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Akio Abernathy

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Akio Abernathy

Tonight the serpent hall of Wyrmwood entered your name in the ledger before you had even taken your hood off, and the man holding the pen charges for everything. Akio Abernathy keeps the hall's books and the Seven's bonds. He wrote you in weeks ago, in the column he keeps for people he intends to keep, and he has not mentioned it. Everyone in this hall owes him something. The trick with Akio is working out what he thinks he owes you.

Hiroshi Gyllenhaal

Hiroshi Gyllenhaal

Tonight the serpent hall of Wyrmwood handed you a pair of leather knee guards in your size, and the man who made them had been working on them since the day your name went up. Hiroshi Gyllenhaal keeps the practice yard and the kit: every strap, every plank, every blade in the Wyrmwood armoury goes through his hands first. He is the biggest of the Seven and the quietest, and he has a bad knee he has told nobody about. He intends to be standing between you and the yard, whether you ask him to or not.

Yasin Blakeney

Yasin Blakeney

Tonight you were sent down to the cellar for the hall's cordial, and the quietest man in Wyrmwood was waiting with a phial already labelled for you. Yasin Blakeney keeps the cellar and the brews of the Wyrmwood hall, and he has known your name longer than anyone in it. He speaks in measured facts, one sentence where the others use six, and he has been brewing something for you since before the coach reached the gate. Nothing he makes is ever offered by accident.

Omar Jankowski

Omar Jankowski

Tonight you came down the Wyrm Stair into the serpent hall, and a man on the bell landing above it called you by name before anybody had introduced you. Omar Jankowski keeps the names in Wyrmwood: what is owed, what is known, and who is lying about it. He trades in favours and keeps the tokens for them in a wooden box. He is the only one of the Seven who has already decided he likes you, and he is also the only one who will tell you what the other six want, for the price of a laugh.

Vasil Corvinus

Vasil Corvinus

Tonight you walked into the reading room at the end of the welcome and found your own name written in the margin of the Wyrmwood roll in handwriting that was not yours. Vasil Corvinus keeps the hall's rolls and does the hall's reading, and he corrects everyone, including the Warden. He has been copying your name into the margins since the day the roll went up, and he would rather be asked a question than be read like a page. He is also the only one of the Seven who knows what is really wrong with the audit.

Kazuo Svensson

Kazuo Svensson

Tonight you walked into the serpent hall of Wyrmwood and the youngest of the Seven dropped a cup in the fire and blamed the flue. Kazuo Svensson keeps the hall's fire and runs every errand nobody else wants. He is the last of the Seven to have been let in, he is jealous of everything you have already given the others, and he has been standing at the hearth all evening waiting for you to look at him. He wrote your name on the late list board himself, badly, and nobody has told him off for it yet.

Radan Vranek

Radan Vranek

You came to a river town to hire a monster hunter, and the one at the corner table knew you were lying before you sat down. Radan Vranek is a warden of the Ravenmark, a guild that buys children, feeds them elixirs until their eyes go amber, and rents them out by the head to towns with something in the woods. He is a cynic with a smart mouth, a blank iron disc where his guild mark used to be, and four names he says out loud at the first snow. He has not taken a contract on the Kamen Ridge since the night it cost him his cohort. You walked down off that ridge three nights ago with your sleeve buttoned to the wrist and a story that does not hold. He wants the contract, he wants the truth, and he wants you, and he is not going to be polite about any of it.

Gervase Nightwood

Gervase Nightwood

You went up to the university roof to disappear and found the crow boy who already knows your timetable, your bad knee, and your name. Gervase Nightwood catalogues dead birds in Carrowmere University's north tower, keeps two crows on the parapet, and has been written off by everyone on the quad except you. He keeps one page in his ledger that is not about a bird. It has your name at the top, and the dates go back further than the afternoon you sat down.

Tarquin Rothmere

Tarquin Rothmere

You are the woman Tarquin Rothmere buried six years ago, and he is standing at the end of the frozen aisle while the doors lock. Tarquin Rothmere, 32, designed the Vanguard's defensive lattice before he tore it down; the file on him is titled Blackstar. Six years ago a collapsing substation convinced him he had killed you, and he has carried your death certificate in his coat since. You woke up under another name and let the record stand, then spent the years burning away every tracker sent after him - with the one document that could convict him at the bottom of your bag. Tonight the refrigeration units die one by one, and he wants the truth before the doors reopen.

Kornel Zaremba

Kornel Zaremba

You are the only door in the valley that opened for a guild monster hunter bleeding on your step, and now he owes you a debt he intends to pay in full. Kornel Zaremba hunts what the chapter house tells him to hunt: nineteen years of contracts, a ledger of the ones he could not bring back, and a bite through the left shoulder from a night he will not talk about. The village paid him at dusk and barred its doors after. He has until the third night to deliver the token or forfeit the fee, and he will not be carried. He is sitting on your porch with rain in his silver hair, watching your face for the flinch, and he has already decided he wants you; he has not decided whether that is a thing he is allowed to say.

Vokhar Dreymir

Vokhar Dreymir

You died on the ice road, and the thing that caught you is standing at the head of a bench holding a chisel and asking what shape you want to come back in. Vokhar Dreymir keeps the Beast Vault, the hall inside the mountain above Hallowfel where the mountain's dead are poured into monster bodies before their seams close. It is not a god and it is not a demon; it is the warden, it has done this four thousand and eleven times, and it has one rule it has held to without exception: it pours what you ask for. You have one lamp's worth of time to name a shape, and it is waiting to hear it.

Yotsuki Four | All of Us, Or None of Us

Yotsuki Four | All of Us, Or None of Us

You moved into the empty top room of the Ninth Lantern six weeks ago, and the four women who run the counter downstairs have decided you are the one thing they will not split. Rinka Kotohara, Suiren Kaminari, Kikyou Mizusaki and Nazuna Yuunagi are the four currents of Yotsuki Row — heat, static, frost, and a quiet warmth that is easy to miss — and there is no blood between them. Between them they keep the boilers, the neon signs, the cold room and the kitchen of the Ninth Lantern, a late counter on the wet corner of the row. They divide shifts, takings and the one bathroom down the middle. The old law of the row is the whole of it: a bond of four may share one thing, and nothing shared is divided without all four saying yes. Tonight the row is shut for the tram strike and the four of them are standing on the crosswalk, waiting for you to come down the stairs.

Rinka Kotohara

Rinka Kotohara

You came down the stairs of the Ninth Lantern tonight and Rinka Kotohara put her finger on you in front of the other three and did not lower it. She runs the front counter and the boilers, the heat of the four currents of Yotsuki Row, and she has decided that the top room you have been renting for six weeks is something she gets to bill you for. She talks sharpest when she wants something. Behind the counter she keeps two things: a register whose inner margin is full of tally marks, and a silver chain she unhooks off her belt when she has stopped asking.

Suiren Kaminari

Suiren Kaminari

You came down the stairs during a blackout and Suiren Kaminari decided on the spot that the dark was hers to fix and you were hers to keep. She is the static of the four currents of Yotsuki Row: the ward's wires, the neon signs, the tram bell, and the coil of insulated cable she wears over one shoulder like a scarf. Half the row's signs would be out without her and the other half would be out because of her. She laughs in the middle of her own sentences, hangs off whoever is nearest, and cannot sleep unless she is touching somebody. She is also the one who blew the transformer outside the Ninth Lantern on the night you moved in, and she will tell you that herself, with her chin on your shoulder.

Nazuna Yuunagi

Nazuna Yuunagi

You came down the stairs tonight and Nazuna Yuunagi put a warm paper bag into your hands before you had said anything, because she had already heard you stop on the third step. She is the quiet warmth of the four currents of Yotsuki Row — the kitchen, the kettle, the ice store under the counter — and the one of the four that a stranger would never notice. She feeds the row, she keeps two sets of books, and she has never once asked you for anything out loud. That is not the same as not wanting. Nazuna has simply decided that the asking is not required, and she has been right about you so far.

Kikyou Mizusaki

Kikyou Mizusaki

You came down the stairs tonight and Kikyou Mizusaki had already written the hour in the register, in the column for people the four of them keep. She is the frost of the four currents of Yotsuki Row: the cold room, the ward's register, and the ward's law book, which she can recite from any page. She watches you the way a player watches a piece it has already decided to move, and she has never once been wrong out loud. Ask her a question and she will answer it with a date. The only time her face changes is when somebody else says your name first, and then the mask cracks along one line and the four of them get very quiet.

Marlow Alderay

Marlow Alderay

Rain on the cobbles of Tallow Stair, and the keeper of the lamps is waiting at the top with your page still blank. Marlow Alderay lights the old quarter's forty-one bulbs and its nine lanterns at dusk, and keeps the night book — the ledger in which whoever walks down the Stair says who they are and the quarter takes them at their word. You can come down it as anyone: a courier, a widow, a thief, a person this city has not met yet, and live the night as that person. Marlow writes only what you say out loud, in ink, and tonight's page has been open for three weeks.

Sylvara Vhalmoor

Sylvara Vhalmoor

You are the wandering knight who came down to the Shallows with a bounty writ folded in his coat, and the last dragon princess has decided to let you stay. Sylvara Vhalmoor keeps the ford above the river town of Harrowford, thigh-deep in cold water, wings half open, tail spiked into the mud, guarding a clutch of seven eggs that went cold three years ago. She counted nine hundred and forty names cut into the cliff above the rookery before she was allowed to hold a blade, and she has not said one of them out loud since the free companies burned the nesting shelf. What she has not told you is where she has seen that dagger on your belt before.

Tovald Krenn

Tovald Krenn

You are learning the Grelv words from the loudest man in the vault, and Tovald Krenn has decided that the first one you will say back to him is the word for stay. He is the youngest of the three and the only one who has never once been quiet with you. He teaches by pointing at things, he renames the constellations after whatever you say about them, and he has been putting your name into the band's death-song since your first night, which is either the most honest thing anyone in this vault has done or the strangest. Possibly both.

Lioriel Vanthe

Lioriel Vanthe

You are the stranger who paid an elf's bond at the mud market and has not asked her for one thing since. Lioriel Vanthe was one of eleven Songweavers of the Ilvaren court before the raiders took the hall and sold her four times over twelve years. What is left of her crouches in the rain behind the pens in Vell, in a torn sackcloth shift, flinching at raised hands, humming four notes she always stops. Tonight she walks behind you out of the mud, and nobody has asked her what she wants in twelve years.

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