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Butcher of Gadobhra Chapter 481
🕑 Added 2025-02-21 05:12:46 +0000 UTCSmythe sat at the small wooden table, his following the interesting whorls of the wood and how the woodcarver had delicately added their own touches to create a lovely duet. Each of the chairs and tables of the small teahouse was different but with the same quality. And all were carved of apple wood from the same tree. That bit of information had been given to him by the proprietor, an aging woman named Bess. She had served them tea and left them to talk, needing to warm herself at the small hearth, "Winter is here, and too cold for my old bones."
The taxman had stared at the small teahouse before entering. It was a wonderful example of wood crafting. Any noble would pay highly to have such a place in his or her demesne. But they would have kept it for themselves. To find as part of a small hamlet had intrigued him enough to spend an hour relaxing and going over the information they had gathered.
"What are our impressions of these villages? Sanguine?"
"Well protected. The thorn barrier is far more deadly than a patch of blackberries. It was grown on purpose and will keep out lower-level predators and deter bandit raids. Each of the three entrances has defenses and are well guarded. Those houses flanking the gates are made of stone blocks and large timbers suitable for a small keep. The Baron has given leave for his valued workers to build them and reside here. In times of trouble, the gates will be closed and the Baron's people will keep them closed."
"Huck?"
The little man was sniffing the air and looking around the room, smelling something he couldn't place. A common occurrence for a sniffer. Ebony snapped his fingers and Huck focused. "It was hard at first, but I'm learning to filter our certain smells. The scent of unicorns is almost overwhelming, but I'm getting a handle on it. And the maple syrup! It's all over. They have these big kettles on bonfires slowly boiling maple sap into syrup. It made it hard to smell anything else at first. I checked the silos and the barn and all through the villages. No scent of sickness in man or beast, very healthy. And for having just shipped tons of grain to the Legion, they have a lot left. Full silos of high-quality groats. They do a lot of work in the barns now, each one smells a little different. Cider is being pressed from the apples, and they are pickling all of the extra vegetables in barrels. It would have to be the longest winter on record for them to need all of this food."
"Ebony, you spent a long time examining the homes? What's your estimate of how many families are living in each?"
His other bodyguard shrugged, "One, as far as I can tell, although some are extended families with up to ten people, like older grandparents. I went from home to home, talking with whoever was around. As far as housing goes, they are happy with the Baron. These are the best peasant housing I've seen in our travels. Very snug of hardened, fireproof wood with stone foundations. Some even have glass windows. Very much alike in their construction, which makes some sense since the work was done in less than a week."
"A week? Surely not."
"All of the people agreed. They started at one hamlet with loads of wood, tons of stone, and a plan for each area. The Baron sped things along with building points to provide the wells. As each house was finished, the Wood Wrights came behind and improved on them. The Baron brought them all the way from the Smoke. That's what gives the wood such a dark tint, smoke-infusion. Less rot, can't burn, and twice as hard."
"Any hints about how the Baron is recouping his costs? Long-term debt? Increasing taxes? Both?"
"No sir. In fact, the Baron isn't charging them any taxes. He encouraged them to invest the money into their lands and themselves. He's very popular, from what I can see."
Smythe sighed and took out the scroll sent to him by the Emperor. "I'm not quite believing some of this, we can certainly answer one of the Emperor's concerns about the refugee farmers from Northguard. They seem to be doing just fine and are not being exploited by the Baron of Gadobhra. Well, that we can see. Let's move on for now, but I sense a deepening mystery. We've done enough for one day. We'll ride to Sedgewick and refresh ourselves with dinner. I'll be talking with Inquisitor Diego. Huck, feel free to roam and bring back a report. But I'll remind you of last time: Be careful where you stick your nose."
"I'll be good sir, I doubt a lot has changed and I'll identify anything new and summarize things for a report." As they came around the last bend in the road and could see past a small bit of woods, Huck was distinctly aware of everyone looking at him and chuckling. There was no doubting for a moment that the town was larger, and rising from a small park in the center was the unmistakable tower of a Gnomish Gold Bank. The edges sparkled in the sun and the clock faces on each side ticked off the seconds together
Procurator Smythe patted the small man on the shoulder. "Normally, I might agree with your expectations, Huck. Small towns change little, decade to decade, but the System saw some reason to move Sedgewick to the status of a Tier 3 town, and now we can see why. For their inscrutable reasons, the Gnomes of Cinderstein have upgraded this bank to Gold. I've seen one before, but you don't truly appreciate how large they are until placed in such a setting. Very nicely located too, and the clocktower is gorgeous."
Sanguine pointed to another tower, "Mage's Guild, sir. That's new as well. Interesting design, very non-standard."
What Smythe might have replied was lost when a building in the corner of town, several streets back suddenly sent a belch of flame and smoke into the sky. At the same time, the clock tower struck five o'clock. Five times the chimes rung, and five times the smoke and flame shot into the sky. The smell of roasting meat and sausages washed over them, making everyone hungry and aware it was a long time since breakfast. Huck was white-faced and sweating, pointing at the tall, ramshackle building made of charred timbers."
"Huck! Report!"
"Demon! It's a Demon! Smoke, fire, and metal! And it's only partially bound into that structure. We need to notify the Legion and bring priests and the Inquisition."
Smythe looked around the town. People had certainly noticed the pyrotechnic display, but not with alarm. A young child had even clapped and cheered. "Ebony, please take Huck to the Inn and get him settled, and deal with the horses. Sanguine, on me. I'd like to take a closer look at that structure." His bodyguard nodded and prepared to grab the Procurator and run if needed. But Smythe often had information he didn't share. If his boss seemed unworried, there might be a reason. Taking a narrow alley they passed a Butcher's shop and then a long, low building with only a few narrow windows. At the end was the large wooden structure they'd come to see.
It was liberally posted with warning signs to keep their distance unless making a scheduled delivery or pick up. Outside one set of doors, they saw two cargo wagons, each loaded with twenty-four hogsheads. Each hogshead was stamped with the Aquila, marking them as Legion property. Letters burned into the wood said, "Smoke Meat - Product of Sedgewick, Barony of Gadobhra." As they started to circle the building, the double doors slammed open and a third wagon was pushed out by two silver chains, that took hold of the doors and slammed them shut again.
Intrigued, Smyth moved around to the other side. A wagon was just entering the building, and two more waited. An old man with a shovel threw several large chunks of wood into the firepit, shut the doors, and leaned on his shovel.
"What can we do for you fancy-dressed city folk?"
Smythe noticed Sanguine was on guard and ready to fight or run. Huck had mentioned the Butcher had a Smoke Golem the last time they had been in town. He wasn't familiar with that type of creature. "Visiting, and yes, from the big city on official business, but with to look around. The fireworks your building launched made me curious."
"Oh, that. Yeah, ever since that bank started calling out the hour with bells, the chains have been a little twitchy. Turns out they weren't annoyed, and just wanted to join in. I'm sure he'll grow out of it in time."
"He?"
"The animated chains that smoke the meat. He's been hanging around that damned boy too much. Used to be a terror of a demon. Two in fact. But the damned thing is getting civilized since the Butcher started taking a chunk of him on their adventures."
Smythe scowled a bit. Did the Emperor know this? "Your Butcher consorts with demons?"
"Oh, far worse. Demons and Angels, Emperors and Princesses, and dread creatures from the Smokey Seas." His gaze seemed to go right through Smythe. "But you know all that, Mr. Taxman and Special Envoy, don't you?"
Smythe sighed, "Yes, I suppose I do. But I also have a job to do. Has that demon killed anyone?"
"Sure. It's a demon."
"Lately, within the last two years."
"Like I keep a damned scorecard! But the chains have been bragging. They killed a bunch of Ice Wizards in the city and melted them right down. Took a lot of heat from the pit.
Then there were all those Rime Knights and a Cyclone. Chainey's right proud of that kill. Grabbed by the heart, slammed it to the ground, and held it in place while people kicked its face. Good fight."
"I have...heard something of that. Has it killed anyone here in Sedgewick?"
"Nope. People take the signs seriously around here. "
"Thank you, we'll trouble you no more."
The golem laughed, "You and I both know that's probably not true." His chuckles followed them as they walked to the inn. Smythe consoled himself with having answered another of the Emperor's questions.
Comments
Tim Nash
I’m guessing that is ‘but want to look around’
Konrad2
but with to look around -> tbh not sure what you are trying to say
Konrad2
off the seconds together -> off the seconds together.
Konrad2
some of this, we can -> some of this, but we can
Konrad2
best peasant housing -> best peasant housings
Konrad2
different but with the same quality -> different but of the same quality
Konrad2
his following the interesting -> his eyes following the interesting
RedInkQuill
I recommend that Alek Aundra reach out to you for advice for publishing. So expect a message from him. He writes player 0.4
MadRat
Thx for the chappie 👍👏👏
Michael Clark
Several typos fixed, thanks for catching them.
NameGame
The Pit is getting civilized? Before long it'll want regular breaks and tea time, at this rate. Thanks for the chapter!
TwistedVanity
EDIT The animated chains that smoke the mean Should be "the meat"
Engineer4God
Tank oo fur da chap!
Ari Grad
"Thabk you, we'll trouble you know more." Reads weirdly. Is it supposed to be "we'll trouble you no more." Or a kind of 'we'll come back if we have more questions'?
Uroš
I love these little outside looks into the absurdness that is Sedgewick and Gadobhra :)
Findell
Well he was the OG tax inspector since way back that did the deal for the legion fort and got the yaht as a tax payment. He didnt really cause issues that time either. Other then Huck with his nose.
Felix H.
For ages past the small people had been kept small, and anyone who wanted to change that hot taxed to high heaven and deep hell. So no wonder, that Smythe and his people struggle to keep their Jaws in place when they see what high level farmers and artisans are capable of
PlasmaticPi
Yeah I almost feel like he's smart enough to move to Sedgewick or one of its villages himself while no one knows how nice it is. Or at least buy a vacation home there.
PlasmaticPi
"The animated chains that smoke the mean. You put mean instead of meat
PlasmaticPi
"Smoke Meat - Product of Sedgewick, Barony of Gadobhra." Should that be Smoked Meat? Could see it being Smoke Meat cause of how magical the smoke is but wasn't sure.
Andrew Denton
Well Smythe seems fairly even-handed. Or at least intelligent enough not to act as an enemy to their face.
PlasmaticPi
Very nicely located two, and the clocktower is gorgeous." Wrong spelling of too
