Cinnamon Bun - Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty

Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty -

“Do you have any idea how little mana I have left?” the man asked.

Sometimes it wasn’t hard to sense that someone didn’t want to be very helpful. Like this man we had met just outside the very same city building that Booksie and I had been waiting in before the wedding started. Apparently it was the nearest and best place to store all of the presents and so a few desks had been shoved aside to clear out some floor space which was used as temporary storage for the heap of gifts Booksie and Rhawr received.

The room was now split pretty much down the middle. To one side, the gifts, to the other, the gift.

“I can hold on to this shield forever, it’s costing me less mana to upkeep than my regeneration rate, but it’s also requiring a lot of focus, and I’m only contracted to work for another hour,” the man said.

He was a rather short grenoil wearing a reddish robe with a rather small wizard’s hat plopped atop his head. The badges pinned to the front of his robes marked him as an active member of the Mages Guild, which was probably why he was here maintaining a magical shield around Rainnewt’s likely-very-bad gift.

“I’m aware of the inconvenience,” Amaryllis said. She didn’t sound all that sincere, or apologetic, but she was trying. “This situation is exactly why the Guild was hired as part of the security for this event.”

“You expected this?” the grenoil wizard asked.

“We took appropriate measures to ensure that if something like this happened, sufficient security would be in place to prevent any malfeasance,” Amaryllis replied rather tersely.

“I’m sorry that you have to keep that shield up,” I said lightly. The shield was a sort of half-dome, stretching across the room and slipping under a box atop which the gift sat. It hummed, even in my limited magical senses. 

I couldn’t tell how much mana the wizard was pouring into it, but it felt like a lot. I could only barely see through the shield, and it looked like it might actually be several thinner shields layered atop each other, each one a tightly woven net of mana, like glowing wires worked into a complex pattern.

“Did you want us to get you anything? There’s stalls outside with like, cakes and snacks? Maybe something to drink?”

The wizard eyed me, but then he shrugged. “I wouldn’t say no to a glass of something,” he said.

I didn’t end up having to fetch that. As it turned out, the maybe-a-bomb had attracted a lot of attention, and there were a couple of members of the Exploration Guild here, as well as a guard captain and some people from the city. Amaryllis and I, as well as Desiree, were the only members of our group here. The others were waiting outside. Caprica wanted to be here, but her own guards almost had kittens when they found out. Calamity and Awen were keeping her company for now.

Amaryllis leaned in closer to me. “We barely have this situation under control, and that’s only because we have momentum. We keep to come up with a solution and quickly, before this turns into a committee and then we’ll never get to the bottom of anything.”

“Okay,” I muttered back as I tried to keep my own voice low. “So, what do we do, then?”

“I imagine we ought to investigate how dangerous the box actually is,” Desiree replied. 

Amaryllis nodded. “Good idea. Afterwards... I do have some talent with magical strings. I could manoeuvre some closer and open the box from afar, without disrupting the shield.”

“Will the shield be enough?” I asked.

“Hmm, fair point. Broccoli, go tell Caprica to find more members of the Mages Guild, someone more senior. We’ll double it up first. Desiree, you’re with me. There might be guards and some members of the Exploration Guild with decent sensory abilities that’ll be able to tell us what’s in that box without poking at it.”

“Got it!” I cheered before darting out of the room. Even though there were lots of people starting to mill around, they let me pass without any trouble. In cases like these, a bun in motion wasn’t to be interrupted, especially if she looked like she knew what she was doing!

It took a minute to explain what Amaryllis had told me to Caprica and the others outside, but she was soon nodding quickly and ready to leap off and fly to find whomever was in charge of the guild.

I darted back in, my bridesmaid outfit as good as a permission slip when it came to allowing me into the room, and then... I had to wait, like everyone else.

Eventually a wizard with a larger, more decorated hat who smelled like soot and smoke came in, and she cast a second layer of magic over the shield. It didn’t waver nearly as much, and I could tell at a glance that the mana making it up was thicker and stronger. 

Then it was time for people to use their senses on the gift.

A few guards had neat skills that allowed them to tell how illegal something might be at a glance, which was... kind of a strange skill to have, but it seemed uncommon, something reserved for guards who had a guard-class for a long time. 

Unfortunately, they reported that the box had nothing going on, which might mean it was empty. Or that what was inside was disguised.

The Exploration Guild tried next. One had a sort of x-ray vision. He said the box had a book in it, as well as something mechanical that he couldn’t decipher, some flowers, and a letter.

That was a surprisingly complex list of things.

“The book could be fake, a way to hide some explosives, and the mechanical device could be the trigger for it,” Amaryllis said. “We’d have to have the insides drawn out in some detail and show it to Awen.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “If it’s a bomb, why send a letter and flowers? They’d just get blown up!”

“As a decoy, perhaps? I don’t think we should risk opening it, in any case,” Amaryllis said. “The wise thing to do would be to burn the entire thing within the shield. We have a few people here with skills that could manage it.”

“Would that set a bomb off?” I asked.

“Not necessarily,” Amaryllis said. “And we have capable mages here who could funnel the explosion away. People will just think it’s another firework.”

I twitched my ears a little. There were still some firecrackers and such going off. In fact, the entire city seemed to be in a party mood. Another pop wouldn’t be noticed... but I still didn’t think it was right.

“If they can funnel out the fire and an explosion, then there’s no reason we shouldn’t open the box carefully from afar,” I said. “We still don’t know if it’s a bomb for real.”

Amaryllis grumbled, but then she nodded. “Let me talk to a few people and get things coordinated.”

It took another half hour, a rather boring one, but by the end of it we had a plan in place, if a simple one. Amaryllis crouched down next to the double shield, a pair of Exploration Guild members flanking her. They both had neat skills that would let them tank any incoming damage for an ally, and were a lot tougher than either of us. The rest of the people in the room were pushed back to behind a third shield, kept up by a junior member of the Mages Guild. 

Amaryllis carefully stretched her magic out into a long sort of string, then she pushed it through the magical shields. They snaked and wavered about, then moved gently forwards and towards the box.

I found myself chewing on the tip of an ear as her magic reached the gift and plucked the ribbon off the top. It came apart, and then Amaryllis had to carefully move her magic wires to tug the wrapping off of the back, peeling it away until she could get at the box itself.

It opened and... nothing much happened.

There was a collective sigh as Amaryllis made the box tip over and a few items fell out.

“That’s... a clock,” I said.

“Looks like it,” Amaryllis replied. 

She pulled everything out until each item was laying on the ground separated from the rest, then she pulled her mana back. “Looks like... a letter, a clock of some sort, a book, and some slightly dried out flowers,” Amaryllis said.

“Why would that scoundrel Rainnewt send items of this sort?” Desiree asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But I bet that letter will let us know.”

I was so curious to read it that I was almost tingling.

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