especially after you just sat there extolling the virtues of another female in front of me?"

Lon’thul’s grin grew a bit more lopsided. Well, if you’re not, why have we been spending so much time together lately?

Em’brel rose and stomped her foot in frustration. Because I literally can’t leave the ship without an escort of some kind! I’m stuck with you, by virtue of S’haar and Angela’s paranoia!

The hunter’s expression softened and grew just a bit more earnest. Then how about the fact that I walked right into the middle of an entire army to save you?

The younger girl’s anger abated a little, but she wasn’t ready to give up the fight just yet. I seem to remember your father doing most of the work. I even took care of the last guard myself!

Lon’thul smiled at the memory. While it hadn’t been easy on Em’brel, there was something special about a female who had the kind of inner strength she seemed to have. "Ok, I walked right into the middle of an entire army to help save you, and I’d do it again."

Em’brel’s anger faded into a pout as she found her seat again.

Lon’thul was getting ready to say something else to get himself into trouble when he was cut off by another door opening off to the side of the room. Ger’ron and Fea’en walked out together. Jack wasn’t sure when exactly it had happened, but the two oldest members of the community had become an item at some point.

It began as a perpetual argument about the chair they’d both claimed. The witty bickering had turned into a source of amusement for everyone and evidently became something the two had bonded over. When the rest of the workers moved back to their billet, Jack allowed Ger’ron to make the fabrication room into a bedroom, with the understanding that Jack would need access to the room from time to time. Then one day, when Ger’ron came out for breakfast, Fea’en walked out with him. They’d been doing it ever since, and no one was willing to risk the woodworker’s ire by questioning the situation.

As they sat down, Jack noticed they needed a larger table these days. The old guard smiled as he grabbed his own plate. Ah, that kind of energy is wasted on the young. When I was your age, things were much simpler. You found a woman you were compatible with and did your best to sire the next generation. None of this drama and excitement.

Fea’en was more stoic as she put food onto her plate. You shouldn’t be so quick to complain about this kind of change. Not long ago, a mere guardsman would have never been graced by the presence of a ‘Lady’ like myself.

Angela was quick to come to Ger’ron’s defense. He may have been a mere guardsman in your village, but here he’s the captain of the guard!

Ger’ron chuckled. Captain, squad leader, and sole squad member. I’ll need a few more guards if my title is going to be anything more than symbolic.

S’haar finished eating and grabbed Jack’s plate as well as her own to take to the sink. Well, last I heard, the guard has finally finished clearing up the last of the raiders in the valley, so we’ll be getting a few here at the camp soon. Until then, your lessons with the workers seem to be paying off. Even Lon’thul appears to have learned a bit more discipline under your watchful eye.

Predictably, Lon’thul sputtered indignantly, though as usual, his smile belied his words. Before long, his laughter joined that of the rest of the table.

-

Em’brel was growing more and more frustrated. Despite everything she’d learned, she felt like she’d hardly made any progress.

The young female charged Lon’thul while shouting her warcry, but this time ended like all the rest. Despite putting all her strength into the strike, the hunter was able to catch her fist in his hand, effortlessly halting her assault.

Lon’thul’s face expressed sympathy, which only frustrated Em’brel further when he tried to console her. Don’t feel bad! I’m just bigger and stronger than you. Honestly, it’s not fair for Ger’ron to pit you against me. I’m the best student he’s got!

Em’brel was just about to launch herself at him again when Ger’ron stepped in. Hold up. You two are going about this all wrong. You’ll never get anywhere like that. Maybe we need to change things up a little. Lady S’haar, I could use your assistance!

S’haar and Jack were passing by on their way to meet with the woodworkers for a new project Jack had been considering. S’haar turned to her old mentor and furrowed her brow. You’ve known me far too long to call me ‘Lady,’ S’haar will do. So what do you need? Are you ready for that match I’ve been asking for?

The old guard laughed. Do I look that senile already? I’m not about to give up my edge anytime soon. You’ll just have to accept the fact that I’ll always be the superior fighter.

S’haar shook her head. Edge? You’ve won one more sparring match than me, and only because you refused to fight me ever again once I got this close to breaking even with you!

Ger’ron smiled patiently as he turned to his current two students. The lesson here is to know when to pick your battles, if you want to win the war!

S’haar shook her head as she smiled at her old mentor. So, if not that, why did you call me over?

The guard captain looked back to his students once more. Well, I was hoping to teach young Lady Em’brel how to properly fight against a larger and stronger opponent. So I figured you’d make an excellent sparring partner.

Em’brel looked terrified at the prospect, and Lon’thul leapt to her defense. Now, hold on! If she can’t keep up with me, why would you pit Em’brel against S’haar? That just doesn’t make sense!

Ger’ron and S’haar both looked surprised. Then the old guard cracked an evil smile and corrected the hunter. You’re absolutely right! This is why Em’brel won’t be fighting S’haar. You will. I figure it might be good for the young Lady to see the techniques I’ve been teaching her in a practical demonstration. Since you’re the ‘best student I’ve got,’ I figured you’d be the perfect sparring partner for S’haar.

Having his words thrown back in his face made it hard for Lon’thul to think of a way to back out of the situation. So instead, he squared up with S’haar, who took on what appeared to be a more relaxed stance.

Lon’thul looked petrified, but Ger’ron tried to ease his mind. Now, don’t worry about a thing. I’m sure S’haar will take it nice and easy on you. Tell you what, for now, just try and hit her. She won’t even hit you back…yet.

The first swing Lon’thul took was slow and clumsy. Even if S’haar had let it hit her, it would have barely been enough to ruffle her clothing. However, she batted away the hand before it got close.

Ger’ron explained to Em’brel. Now see, even though there’s not as big a difference between S’haar and Lon’thul, she’s using the kind of tactics I’ve been teaching you. Rather than trying to stop his fists, she’s redirecting them. It takes a lot less strength to pull off and can leave him vulnerable to her counters, like this.

At that, S’haar started striking at Lon’thul every time he left himself vulnerable. Of course, she was pulling the hits at the last second, so they were little more than pats rather than attacks, but it was more than a little clear she’d have won this fight a while ago if she’d so chosen.

As Lon’thul grew more frustrated, he started lashing out for real, though he was just as ineffective as before. Ger’ron continued to explain. This is perfect. Often, when a bigger opponent is held at bay by a smaller fighter, they’ll grow frustrated, lashing out just like this. When they do that, they leave themselves open to all sorts of killing blows, like this.

S’haar sped up the pace of her strikes and was now bodily redirecting Lon’thul around, leaving him vulnerable to what would have been fatal blows to the neck and body. She only relented her onslaught when Lon’thul ended up on his back. It took the hunter a moment to process how she’d managed to sweep his legs out from under him.

As soon as he was back on his feet, Ger’ron shouted to S’haar. Now show them that maneuver I showed you that last time I beat you!

S’haar scowled a little but began a complicated move that involved launching herself off one foot into a spin. Then something went wrong. It looked like S’haar twisted her ankle, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Lon’thul rushed to her side with a cry of dismay, only to wonder what was happening when S’haar suddenly had the claws of one hand at his throat while the other hand locked his out of the way. Lon’thul froze.

Ger’ron chuckled. That move could very well save your life one day. Not every opponent will rush to help you like Lon’thul here did, but often even the most veteran warriors can be lulled into lowering their guard if they think you’re vulnerable. That’ll work doubly well for a young lady such as yourself. When it comes to survival, don’t hesitate to use any weapon in your arsenal, including your appearance!

He nodded to S’haar, who’d let Lon’thul go a moment ago. Thank you for your assistance. I think that will do for now.

S’haar smiled and laughed. Call on me anytime you need one of your students humbled a little. That was pretty cathartic after running this place for the last few weeks!

With a sigh, Lon’thul realized that this might not be the last time he would have to play the role of demonstration dummy.

-

Jack was inspecting the various sticks the woodworkers had gathered at his request. Holding them up, he was dismayed to see how curved or bent many of the thicker ones were. Fea’en noticed his frown. Well, we didn’t go very far into the forest, but these were the straightest branches and saplings we could find that met your specifications.

Jack nodded to the craft master. Even the new workers had gotten used to the Lady of the Outpost translating for the strange male who was often found at her side. It’s not your diligence or work ethic I’m doubting. I’m just a little disappointed at the quality of the available wood. There are less than a dozen useable shafts here. The rest will only be good for kindling.

Fea’en crossed her arms. You know what you’re about. I’ve worked with you long enough to trust your judgment in this kind of matter. So you want us to go out and gather more like those?

Jack shook his head. No, or at least I wouldn’t go out of your way to do it. Though if you happen across any while working on other projects, that’s fine.

The craft master nodded. Good enough. When we’ve found a handful similar to what you’ve got there, I’ll let you know.

Their business was concluded, and both parties went on their way.

-

As Jack and S’haar were leaving the building, they were met by one of the new smiths, Ral, that had recently arrived at the camp. He seemed rather upset. Lady S’haar! There’s been a clear oversight! Despite myself being the senior smith in the Outpost, you’ve left Tel’ron in charge of the metalworkers!

S’haar bellowed, NOW LISTEN HERE!

The smith leapt back in surprise and fear. For once, Jack laid a hand on S’haar’s back to help calm and center her. Then, with an inward sigh, she started over. Sorry…I’m more used to dealing with guards than craftsmen. What I mean to say is that you might know more about the secrets of working metal, but Tel’ron knows the secrets of working with everyone here. He knows how we do things around here, and who to speak to when he needs something done.

Ral’fen looked like he wanted to protest again, but at Jack’s encouragement, S’haar continued. Listen, there’s still plenty of work that needs to be done around here, and plenty of people who’ll keep coming back to someone who can do it. Tel’ron would rather bury his snout into whatever new and crazy things Em’brel or Jack can throw his way, but the camp’s spears, tools, and wagons can’t maintain themselves. You get that stuff taken care of, and you’ll make a name for yourself in no time!

The smith in question looked as if he still had doubts but recognized a lost battle when he saw one. He went about his business with a deferential nod, leaving Jack and S’haar to continue toward the cave.

S’haar was rubbing her temples. You know, the raiders were easier to deal with than the workers. All those problems could be solved with a sword’s point, but we have to use words here. Lots of words. I’d rather use my sword.

Jack laughed. That’s called a dictatorship. When I asked you to take over this Outpost, I’d hoped you’d be a bit less ‘iron handsy’ about it.

S’haar was looking at her hands. You know, you humans have some truly bizarre sayings…

Jack laughed again and shook his head. Yeah, I suppose we do…

-

When Jack and S’haar walked into the ship, it was strangely dark. Dark enough that all the argu’n gathered in the common room probably thought Jack couldn’t see them as they whispered back and forth.

Is he coming?

I don’t know! I can’t see any better than you!

Hey, I think I heard something!

Quiet, quiet, you’re going to ruin everything!

Jack smirked and decided to put everyone out of their misery. Uh, guys? You know I can see you, right?

The room grew quiet, then Angela’s voice cut through the silence. Just like we practiced everyone! One! Two! Three!

A loud chorus of voices cried out in various versions and intonations of the word, Surprise!

As the lights turned back on, all of the argu’n cried out again, this time in pain as they covered their eyes. Jack laughed. Angela, you might wanna cut the light by fifty percent for a minute or two. What’s all this about anyway?

Em’brel approached, holding something that could only be loosely described as a cake, which she then pressed into Jack’s hands. A while back, when you were in your coma, Angela showed us a video of something called a ‘birthday party.’ It’s a long-honored human tradition held to celebrate the anniversary of someone’s birth. After everything you’ve been through these last few months, I thought it might cheer you up if we celebrated your birthday like you were among your people!

Jack smiled and laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, causing Em’brel to look worried. Did I do something wrong?

As Jack looked around, he could see all the workers who’d stayed through the winter present in the ship. Ger’ron and Fea’en were setting up a game of chess to decide who got the chair every evening. Lon’thul was in a corner, grabbing a chunk of meat as he started working up to some new hunting story to the woodworkers. Tel’ron was speaking to an Angela duplicate about a new metal hardening technique she’d been trying to teach him. Then there was S’haar, leaning back against the door frame. She was watching Jack closely with a contented smile on her face.

Jack’s smile grew deeper and warmer as he turned back to Em’brel. No, this is perfect. Thank you.

Em’brel twirled back into the gathering with a squeal of delight, weaving between the guests as she played hostess once more. Jack looked over to another Angela floating nearby and whispered to her under his breath. Didn’t have the heart to tell her we usually stop celebrating birthdays like this somewhere between our teens and twenties, did you?

Angela whispered back with a big happy grin. Nope!

S’haar came over and wrapped Jack into a comfortable and now familiar hug from behind. As they watched, Em’brel broke out in laughter at something one of the woodworkers told her. Tonight she didn’t have a care in the world. Jack turned back to Angela. Good. See to it she never finds out!

Angela saluted smartly. Though the salute was offset slightly by her impish grin. Aye aye, captain!

When Em’brel turned her attention back to Jack, he held up the plate of cake and made a show of taking a bite, which earned him an even bigger smile than before.

Once her attention was pulled away again, Jack leaned back to his AI sister. Ok, you’ve got one year to teach her how to make an edible cake. Please use it wisely!

Chapter 2

Sare’en was incredibly nervous, but knew she had to speak up if she ever wanted to pay back her debt to her savior. Even if that meant she had to force herself to do so.

When the notice had gone out that the Dragon’s Outpost was looking for more volunteers, she’d stood up with the rest, but she’d been overlooked in the first group due to her short stature and timid nature. So when the hunter chief’s son had come back to escort the second group of volunteers, she’d made sure she was front and center. She was confident they’d need some arlack at the outpost, and while she’d never taken care of them without oversight, Lady Ta’miel had said she was just about ready to handle her own herd.

When Lon’thul had first asked Sare’en what skills she had to offer, she’d frozen up under his gaze. Everyone knew his father was the most terrifying male in the village, and while the son didn’t seem as frightening, the scent of death seemed to linger around him, too. After all, he’d been part of the scouting group that had first made contact with the raider invasion.

One moment stretched into the next, and still, Sare’en couldn’t bring herself to speak. When the hunter took a step closer, she was confident he was about to shout at her or belittle her the way most males did. When he brought his hand up, she flinched back, but instead of slapping her, he just rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. Hey now, I don’t bite, well, not pretty young females, anyway! So take a moment to catch your breath, and just tell me what you do.

Sare’en realized the hunter was trying to be comforting, but somehow that almost made things worse. Their close proximity, combined with the fact that she was now the center of everyone’s attention, was almost too much, but she knew that saying nothing here and now might cost her the only chance to work with and pay back her hero. Arlack!… I’m an arlack…herder….

Lon’thul’s grin grew even broader. That’s perfect! Jack’s been making noise that we needed some arlack at the Outpost! Said I should see if I could track someone down to help him design and set up some stables and whatever else they might need. Think you’re up to the job?

Sare’en gritted her teeth, closed her hands firmly, and nodded emphatically. Lon’thul grinned. Great! We’ll be leaving early tomorrow, so get your things together and meet me outside the inn at sunrise. See ya then!

With that, the hunter’s attention was directed elsewhere, and he moved on to speak with more volunteers. Now that she was no longer the center of attention, Sare’en felt tension she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding drain out of her shoulders. She wove her way through the crowd like she usually did, unseen and unnoticed. Lady Ta’miel had once joked that Sare’en had so little presence, it was almost like she didn’t even exist.

Finally, she made her way back to the stables. Once inside, she was met by Lady Ta’miel. So, did this time go any better than the last?

The Lady was currently scratching an arlack behind the ear. As usual, she exuded a calming aura to everything around her. That’s part of what made her so good with the animals. It also made it easy for Sare’en to speak with her. Yeah, I got accepted! They were looking for someone to help them set up stables for arlack, and apparently, I’ve got the job!

Lady Ta’miel smiled. That’s great! Although…to do the job properly, you will have to break through that shell and speak to others. Think you can handle that?

Sare’en frowned and shrugged. I’ll have to. It’s not like I could stay your apprentice forever…and this way, I get to pay back my debt!

Lady Ta’miel’s smile made Sare’en’s heart leap as the older female spoke. Well then, I think this will be a good thing for you! I am proud of you. Now go and pack your things. I’ll have one of the males take over your duties. They’ll have to learn to get along without you, anyway.

Sare’en squeaked in excitement and ran off to pack her bags.

-

The journey took the better part of the morning. Many of the craftsmen and women who weren’t used to so much walking were exhausted by the journey’s end. However, Sare’en’s legs were weak for an entirely different reason. They were all about to be greeted by the Outpost leader and her infamous assistant.

Lady S’haar was physically shorter than the males in the group but somehow seemed to tower over everyone present. When she spoke, everyone listened. Welcome to Dragon’s Outpost. If any of you didn’t know, I am S’haar, and I’m in charge of this place. Depending on your specialties, you’ll have various other masters you’ll be reporting to, but I wanted to meet you first to lay down some ground rules.

As she spoke, Lady S’haar started pacing back and forth, looking for all the world like a caged beast searching for a way to break free of its pen. First, while you are here, you are a guest of this Outpost, but so is everyone else. Regardless of your class or social position back in the village, you will treat everyone in this camp as your equal or better. If you can’t accept that, you’ll be housed away from the productive workers and sent back with the village’s next shipment.

Lady S’haar stopped her pacing and swept her gaze over the group. It almost seemed like she was some great predator, examining the herd for weakness. Sare’en flinched back under the scrutiny, and Lady S’haar’s odd assistant immediately turned and locked his gaze onto the herder. She’d caught a glimpse of him during his second visit to the village, and again when they’d shown up to rescue them from the freeze, but he looked different now. His face was severely damaged and partially hidden by an eyepatch and his cloak’s cowl. When he’d walked up, he’d also used a cane to compensate for the noticeable limp he now had.

He continued watching Sare’en as Lady S’haar continued her speech. Back that way, you’ll see the dragon’s cave. Do not go in there unless invited by Em’brel, Jack, or myself. If you do, the best fate you can hope for is to be sent back to the village with the next ore shipment. I’ll leave other possible fates up to your imagination…

Lady S’haar turned and indicated the odd male, who finally broke off his scrutiny to gaze at the rest of the group. "This is Jack. He has no official position at this camp, but if he has anything to say to you, all I can say is you’d be very wise to listen. If he addresses you, it will be through a translator, such as myself. However, he can understand all of you perfectly fine. And just to avoid any confusion, yes, he is that Jack. His stature may not impress you, but he has many odd and powerful magics with which he can protect himself and his friends. So do not test or challenge him. Even if there wasn’t an entire camp of raiders whose fate should tell you why that would be a bad idea, I will take it as a personal attack and treat it as such."

Lady S’haar then turned her piercing gaze back to the group, as though daring anyone to challenge her here and now. To avoid any rumors or misunderstandings, yes, we are bonded. No, neither of us are looking for any other partners. While we’re on that subject, there is another young female you might have heard rumors about and may see around this camp. Her name is Em’brel, and you should think of her as my daughter for all intents and purposes. Once again, if anyone lays a hand on her in any way she does not welcome, I will take that as a personal attack and react accordingly.

Jack leaned over and said something quietly, to which S’haar nodded before continuing. There are other rules around the camp, but they’re mostly the same as back in the village. If you’re not sure about anything, speak to the master of your discipline, they’ll have any answers you seek. Speaking of, it’s time to meet them. When I call your discipline, go meet with the master whose name I mention. Hunters and woodsmen, Lon’thul. Metalworkers and smelters, Tel’ron.

As she listed off professions and names, everyone split off to their new groups until Sare’en was alone and once again unnoticed. Unnoticed by everyone except for Jack, who turned and spoke with Lady S’haar once more.

The warrior woman started to respond, "Listen, I know you don’t like the term magic, but it’s far easier than explaining…" but she was cut off by Jack saying something else and pointing toward Sare’en.

Lady S’haar approached Sare’en with a slight frown. The girl found herself trembling under the scrutiny. Eventually, the older argu’n stopped short of Sare’en and gave her a brief once over. Why didn’t you go to one of the masters when I called your profession?

Sare’en was unable to speak. She was already making a mess of things, and her mind became a blur of missed opportunities and things she could have done better in the short time she remained silent.

That was when Lady S’haar’s consort spoke up again. Then he smiled at Sare’en. Something about his smile relaxed her. She could see the male had flat teeth, like an arlack. Then Lady S’haar took a deep breath and spoke again. Sorry, let me rephrase that. You seem a bit lost. Is there something we overlooked?

Snapping her attention back to Lady S’haar, Sare’en brought her fist to her chest and bowed her head. No…um…I’m sorry, what I mean to say…um…

Sare’en took a deep breath and started over. Lady S’haar, when the deep freeze struck, I was with the arlack and took the time to make sure they were all in their pens before going to the gathering spot. As a result, I was one of the last to arrive and was positioned on the room’s outermost edge. I was near death when you came with food and fire. You saved my life! I vow to serve you for the rest of my life in payment of that debt!

She was now staring intently at her feet, deeply embarrassed but proud that she’d been able to say her piece. A moment passed, and eventually, the male spoke up again. Lady S’haar also spoke, but her voice and mannerisms seemed to change as if she echoed the male beside her. And what kind of service is it that you offer?

Sare’en looked up, her gaze passing between the male and Lady S’haar for a moment before settling on the male, if only because she found his gaze less intimidating. Ummm…I’m an arlack herder…um…Lord Jack? I’m here to help you get set up and ready for your own herd and to tend them once they’ve arrived.

The male laughed, and Lady S’haar began translating again. It was hard to know who to pay attention to, and Sare’en found her attention shifting back and forth between them as they spoke. Jack is fine. I’m no Lord. At least not to my friends, anyway. Also, that’s great news! We’ve wanted to get a herd for a while now, and your expertise will be invaluable. Come with us. We’ll give you a brief tour and show you where we were thinking about setting up the pens.

It took the girl a moment to process what he’d said, especially the part about friends, then another moment to start following after the two. Despite the slower pace they’d set due to Jack’s limp, she didn’t catch up as they were passing through the gate.

Looking up, the gate was much larger than it had seemed at a distance. It was probably about thirty feet tall, with guard towers standing closer to forty. Looking back after she passed through the gate, she noticed a raised walkway spanned the whole inside of the wall that allowed the guards to walk between the towers and still have total vision over the wall to the field beyond.

Looking down, she could see the pathways weren’t made of packed dirt, as she’s been expecting. Instead, they had long walkways filled with countless stones. Her talons couldn’t find purchase as easily against the rocks, but she imagined they were well worth the inconvenience when it rained, so the walkways weren’t just streams of mud to wade through.

Lady S’haar took over the tour, with Jack hobbling along, quietly talking to himself for some reason. So, nearest the eastern gate, we have the main guardhouse and the hunters’ lodge. Positioned for quick, easy access to the wall or the wilds, accordingly.

She indicated some larger buildings further up the path they were on. Up that way, you can see the woodworking and metalworking halls. Just past them are the workers’ billets. Eventually, we’d like to get more private housing set up for our more permanent residents, but after this winter’s excitement, we focused on finishing the walls and just getting this place functioning first. So we’ll take you back there and set up a room for you later. In the middle of the billets is the common well, designed by our own Em’brel.

There was that name again. There had been whispers around the village that the dragon’s representative, Jack apparently, had taken a young female noble as his concubine. But if what Lady S’haar had said was true, she was more like a daughter to the pair than some kind of indentured servant. Sare’en was starting to wonder what this Em’brel was like.

She was so deep in thought that Sare’en almost missed the next part. So the two most open areas we have available are near the northern and southern gates. Where do you think we should put the pens?

Put on the spot, Sare’en started to freeze up again. Ah, um, I’m not…I mean, I don’t…That is to say, I need to know a bit more about the surrounding lands first…sorry…

Lady S’haar’s consort laughed and spoke up again, with Lady S’haar translating. This was something that would take some getting used to. Why should you be sorry? That’s what I would expect to hear from someone who took their job seriously. Come on, we’ll head back to the billets. We’ll get some food and have Em’brel meet us with some maps. That way, you can see what the surrounding landscape looks like.

Sare’en nodded emphatically. Yes, that sounds good. But, um…just one question… What’s a map?

-

Sare’en was deciding if she should dig into the churlish flank she’d been served or wait for Lady S’haar to eat first when Em’brel walked into the room.

Unlike Sare’en, Em’brel drew the eyes of everyone in the room. She was quick to laugh and smile with everyone she passed by, and it was clear she was the darling of the Outpost. Sare’en suspected S’haar’s warning earlier was probably unnecessary. If anyone was foolish enough to mess with the girl in any way, they’d likely face the wrath of the entire Outpost.

Sare’en also noticed that the hunter chief’s son was a close second to S’haar in protectiveness. When he walked in, right behind Em’brel, he still had his easy going expression, but this time, his smile didn’t quite reach all the way to his eyes like before. Instead, they had an odd edge as he quickly scanned the corners and shadows before relaxing and laughing at some bawdy joke someone else in the room shared with him.

Em’brel approached their table with some rolled-up animal skins and a smile. I brought the maps, just like you asked! Sorry if I took a little too long. Angela was in the middle of an explanation about ethical philosophy and wanted to finish up her description of utilitarianism. I never thought there could be so many ways to look at right and wrong! It always seemed so simple before!

Lady S’haar’s consort laughed and said something else to the girl, though this time, Lady S’haar didn’t bother to offer a translation.

Apparently, Em’brel understood him just fine, although she looked confused as she responded. I don’t think we’ve gotten to that one yet, but why is there a whole philosophy around what people can’t do?

Jack laughed harder than before and said something else, making Em’brel laugh this time. Well, that’s just a silly name for someone, philosopher or not.

The young lady turned to Sare’en and gave an awkward quasi-formal bow that was hindered by the rolls of animal skin she carried and smiled. Oh, forgive my poor manners. I’m Em’brel! You must be Sare’en. Jack’s already told me a lot about you.

This confused Sare’en. When had Jack had the time to say anything to anyone? They’d been together since she’d gotten here. Looking at the odd male, she noticed he was smiling again with those strange flat teeth. Perhaps he was a wizard, just like Lady S’haar had said. Still, he seemed friendly enough, and it was hard to be too afraid of a male who laughed when Lon’thul came and slapped him on the back while repeated the same joke the hunter had been told earlier. Lady S’haar looked on at the two with disapproval clear on her face, though Sare’en noticed her eyes seemed to smile, rather than reflect the frown on her lips this time.

For her part, Em’brel huffed and placed her rolls down, unfurling one in such a way that Jack was forced to quickly pick up his plate of food to keep it from being covered by the skin. While his expression was hard to read due to his deformities, Sare’en got the distinct impression he enjoyed causing a bit of trouble and the reactions that came with it.

Finally, looking down at the skin, Sare’en could see many odd shapes had been drawn on it. Em’brel began explaining. So, here in the north and south are the best areas to put the pens. They have large open spaces, easy access to a gate, and we were planning on putting more wells in both places, anyway.What do you think?

Sare’en had no idea what she was looking at. Her brow furrowed as she tried to understand how what Em’brel was saying had any connection to the drawing on the animal skin. She didn’t want to say anything and disappoint these people, but she felt more hopelessly lost by the minute.

That was when Lady S’haar’s consort —Jack, she reminded herself— spoke up again. Pretty soon, Em’brel was wide-eyed with surprise and embarrassment. Oh, I’m sorry! You’ve never seen a map before, have you? At least not like this! Let me explain!

Em’brel started pointing at the shapes as she spoke. So, this is a scale representation of the camp. This is the east gate. Here is the guardhouse and hunter’s lodge, and here…

As the explanation went on, Sare’en finally grasped what she was saying. This was a drawing of the camp, as seen from above. Soon she could imagine she was looking down at the same paths she’d walked through not long ago. She started to get excited before realizing what was wrong and felt dismayed again. Um…this is really neat, but what I really need is to know what the surrounding land looks like, sorry…

Em’brel waved away her concern. Not a problem, that’s why I brought this one!

The young female unraveled another skin over the top of the first. She’d been so excited to show off that both Jack and S’haar had to lift their drinks to save them from the unfurling skin. This one showed the camp again, but it was much smaller in this map. It was surrounded by a whole new set of shapes, which Em’brel began explaining to the other girl excitedly.

-

Jack sat back, content to listen and watch as the two girls bonded. S’haar looked over at him, amused by his sly smile. Then, leaning over, she whispered to him. How’d you know these two would get along so well? Aside from their age, they don’t seem to have much in common.

Jack whispered back. Well, I noticed Sare’en seemed a bit out of place among the other argu’n. I’m guessing she works with arlack because she’s more comfortable with them than her own people. Honestly, if I’d been born an argu’n, I imagine I’d be similar to her in many ways. Since Em’brel is already used to and comfortable with my mannerisms, I figured they’d get along fine. Besides, she seems to be a big fan of yours. They’ve got at least that much in common.

S’haar watched as Em’brel shooed Lon’thul away after he accidentally startled Sare’en by loudly speaking up right behind her. Alright, alright, you did good this time. Now, what say we take advantage of the house being empty at the moment and go enjoy some personal time, hmmm?

Jack grinned and had a quick word with Lon’thul to let him know he’d have to escort Em’brel home once they’d wrapped up here. After that, the two of them escaped, intending to make the best use of the unexpected privacy they’d been given.

Chapter 3

Jack listened to Em’brel describe the wild grain and roots the villages used to supplement their diets. The more powerful members of a village eat mostly meat, with just a few garnishes for a bit of variety. However, the less well-off you are, the more you’d eat things like bread and roots. Sometimes that can even become the majority of a person’s diet, leading to shorter lifespans. Also, what we call bread has little in common with your bread. It’s much thinner and crunchier and also has very little taste.

Angela nodded. Yeah, sounds like basic unleavened bread. Based on my analysis, an argu’n could probably supplement around fifty percent of their diet with food sources other than meat. Any more than that, and you’ll run into some unavoidable nutritional deficiencies.

Jack was nodding. Now that we’re approaching spring, it might be a good idea to look into getting some seeds and planting some crops. We might need to get a windmill set up, or at least something similar, to help grind the grain.

Tilting his head to the side, Jack continued. Speaking of, since we’re limited on raw materials for more solar panels, could we set up some wind turbines to generate more power for you, Angela?

Angela looked deep in thought. "Well, it won’t take as many rare raw materials to make a wind turbine, but even for a moderately sized one, many of the components would be larger than I can