《Ripple & Riddle》


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    ¡°Ugh, coin... That¡¯s what we need,¡± Edric groaned and dropped his head onto the tavern¡¯s wobbly table. In the crowded room, alive with voices and smelling of cheap ale, it was nearly impossible to properly sulk.


    They called the place ¡®The Ripple & Riddle.¡¯ It perched atop an old stone bridge over the city¡¯s quiet canal. Even though it clearly needed repairs, it still had a cozy charm for its regulars.


    Edric shot a brief glare at Lyra, who sat across from him with a half-empty tankard. ¡°Flat broke, and it¡¯s killing me,¡± he muttered, drumming his fingertips against the scarred tabletop.


    Lyra smirked and sipped her cheap ale. ¡°I hate to say I told you so. Actually¡±¡ªher grin widened¡ª¡°I take that back. You had ample chance to set things right.¡±


    He lifted his head, squinting against the sunlight pouring in. ¡°Let¡¯s remember who roped me into that sham job for half-pay in the first place. Unless I¡¯m forgetting, you¡¯re just as stuck as I am.¡±


    Lyra shrugged. ¡°Fine, we¡¯re both in the muck.¡± She let out a small sigh. ¡°We¡¯ll find proper work soon enough. If everything goes sour, we can always wring a little sympathy out of soft-hearted folks.¡± With a tilt of her tankard, she drained the remaining ale.


    Before he could reply, an anxious voice from behind the bar caught their attention. Old Jannik, the wiry tavern owner, held a crumpled parchment in his rough hands. His brow was more creased than usual. A few patrons glanced their way but went back to their cups.


    Edric and Lyra exchanged looks. Legitimate jobs were scarce, and if Jannik needed help, this might be their chance to earn some coin.


    ¡°Speaking of charity,¡± Edric murmured, pushing himself upright. ¡°Looks like our dear friend might have a problem that could solve our own.¡±


    Lyra slid her empty tankard aside. ¡°If we¡¯re lucky, this might be the ¡®real job¡¯ we¡¯ve been hoping for.¡±


    ¡°You two,¡± he said gruffly, voice carrying a tinge of relief. ¡°Got a moment?¡±


    Edric flashed a crooked smile. ¡°For you, Jannik? Always.¡±


    Lyra, standing a half-pace behind Edric, adopted her usual guarded expression. ¡°Does this moment pay?¡±


    Jannik sighed. ¡°Gods know I wouldn¡¯t be asking if it didn¡¯t.¡± He paused to glance around the tavern. Most patrons were too drunk to eavesdrop. ¡°But don¡¯t expect a princely sum. Times are tight for me, too.¡±


    Edric¡¯s gaze flicked to the parchment. Although it lay upside down, he made out a fractured city crest at the top¡ªa stylized hawk¡¯s wing. ¡°Something official?¡±


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    Jannik grimaced, clearly debating how much to reveal. Eventually, he exhaled in resignation. ¡°A bit of both. It¡¯s from Councilman Rhyden. He claims I owe more ¡®city improvements¡¯ fees. If I don¡¯t pay¡ªor make some deal¡ªhe¡¯ll shut me down.¡±


    ¡°Rhyden,¡± Edric muttered, tapping a finger against the bar. ¡°He¡¯s the one hiking fees in the northern quarter, isn¡¯t he?¡±


    ¡°Aye,¡± Jannik confirmed, lowering his voice further. ¡°And he¡¯s always careful enough to leave no loose ends. If I give him so much as a copper, he¡¯ll bleed me dry.¡±


    Lyra¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Why not just pay the watch directly¡ªthe usual bribe?¡±


    ¡°Rhyden¡¯s beyond that now,¡± Jannik said bitterly. ¡°He¡¯s got enough muscle to demand all he wants. I need a more permanent fix¡ªsomething that¡¯ll force him to back off.¡±


    Edric weighed the risk in his mind. Going up against a councilman felt way too ambitious for two nearly broke freelancers. Still, if Rhyden had that much money, it could mean a good payday¡ªif they lived to see it. Desperation (or was it determination?) lit a spark in Edric¡¯s eyes.


    ¡°So,¡± he said. ¡°Where do we start?¡±


    Jannik let out a breath, tension leaving his shoulders. He tucked the parchment into a drawer. ¡°Leverage. Rhyden¡¯s up to something¡ªmaybe smuggling, maybe worse. Bring me proof¡ªdocuments, names, anything¡ªand I¡¯ll use it before he buries me.¡±


    Lyra leaned an elbow on the bar, her posture deceptively casual. ¡°That¡¯s a bit broad. Where do we even start?¡±


    ¡°Word has it he¡¯s got some deal in the docks. Maybe smuggling, maybe worse. If you find out who he¡¯s working with¡ªsome details of that deal¡ªor better yet bring back documents or a confession, I¡¯ll pay you all I can.¡±


    He cleared his throat. ¡°I¡¯d consider you permanent friends. Free drinks, and a free bed in the storage room, if things get dire.¡±


    Edric and Lyra exchanged a look. Free drinks weren¡¯t exactly piles of gold, but steady coin, and a safe haven, wasn¡¯t an offer they got every day.


    ¡°We¡¯ll do it,¡± Edric said, trying to sound confident. ¡°But we¡¯ll need a little coin up front. We can¡¯t pull this off with just¡±¡ªhe gestured at their threadbare clothes¡ª¡°this.¡±


    Jannik reached into his apron pocket and produced ten small silver coins. It wasn¡¯t dazzling, but it was something. ¡°I can spare this much. It¡¯s a pittance¡ªI¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Lyra scooped up the coins with delicate precision. ¡°You¡¯ll owe us more if we succeed.¡±


    Jannik rubbed the back of his neck, his smile strained. ¡°You have my word. Just don¡¯t spook Rhyden. If he catches wind that you¡¯re sniffing around...¡± He trailed off, letting the warning hang in the air.


    Rumors of Rhyden¡¯s ruthlessness were known. Lyra and Edric exchanged a silent look, each acknowledging the risk. A councilman with enough power to extort citizens at will wouldn¡¯t hesitate to cut down two freelance nobodies.


    But Lyra had one more lingering doubt. ¡°Why us?¡± she asked, fixing Jannik with a sharp stare. ¡°We¡¯re neither brilliant investigators nor champion fighters.¡±


    Jannik shrugged helplessly. ¡°Because in a tavern full of half-drunk patrons, you two stand out as just desperate¡ªor crazy¡ªenough to say yes. No offense.¡±


    The two of them were slightly startled by his honesty, they did have a reputation for taking nearly any request. Never getting a real stable job because it wasn¡¯t ¡®fun¡¯, but this time their fun might end differently.


    Edric mustered a dry laugh. ¡°At least you¡¯re honest.¡± He rested a hand briefly on the bar in a half-promise, half-farewell gesture, then turned toward the exit.


    Lyra shot Jannik a final measured glance and followed suit. Sunlight hit them with a searing brightness as they stepped onto the old stone bridge, the canal water glimmering far below. The gentle murmur of the current and the hush of the midday breeze seemed oddly peaceful¡ªan ironic contrast to the dangerous errand that lay ahead.


    Silver coins jingling faintly in Lyra¡¯s pouch, they set off, shoulders back and heads high, each hoping this job wouldn¡¯t be their last.

 Docks

    A wide stone landing ran along the water¡¯s edge, offering a perfect view of the busy docks below. The salty breeze carried the distant shouts of sailors and the creaking of old hulls, creating a nearly peaceful atmosphere¡ªuntil a burst of laughter cut through it.


    ¡°Seriously, Ed? A cape?¡± Lyra managed between giggles, pointing at the small flourish of fabric draped across Edric¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Trying to look heroic, are we? Because it¡¯s definitely not working.¡±


    Edric tugged nervously at the cape¡¯s collar. ¡°Laugh it up,¡± he grumbled, rolling his eyes. ¡°Meanwhile, we still don¡¯t have a clue which ship or crew belongs to Rhyden. How are we supposed to spot one shady deal among all these vessels?¡±


    He swept his arm across the pier, frustration clear in his voice. ¡°I don¡¯t see any sign that says ¡®Criminal Activity This Way.¡¯


    Suddenly, a gruff voice rang out behind them. ¡°Oi! Move aside¡ªmy lads have crates to haul and you¡¯re blocking the way!¡± A hardened man in a wrinkled uniform glared, an insignia on his chest marking him as a port official. ¡°If you¡¯ve no business here, clear off.¡±


    Lyra¡¯s face darkened in instinctive defiance. But Edric placed a steadying hand on her arm. ¡°Sure thing¡ªwe¡¯re moving,¡± he called back as he urged Lyra to follow him out of the man¡¯s earshot.


    She turned on him, confused. ¡°Why are we walking away? We could¡¯ve¡ª¡±


    ¡°The last thing we need is suspicion,¡± Edric muttered, releasing a quiet sigh. ¡°The guy¡¯s overstepping, but that doesn¡¯t matter. We can¡¯t afford them watching us.¡±


    She pursed her lips, reluctantly giving in. ¡°You¡¯re probably right. But how do we keep an eye on the shipments now?¡±


    His answering grin was quick and conspiratorial. ¡°Who says we can¡¯t? We¡¯ll just need a better vantage point.¡±


    They headed for a small tavern just off the dockside street. Outside, worn-out cargo haulers slumped on benches, tankards in hand. Inside, the place was dimly lit with mismatched chairs, stained tables, and a permanent smell of salt and ale¡ªalmost like the Ripple all over again. Lyra ordered tea, then followed Edric up a narrow flight of stairs.


    ¡°Not bad,¡± she said, settling into a chair near the large window that overlooked the docks. ¡°I approve.¡±


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    ¡°Don¡¯t embarrass yourself,¡± Lyra cut him off. Edric¡¯s face turned red as he made a strangled sound that was part cough, part gulp.


    Creaking footsteps on the stairs made both of them tense. Edric glanced at Lyra, half expecting trouble¡ªuntil the familiar shopkeeper appeared, tray in hand.


    ¡°Your tea is ready!¡± she announced. Easing over, she set two steaming cups on the table before retreating back downstairs.


    Lyra studied Edric¡¯s reaction. ¡°Getting cold feet?¡± her tone more sincere than usual. She stirred her tea deliberately. The gentle clink of her spoon against the porcelain filled the brief silence.


    ¡°No,¡± he answered too fast. His voice faltered, betraying his nerves. ¡°I¡¯m just¡­a little anxious. This is the first time we¡¯ve tackled something this big.¡± His gaze traveled back to the bustling harbor, where crates and barrels were steadily hauled off the ships.


    ¡°It¡¯s the first time we¡¯ve done anything like this¡±, he said softly. ¡°Wish I had a more useful spell¡ªsomething besides this party trick.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s the price of studying under a charlatan,¡± Lyra mused, taking a careful sip of her tea. ¡°But I get it. A new Flaw is about the last thing either of us needs right now.¡±


    Flaws are the unavoidable price of practicing magic: each person is born with a strictly limited capacity for spells, and every incantation, no matter how small, carries its own imperfection. Over time, this imperfection steadily worsens until it reaches a plateau, where the Flaw matures into a permanent limitation.


    She offered him a small, supportive smile. ¡°Still, your mimicry spell can help.¡±


    Edric¡¯s blank look told her how much faith he really had in it. ¡°Sometimes,¡± she conceded with a half-smile. ¡°Fine¡ªit¡¯s mostly a novelty.¡±


    ¡°At least you¡¯ve got wind magic,¡± he pointed out, raising his cup to sip. He immediately winced and pulled back, tongue burning. ¡°Ow!¡±


    ¡°Stir first, genius.¡±


    Edric set the cup on the table, blowing gingerly on the surface. ¡°Got it,¡± he muttered through a slightly scalded tongue. ¡°But seriously, how do we pinpoint anything shady from all this?¡± He gestured to the window as workers shuffled crates along the walkways.


    They stayed by the window for hours as cargo was loaded and unloaded. Nothing looked particularly suspicious.


    ¡°This is exhausting,¡± Edric sighed. ¡°We can¡¯t just sit here all day and night hoping something falls into our laps.¡±


    ¡°In hindsight, it was a flimsy plan,¡± Lyra admitted, just as tired of staring at crates. By the time the sun began to sink, the beverage house was closing.


    ¡°Let¡¯s cut our losses,¡± Edric said. Together, they slipped downstairs, startling the staff who¡¯d assumed they¡¯d left already.


    Once outside, they started for their usual boarding house. As they passed through the wharf district¡¯s exit, Lyra paused at a notice nailed to a wooden pillar.


    ¡°Need a job? Councilman Rhyden wants you,¡¯¡± she read aloud. Edric peered over her shoulder.


    ¡°No elves, dwarfs, or otherwise,¡± he added, reading the smaller print at the bottom. ¡°Humans only.¡±


    Lyra¡¯s mouth twisted wryly. ¡°I guess that¡¯s a job for you, then.¡± Her slightly pointed ears were just visible through her dark hair¡ªenough to explain why she was disqualified.


    Edric stepped closer and tore the notice from the pillar. He held the important piece in his hand, an unspoken question passing between them.


    ¡°This is perfect!¡±

 A Slippery Start

    Edric paced around his cramped room at the boarding house, his gaze drifting back to the job listing he¡¯d picked up earlier. Questions buzzed in his mind like angry bees, making him dizzy. Eventually, he sank onto his bed and draped an arm over his eyes.


    ¡°It¡¯s just a butler job,¡± he muttered. ¡°I can handle that¡­ right?¡±


    The moment he said it, doubts crashed over him. You¡¯ve never done this before. You¡¯ll be awful. Rhyden will figure out you¡¯re spying on him. They won¡¯t hire you at all. You¡¯ll end up working for that creep forever just for some coin¡­


    He shuddered at the idea of ditching his carefree odd jobs for steady employment. It went against the promise he¡¯d made to himself: never to settle in one place. But he needed money, so what choice did he really have?


    A soft knock on the door pulled him away from his worries. He sat up, trying to look less miserable. ¡°Come in,¡± he called, half expecting the visitor.


    Lyra slipped into the room, exactly as he¡¯d guessed¡ªshe was the only person who ever checked on him.


    ¡°How are you holding up?¡± she asked, her tone laced with gentle concern. ¡°Big day, huh?¡±


    Edric gave a halfhearted shrug. ¡°I¡¯m about to apply for a job with the most detestable man in the city. I¡¯d say I¡¯m doing great.¡± While Edric wasn¡¯t sure of every evil person in the city he was sure Rhyden would be up there.


    She offered a sympathetic smile. ¡°He might be the worst, but at least you¡¯ll earn some coin. And once the job¡¯s done¡ªif all goes well¡ªwe can celebrate with Jannik¡¯s beer.¡±


    That perked him up just a little. ¡°What¡¯ll you be doing while I¡¯m slaving away?¡±


    ¡°Other than freeloading off you?¡± Lyra quipped without shame. ¡°Seriously, though, Jannik gave both of us a task, right? So I¡¯ll dig around for more info on my end. Not sure where I¡¯ll start, but I¡¯ll manage.¡±


    She glanced around his tiny room, then turned back to him. ¡°Speaking of which, where exactly are you headed?¡±


    Edric flipped the job notice over, checking the small map on the back even though he¡¯d already memorized it. ¡°It¡¯s in the southern quarter,¡± he said.


    Lyra¡¯s eyes went wide. ¡°That¡¯s at least an hour¡¯s walk.¡±


    ¡°Sure it is. Rich folks always live down there, right?¡± He hesitated. ¡°What¡¯s the problem?¡±


    ¡°You only have an hour left,¡± she pointed out.


    He shot upright, panic jolting through him. ¡°I¡ªI¡¯ll never make it in time!¡±


    Lyra sighed. ¡°Probably not if you just run. But I have an idea.¡±


    She led him outside into the crowded courtyard, where travelers and peddlers bustled around and porters lugged crates. Once they were out there, she motioned for Edric to step closer.


    ¡°All right, we need speed,¡± she said, tying her hair back. ¡°Use your mimic spell.¡±


    He blinked. ¡°Now? Here?¡±


    Lyra nodded firmly. Edric¡¯s decided to go along with whatever her plan was and channeled his power into the mimic spell. The sound of Lyra¡¯s voice from the previous day could now be heard in the courtyard: ¡°It¡¯s mostly a novelty.¡± The sound faded as the Flaw sprang to life.


    A transparent film spread across the ground under his feet. ¡°This is still so strange,¡± he groaned, trying not to stumble as his boots skimmed the slick surface.Stolen story; please report.


    ¡°Well, I like weird,¡± Lyra said with a grin. She readied herself, then unleashed a gust of wind that caught them both. ¡°Hold on!¡± A whoosh of air erupted around them.


    ¡°Wait¡ªwhoa!¡± he yelped. With the ground so slippery, the blast of air hurled them forward at an incredible speed. Colors blurred around them as they shot across the courtyard, leaving onlookers speechless in their wake.


    The wind tore at Edric¡¯s hair, and his heart pounded every time they jolted over uneven stones. A startled woman dashing out of their path shouted in alarm, sending her laundry basket flying, clothes scattering everywhere.


    ¡°Sorry!¡± Lyra called over her shoulder, sounding more amused than remorseful. Her eyes glittered with excitement, and Edric felt his own adrenaline rising despite his anxiety.


    ¡°Ever since I found out about your Flaw, I¡¯ve wanted to try it!¡± she shouted, voice filled with glee.


    They veered into the main street, swerving around shocked pedestrians who leapt aside. Edric¡¯s pulse pounded in his ears, half-terror, half-thrill. Every bump against the cobblestones rattled his teeth, but he couldn¡¯t help a breathless laugh.


    Suddenly, the slick coating vanished. Edric¡¯s boots caught on solid stone, jarring him forward. Before he could react, Lyra lost her balance too. He realized too late that he¡¯d forgotten to renew the Flaw¡¯s effect.


    Their momentum flung them across the pavement. Edric tried to brace himself, but he still ended up sprawling on the ground, scraping his palms against gravel. Lyra tumbled beside him, looking rattled but not seriously harmed.


    ¡°Sorry,¡± he gasped. ¡°I spaced on the time limit.¡±


    Lyra propped herself on one elbow, shoulders shaking with laughter despite the pain. ¡°Terrible timing, Ed. Ouch.¡± She winced but still managed a grin. ¡°That was incredible¡ªuntil the crash.¡±


    Feeling both foolish and relieved, Edric stood and extended a hand to help her up. ¡°I won¡¯t forget this time,¡± he promised, cheeks burning.


    Refocusing, he channeled the mimic spell a second time. The greasy sheen reappeared, and Lyra immediately whipped up another wind. They lunged forward once more, braced to handle the speed this time. Adrenaline coursed through Edric¡¯s veins, and Lyra¡¯s triumphant grin set his heart racing.


    ¡°C¡¯mon! Faster!¡± she urged, casting a burst of wind behind them.


    A twinge of panic latched onto Edric when he saw a fruit cart directly in their path. ¡°Uh, Lyra!¡±


    ¡°I see it!¡± She flicked her wrist, redirecting the wind so they skated sideways at the last second. They avoided the cart¡ªbarely¡ªwhile apples and melons skittered across the road.


    Lyra whooped in victory, and Edric¡¯s cheeks heated, torn between embarrassment and excitement. If not for the urgent deadline, he might have suggested another loop around just for the thrill.


    ¡°Okay, let¡¯s not kill ourselves,¡± Edric gasped between breaths. ¡°We still need to get to the southern quarter, in one piece preferably.¡±


    She glanced at him with a playful smirk. ¡°Spoken like a man trying to land this city¡¯s biggest butler job!¡±


    They barreled onward, the city blocks whipping by in shades of ocher, stone gray, and golden sun. Overhead, wooden shop signs rattled, while rooftops blurred into jagged outlines. Despite himself, Edric found laughter bubbling up in his chest. He caught a glimpse of Lyra¡¯s bright grin and felt a rush of pure exhilaration.


    ¡°Hard left!¡± Lyra shouted.


    He bent his knees and angled his feet, letting them skid sharply around a bakery corner. A delivery boy stopped in his tracks, nearly dropping a basket of bread as they whizzed past. Edric noticed the buildings growing taller, the gates more elaborate. Decorative arches spiraled with ivy. They were almost in the southern quarter.


    Finally, they slowed, mindful of the heightened security around these parts. Edric¡¯s heart still hammered from the wild ride, and he exchanged a breathless grin with Lyra.


    Gradually, they eased their speed, mindful of the guards stationed at each estate gate. Edric¡¯s heart still thumped from the wild ride, and he exchanged a breathless grin with Lyra, who looked equally exhilarated. A few guards watched them suspiciously, as if uncertain what to make of two wind-powered travelers shooting past their prim hedgerows.


    ¡°Which one is it?¡± Lyra asked between ragged breaths, eyeing the lavish entrances.


    Steeling himself, Edric swallowed. ¡°We keep going. It¡¯s near the old orchard, according to the map.¡± Panic flickered at the thought of being late, but he resisted asking for another reckless burst of speed. They really didn¡¯t need to flatten a rosebush or crash into a wall.


    They reached a winding lane lined with towering sycamores and slowed to a brisk walk. Just when Edric was ready to sprint again, a tall set of wrought-iron gates came into view. Gilded leaves and a crest with a hawk clutching a scepter glinted in the sun, looming in silent splendor.


    Lyra raised an eyebrow. ¡°That¡¯s definitely fancy enough for Rhyden.¡±


    Edric exhaled shakily, dusting off his shirt and wrestling the urge to turn and run. It was too late for second thoughts. Side by side, they stepped up to the imposing gates of the mansion, ready¡ªthough still out of breath.