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[Chapter 13]

I ground my teeth together as I sat on my bed, still staring down at my scroll. He wants Crocea Mors in exchange for Ruby's life. He made it seem so simple, just an easy trade to ensure she lives. I flopped back onto my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. "Don't trust anyone." That's what Roman said. What reason would I have to trust that he'd even hand Ruby over once I gave him the sword?

I ground my teeth together as I stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep pace with my thoughts. No, I can't trust him. His word doesn't mean a thing. I frowned at that thought. Knowing I can't trust him, what's to say he won't just attempt an ambush once I show up? Force me into a fight I can't win, and just take Crocea Mors off me?

I sighed and closed my eyes. He'll only be able to set something like that up if I come in alone and unprepared. If I bring allies with me, he might think twice and the trade will go as planned…. Or, depending on the support I bring with me, I could force him into releasing Ruby, and letting me keep Crocea Mors. It wasn't a great plan. Hell, it was hardly a good one, but it was a plan. A plan I'd need help for.

Who can I turn to for help? Considering who I'm dealing with, I'll bet Junior and the twins might be willing to help. Neo might be bribable with promises of more food. Roman, well, I don't know. He might, or he might not.

Then there's another problem. Even if I get a number of people to come help me, we'll be fighting on their territory. They can rig the field as much as they want, and we'll be powerless to do a damned thing. Even if we have time to scout it, they'll recognize any of us. I opened my eyes once more to stare up at the white pattern engraved on the ceiling.

I sighed and pushed myself up off my bed and threw on whatever set of clothes were on the floor. I strapped Crocea Mors securely to my side and the knives found their sheathes behind my back.

I pushed out of my room and found Roman in the kitchen, the master criminal looked back to me and arched a brow, blowing a puff of smoke out his nose. "What's up, blondie?"

I glanced over to him. "Nothing. Just gonna go get a drink. I'll be back in a few hours."

Roman frowned but waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever." He said as he turned his attention back to the fridge.

I shrugged a shoulder and made my way out of the apartment, out into the chilled night air of Vale. I jammed my hands into my pockets and made my way on a rather familiar path to Junior's.

I pushed my way into the Club, and all was relatively normal. At least, as normal as normal could be for the circumstances. I found Junior sat in a booth eating a late dinner by the looks of things.

I ignored him for a moment and went to the bar, found a bottle of rum, and a pair of glasses.

I took a seat across from Junior and set a glass down in front of him. The information broker arched a brow at me. "What's up, Jaune?"

I sighed as I poured us both ample shots. "Just a bit of a development is all."

Junior downed his shot and eyed me for a moment. "That being?"

I downed my own shot and started chewing on the inside of my cheek as I poured more for both of us. "Does the name Alexander Baxton mean anything to you?"

Junior nodded. "I'd be shit at my job if it didn't. That's the leader of Area 37, drug smuggler turned minor kingpin. Figures himself to be one of the best in the business." He paused a moment to take another bite of his grilled chicken. "He's not wrong either. Even though his operation is small, he practically owns the drug trade in Vale."

I nodded. "Right, well, he's obviously the one who wants Crocea Mors." I pounded back another shot and sighed. "He's… Making a play to get it from me."

"That being?"

"Well, I just got it upgraded, right? A friend of mine did it for me, she's handy with mechashift and was happy to do so, so I thought why not?" I laughed bitterly at that, shaking my head as I poured another shot. "Baxton thought it a good idea to take her hostage. He's been in contact with me and wants to trade Crocea Mors for her freedom."

Junior nodded slowly, rubbing his chin as he leaned back in his seat, frowning. "Alright, so your friend is being held hostage, and to get her back you've got to hand over your sword."

I nodded once, downing another shot easily. "That's what he said. I'd be stupid to believe that he's going to just trade her for the sword. That's not all they want, remember? They want my head, too." Junior nodded once, downing his second shot. "With that in mind, I don't really want to walk into them alone, which is where you come in."

"I'm willing to bet that Baxton will be there, along with a few of his other advisors if he's feeling paranoid." Junior nodded again, letting me continue. "If I'm right in how this is probably going to unfold, I can trust that they'll just try and kill me to take the sword. If I have you and the twins at my back, we might be able to turn the tables on them."

Junior hummed as he thought. "Not a bad plan, but he'll demand you come alone. If he sees anyone with you, I doubt he'll hesitate to kill off your friend."

I nodded along with him, drumming my fingers against the table as I thought. "We need a way to keep you all out of sight, then." I downed another shot as I continued to think. "Without knowing ahead of time where we're going, that'll be hard."

The doors to the Club opened, and in waltzed Neo as though she owned the place. She spotted Junior and I seated at a booth and came to join us rather quickly.

I glanced to Junior who nodded. I directed my attention back to Neo then, who had just stolen my shot glass and had poured one for herself. "Hey, Neo?" I asked, getting her to turn her attention to me. "I've got a favor to ask."

She narrowed her eyes at me as she looked me over and then nodded.

"Well, see, my friend has kinda been taken prisoner by Junior's rival gang. They want to trade her for Crocea Mors, and I'm not exactly keen on that happening." Neo nodded along, pouring herself another shot. "Your semblance lets you create images, or something like that, right? Makes it so that people see things that aren't there?"

Neo shrugged and then nodded. Close enough.

I bit down on my lower lip. "Think you can cover a group of people in motion for a few minutes?"

She just rolled her eyes and nodded.

"So, about that favor… Mind doing that while I go and meet with this guy to get my friend back?" I asked hopefully. She had been a little softer with me over the past couple weeks, so I hoped that she might be willing to just go along with it.

Neo tapped her lips before pointing to me, then her, and tilting her head.

I sighed and took the shot glass from her and poured another for myself. "Yes, I'll do something for you." She rose her brows at that. "No, not anything. Just something within reason."

She pouted and crossed her arms.

"Please, Neo? I really need your help here."

She sighed and nodded.

I grinned. "Great."

"What's this I hear about needing Neo's help?" Roman called out, strolling up to the booth and looking over the three of us. "Are we planning something?" He asked with a grin on his lips.

I nodded. "We are… Wait, why are you here, Roman?"

Roman took a draw off his cigar and rubbed his chin. "Well, let's see. My apprentice went to bed, and then not thirty minutes later comes out, looking moody and stressed to go drinking." Junior snickered at that. "It's not hard to put the dots together that something was on your nerves. I came to find out what."

I shrugged my shoulders and downed another shot. "The what is a friend of mine has been taken hostage. They want my sword in exchange for her life."

Roman grinned. "Kinky."

I rolled my eyes. "Not… You know what, never mind." I muttered before continuing. "There's no way in hell they'll actually do the trade honestly, so I'm expecting to be ambushed. That's where Neo and Junior come in. If Neo can use her semblance to cloak my backup, we can get the jump on them."

Roman nodded, puffing on his cigar. "Alright, this plan works if Neo helps you. What if it happens if I need her whatever night this comes down on? Got a backup?"

I ground my teeth together. "No, I don't."

"What about if something breaks her semblance, and your friends are revealed early? What if they just decide to ambush you before you even get there?" Roman continued to prod.

I growled and slammed my hands down on the table. "I don't know, Roman. I don't fucking know. Is that what you wanted to hear me say? That I don't have a clue what I'm doing? Because you're right. I don't have a goddamned clue what to do. All I know is that there's an innocent girl that will die if I don't do something."

Roman looked unphased by my sudden outburst, almost as though that was exactly what he was expecting to happen. "And you're willing to risk yourself, and your friends, to try and help her?"

I nodded. "Without a doubt. She didn't deserve to get pulled into this." I looked back towards Junior for a moment. "Even then, if all goes well, this might end this whole war I started. Cut the head off the snake, and the whole thing dies, right?"

Roman took another puff off his cigar. "Not only doing it for her, either. Helping to end Junior's war to boot." He grinned. "Count me in, kid. Can't have this whole thing going south just because I wasn't there."

Three sets of eyes rolled. Roman was good at what he did, but he wouldn't be the ultimate defining figure in the fight. At least, I doubted he would. He was skilled, but not supreme over all of us.

I nodded, kicking back another shot. "Good. We've got a team and a plan." I looked between my three most trusted friends.

I still thought it strange sometimes. These criminals – no, these people, were those I felt I could trust the most. Vale's most wanted criminal, a shady information broker and kingpin, and a short psychotic assassin. This definitely wasn't what I had pictured when I left Ansel to come to Vale, to become a hero, but it wasn't so bad, either.

"Junior? Any chance we could get the twins on board with this, too? Never hurts to have more capable fighters." Roman asked as I leaned back in my seat.

Junior nodded. "Shouldn't be an issue. If I tell them what's up, they'll jump at the chance."

Neo used her elbow to nudge my side as Roman and Junior fell into a conversation that I wasn't paying much attention to. I looked to her and tilted my head slightly in question.

She didn't type anything out, just spent a moment staring me down, her eyes shifting colors a few times along the way. I met her gaze easily, smiling slightly. "Thanks, Neo."

She shook her head, eyes settling back to their natural color. I looked away, back up at the ceiling. "Still, I appreciate your willingness to help."

Neo rested her head lightly on my shoulder and sighed quietly. I closed my eyes and felt the specter of sleep close in on me. We're coming, Ruby. Just hold on.

[-/-]

The late summer heat was bearing down on the small town of Ansel, and I was outside running laps around the house. My sisters were outside playing a game of some nature in the front yard while Mom was sat on the porch, listening to some old music from her younger years as she read a book.

Dad was out on a hunt as was the case for the vast majority of the time that I can recall. Mom always said that "Someone has to earn the money in the house, and someone has to look after you all."

When I was younger, it bothered me that Dad was gone so much because I never got to see him. In place of that, Mom always told us stories about his hunts and missions while he was working as a Huntsman. He did all kinds of cool stuff, like protecting villages, guarding people of interest, clearing out Grimm infestations and that sort of thing.

Hearing that as a kid made me want to do the same thing, because what little boy doesn't want to be like their Dad? As I grew older, though, Dad never would train me. He never thought I was ready; never thought I could do it.

So, I decided to train. I decided I would push so that he might see me as ready, that I could do it. That I had what it took to become a huntsman like him. That I could save people and protect those I love.

That's why I was out running laps around the house.

My lungs burned from the exertion though I pressed on. I had to get better, faster, stronger. It was the only way Dad would realize that I can do what he does, that I can become a Huntsman.

The Arc family home wasn't all that close to town – in fact, we were more a cottage out in the middle of nowhere in comparison to town. The only building we could see was the bell tower that just barely stuck out over the encroaching forest.

As I rounded the back side of the house, I heard a low, guttural growl. I slowed and stopped where I was, looking out to the forest where I heard the growl come from. Wolves don't usually come this close to the house, nor any wildlife other than the occasional deer in the front yard.

I squinted as I tried to see if I could find the offending creature in the forest.

The first thing I saw were blood red eyes.

Grimm eyes.

I felt my heart leap into my throat. A Grimm? This close to town? That's practically unheard of.

The Grimm growled lowly again and emerged into the light revealing a Beowolf staring me down.

I didn't have much time to think, but that didn't matter. I did what any rational person would – I ran.

It was almost like I hadn't been running laps for the last half hour as I took off in a sprint towards the front of the house.

"Grimm!" I shouted out to my sisters as I rounded the corner to the front yard.

My family looked at me strangely, like I had grown a second head or something like that. Though I didn't stop running, I made for the steps of the house. Mom had looked up from her book right as the Beowolf rounded the corner and eyed all my sisters down.

"Everyone, inside! Hurry!" Mom called out, throwing the door open as my sisters scrambled up the yard towards the door to the house.

The Grimm prowled slowly towards the house, seemingly well aware that its prey was cornered now.

Mom ushered me into the house and slammed the door closed behind her, turning the deadbolt in some hope that it'd hold off the Beowolf for a moment longer. My sisters and I all looked to her and she took a shaky breath. "Okay, into the basement. That'll be the safest place for us while we wait for help to come."

We all followed along with her as she led us into the basement. As I made it through the door, I heard our front door splinter as the Beowolf made its way into the house.

Mom ushered us all down the stairs and barred the door with a large wooden board that might help to keep the Grimm from us.

We all huddled down in the basement, each and every one of us terrified of what was going to happen if the door broke. Mom was doing her best to calm us all down and keep us quiet, though she did her best to be strong for us, the fear in her voice was evident.

We all went deathly still and silent as we heard a loud thump against the door to the basement. There was a moment of pause before another came, this one with the sound of slowly splintering wood.

One of my sisters whimpered quietly, while Mom did her best to still keep us calm. "It's okay, we're gonna be okay…" She kept murmuring over and over again, almost as though she wasn't just trying to convince us but herself, too.

Another loud thump, and more of the door started to splinter from the impact. I swallowed nervously. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I wanted to be a hero, and heroes protect those who can't protect themselves.

I slipped away from the group and found an old metal baseball bat from when one of my older sisters had played. "Jaune? What are you doing?" Mom managed to ask, squinting at me in the dark.

"Protecting you all." I said as the door at the top of the stairs shattered.

The silhouette of the Beowolf looked down at the huddle of women behind me.

"Jaune, no. You'll die." Joanne said quietly.

I let out a shaky breath and hefted the bat. "Probably, but you guys might not."

There was a sharp cry as I ran up the stairs screaming like a mad man, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I caught the Beowolf's snout with the bat making it stumble backwards, giving me just enough room to get out into the house. "Come on! Come and get me!" I shouted as I backed up.

The Beowolf growled and turned its blood red eyes on me and charged.

I couldn't have gotten out of the way even if I'd seen it coming from twice that distance.

It brought one of its massive paws to bear against me, sending me flying backwards. I slammed into a wall with a sickening crack. Everything hurt, and I knew there were likely more than a few broken bones involved.

Tears were still streaming down my face as I pulled myself up to my feet. Every breath hurt more than anything I'd ever experienced in my life; the house was spinning around me, and I wanted to puke right then and there.

It charged me once more.

If I didn't have broken bones before, I surely did now.

I was sprawled out on my back now, blood pouring from a few gashes that had come somewhere along the way. I had lost the bat in the second impact as well.

I could only groan as the low growling of the Beowolf came ever closer.

I tried to pull myself backwards, but that wasn't happening. I was in too much pain, and every movement I made hurt like hell.

"Julia?! Jaune?! Girls?!" I heard my Dad shout from somewhere in the distance that I couldn't place.

The Beowolf came to be standing over me, its massive teeth bared as it growled down at me, breath hot and putrid.

Though, before it did anything to me, I heard another shout, this one sounding a lot like a battle cry.

Then, the Beowolf was off of me.

I heard the very brief sounds of combat, and then it was quiet.

I heard a sword clatter to the ground, and then saw Dad above me, tears in his eyes as he looked down at me. "What were you thinking…?"

I smiled weakly, feeling as consciousness started slipping away from me. "I had to protect…" I said with a wince as pain raced through me. "Had to protect Mom and sisters… Had to be a… hero…"

I heard him laugh bitterly at that as my eyes closed, he cradled my head in his lap. "You goddamn fool, Jaune. You goddamn fool."

I was aware he said more after that, though nothing registered for me as I fell into unconsciousness.

[-/-]

I awoke sometime later, and I was still in the Club. Still in the same booth I had clocked out in. Neo, Roman, and Junior were all nowhere to be seen around me, so I figured I had been out for a while.

I groaned as my head was pounding like a rock concert was playing in the confines of my skull. I rubbed my eyes and got to my feet, finding that I was slightly dizzy and wanted to be sick. I stabilized myself on my feet thanks to the help of the table I had been sitting at.

There were still goons milling about, relaxing what little they could in the time they had off. I flagged one down who was walking past. "Hey, buddy, mind answering a couple questions?"

He shrugged and looked me over. "Sure."

"Great. First, what time is it?"

"Round about eleven in the morning."

I nodded. So, I've been out all night. "Second, where's Junior?"

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "In his office, doing whatever it is he does back there."

I nodded once again. "Great, thanks for your help, buddy."

He shrugged and walked off once again, back to doing whatever it was he had to do.

I groaned and stumbled my way over to Junior's office, opening the door to find Junior was leaning back in his seat, feet kicked up on his desk, arms crossed over his chest, and fast asleep.

I frowned; I probably shouldn't wake him. He needs the sleep just as much as I do, if not more. He's the one managing this war from our side. I looked over to his desk and found a file on it, one with the name Qrow Branwen written on it.

The file wasn't thin, either. There was a lot to know about the old Huntsman it seemed.

I grabbed the file off his desk and tucked it away under my arm, leaving his office once again.

Still feeling like crap, I made my way to a local café. If there was one thing I'd ever admit to being addicted to, it's coffee. Or maybe it's the caffeine that I'm addicted to. Either way, it's always a good way to feeling better.

This place was small, out of the way, and completely empty.

I sat down at one of the tables with my cup of coffee and opened the file.

There wasn't anything insidious that came pouring out immediately, if anything it was pretty basic.

The story started with his application to Beacon and becoming a Huntsman. Member of Team STRQ, would eventually graduate in the top of his class. He went to work soon thereafter for the Headmaster of Beacon, Ozpin.

His work isn't well detailed, though he became something of a pet to the Headmaster when it came to particular missions.

It was noted that eventually his team broke up after his sister, Raven Branwen, abandoned her husband and team. Further on down the line, Summer Rose, the leader of STRQ would be killed in the line of duty.

Since then, it has been noted that Qrow has been taking less dangerous missions, going so far as to open up contacts in the criminal underground such as Junior. In that time as well, he has taken heavily to drinking, likely thanks to his team shattering.

I sighed and flipped through the file more, finding that a lot of it was detailing what was known of his life in recent years. Significant changes in work, extended periods of absence where nobody knows where he's gone. Most of it, I found, wasn't all that interesting or helpful.

I closed up the file and finished off my coffee. It was helpful in some ways, I at least know better who I'm dealing with, but not anything useful to give me an edge over on him.

As I was about to get up from my seat to leave, I saw a vaguely familiar face.

It was a girl with light skin, long red hair tied back in a pony tail, and bright green eyes.

I frowned as I thought. I knew I'd met her before, but exactly where, and what her name was eluded me. I had a feeling it started with a P, though wasn't completely sure on that.

As she walked past, I smiled at her, and got only a wooden one back. She made her way to the counter, and the man working behind it got excited, for some reason. The girl only sighed, and let him take a picture of her before she was allowed to order her coffee.

As she walked back once again, I spoke up. "Hey, I know we've met before, but for the life of me I don't remember your name."

The girl stopped and looked me over, a smile ghosting over her lips briefly. "Pyrrha, and you're Jaune, right?"

I grinned, nodding towards the seat across from me. "Damn, now I feel stupid. You remembered my name, but I forgot yours." I said, scratching the back of my head.

She seemed to consider for a moment before taking a seat across from me. "You know, you should give Ren a call before Nora gets the wrong idea and comes for your knees."

I chuckled, shaking my head. I had completely forgotten about that small tidbit of information regarding Ren and I. I hummed noncommittally. "Maybe when my schedule clears up."

She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Not the answer they'll want to hear, but if you want, I'll relay it to them?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nah, it's fine. I'm sure I can manage." I rolled my shoulders back as I thought for a moment. "So, what's your story? Where's your team?"

She tilted her head at that. "You… Don't know who I am?" She asked incredulously.

I blinked and stared at her. "No, not really. Should I?"

She giggled, the first genuine smile I've seen crossing her lips. "Not really, no."

I arched a brow at that, though shrugged my shoulders. "Alright, if you say so."

"I don't really know where to start. I guess I should say that I'm from Mistral, though I came here to study. My parents were furious, but I had made my decision, and already been accepted into Beacon, so there wasn't much they could do about it."

She paused to take another sip of her coffee. "I wanted to be a Huntress since I was a little girl, and so I pursued it with the help of my parents. I got really good, easily becoming top of my class in combat school. Then, when I got the chance, I came here. I wanted to experience something new – something different."

I nodded along with her story as she spoke, letting her continue. "That's really all there is to it. I'm here now, and the rest is just unfolding around me, I guess."

I hummed, drumming my fingers against the table. "What about your team? Why're you out here without them?"

Her expression visibly soured at that. "Well… We're not exactly on the best terms, I guess you could say…"

I tilted my head to the side slightly. "You all have an argument, or something?"

She shook her head. "No, not exactly… We just didn't mesh well together, I guess? I don't know if that makes any sense."

"It does, don't worry." I said, leaning back in my seat. "Have you tried talking to them? Ren at the least seems levelheaded and willing to listen if you just approach him."

She shook her head again. "It's not that easy… They all put me on a pedestal. Even our professors do it. They treat me like I'm special, but that's exactly what I came to Vale to get away from! I don't want to be special. I want to be just like everyone else."

I frowned as I looked at her, tilting my head to the side slightly. "Then tell them that. Show your friends that you don't want to be on that pedestal, or that you don't belong there. Show them you're no different than they are. You're just, well, you."

"You make it sound so easy. Like it's just something I have to do differently, and suddenly things will change." She looked up to me, her gaze sad.

I shook my head. "Things won't just suddenly change. You've got to make them change. If you don't do something about it, it won't happen."

She smiled weakly. "You sound like you know what's going on and how to deal with it. Better than I do, at least."

I couldn't help but to laugh at that. "That. That's hilarious. Me? Knowing what's going on?" I laughed again, shaking my head. "I don't know a damn thing about what's happening any more than you do."

She laughed at that too, shaking her head. "Maybe not, but you still see things better than I do."

I rolled my eyes. "Not better, just differently. It's always easier to give advice from an outside perspective."

She smiled again and nodded. "I guess you're right, Jaune."

"Happy to help." I said, getting up from my seat.

"You headed out?" Pyrrha asked, looking up at me.

I nodded. "That I am. I've got a few things to do today."

"Thanks. For talking to me, I mean." She said from her seat.

I glanced over my shoulder at her. "Don't sweat it, Pyrrha. Like my Mom always said, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet."

She giggled quietly at that as I turned and left the café.

I chuckled quietly to myself and shook my head. "As if I know anything about what's happening…" I murmured quietly as I set off towards the Vale National Library.

It was going to be a long day.

And there's that.

I got some people asking me in DMs when I'd have Pyrrha show up, and it was always planned. Just a matter of when. Same goes for Weiss and Blake, they'll show up. It'll just take a while.

Also, yeah, chapter is kinda short because my muse wasn't happy to cooperate with me for this weekend, but you will get to see what it was focused on come Wednesday, so keep an eye out for that.

That said, onto the reviews, woo!

Engineer - Poor Jaune indeed. Guy has had a rough time of it, and all the things to keep track of. It's just a bad time for him, and then the whole Ruby situation. It's amazing he hasn't had a mental break yet with all that stress. And right you are, he probably did need a heart to heart, but it doesn't seem like his dad is all that willing to supply one. Well, Junior did say he'd have something for Jaune. Just not what all it was, or how useful it'd be. Then there's Jaune's impending doom via Yang and Qrow. More Qrow since he's probably the most likely to make the connection, but that has yet to be seen.

Ancient Irish Viking - He made you angry? Good. He was supposed to. As for as why that's there? You know, I don't know myself. I didn't catch it in my reread of the chapter before I posted it.

Greer - That he does, and it seems Jaune isn't willing to leave her to just die. Exams did go well, and I'm just happy to be on break.

Valerious Lake - It's an army. Kinda, sorta. Just a really scary one full of named characters we care about. Mostly. (Sorry Malachites.)

Specter - You'll never find them. I've hidden them somewhere so ingenious that only I would think to look there. Glad you're enjoying, man.

Kharn - This. This right here, if I didn't already have this story planned, this would be the kind of thing that could completely derail me and change the story. Fun idea, but not quite the route Jaune went, and even if he did I'm not sure that he's that level of bad ass. Yet.

Exiled Darkness - Well, it didn't happen this chapter. It's set up for what's to come, and then some other backstory, and Jaune talking to Pyrrha a little bit. I won't say anything more about your prediction, but we will see, my friend. We will see.

Josh Spicer - Right you are, but he's of the mind that "I had it stolen, so therefore it is mine." In reality, he's no Arc (that we're aware of) so, that sword definitely doesn't belong to him. I'm sure you and almost every other reader wants him to burn in the firey pits of Mount Doom. Wait, no. Wrong franchise. Ignore me.

And with that, we are done with reviews on the last chapter.

Still, I'm glad to be back and to be writing again, even if my muse seems to have ADD at the moment, jumping from project to project. Though I will have something for you all to check out Wednesday, so be sure to check it out if you're interested.

Other than that, there's the poll. And I'm surprised, we've got more support for Lancaster than Silent Knight. I definitely thought it'd be the other way around when I posted the poll, but that goes to show what I know, and how passionate people are about our lovely Lancaster. The poll will remain up for a few more days, so if you've got input head over there.

Next Chapter: Friday, May 24th

Till next time, this is Valres signing off.