I have a weakness, the in-between and build up is never included in my notes. Thus, if you find this chapter boring, please endure. I'm still trying to figure out how to get Jack and Anna involved with each other enough for the rest of the stroy to work. Hiccup is the easy one. He only has one plan and a full-time job...

That said, please enjoy the chapter and don't forget to tell me what you think. I don't receive notifications from ff anymore so I might be slow, but, I'll try to check my reviews as often as I can.

More often than not

"How could it possibly be Hiccup's fault that you abandoned me long before he was even introduced to the court?"

Elsa's voice rang in Anna's ears over and over until they were an image and a feeling because the words had stopped being words. They didn't make sense to start with because she had never abandoned Elsa. She was right here always.

It was all Hiccup's fault! That man had twisted Elsa's mind and forced a wedge in between what should be inseparable!

With that comforting thought, that it wasn't her fault, Anna opened the first folder.

The first rule; Never touch the dragons.

Of all dragons who find dwelling under the ice roof of Arendelle, only three are tame. Due to the wild nature of the dragon race, they shall not be provoked or they will attack to kill. Proven unprovoked dragon attacks will result in the wild dragon(s) being hunted down and killed for the safety of Arendelle's people.

The second rule; Nobody shall be homeless.

Due to limited resources, a heightened threat of scavengers and the presence of wild dragons, if a home is for any reason destroyed or a family under any circumstances find themselves homeless, they must be taken in by other families or shall find refuge in the guild-houses. Refusal to house the homeless is punishable with death according to the laws of Arendelle.

The third rule; All family members must always be accounted for.

If a family member is missing, seek help from the Death guild. If the missing person cannot be found within twelve hours the Death guild shall report to vizier Hiccup Haddock to ask the dragons and/or search the underground.

The fourth rule; Compensate the guilds for their services.

Before a service is given, payment is agreed upon and signed by both sides. If the agreement is not met by the buyer, the guild has a right to deny future services. If agreement is not met by the guild, their guild master will be pulled in to pay penalty according to the queen.

Anna stared at the words. The rules were ten in total, including what happened to thieves and if a pair would marry, and Anna couldn't understand how Elsa could ever have agreed to any of it. Yet there it was, at the end of each rule; the queen's seal and signature. Why? How? How could Elsa allow wild dragons into the city?! What was the Death guild?! How could any of these rules have been accepted?!

Anna stood and turned to start banging in the ice walls that separated her from her only living family… and stopped.

On the other side of the ice Elsa was rubbing her face roughly before she picked up the folder in front of her and stared at it. Her eyes were rimmed with red and shadows were growing underneath. Her entire posture, normally so straight and proud, was hunched and slouched.

She looked so despairingly bored.

A fairy came up to her with a stack of papers, looking none the better. Her lips moved but the words didn't penetrate the wall between them and Anna. Elsa smiled tiredly and waved her hand. The fairy smiled back, bowed and left, and Elsa went right back to what she was reading.

Anna stared and stared, but couldn't comprehend what she was seeing. Elsa was the queen, she should be free to do whatever she wanted. Why was she here looking like she wanted to fall over?

The princess looked down at the offending file of Hiccup's rules in her hands.

"Don't forget why you're doing this."

But Hiccup wasn't here. Why? What was he doing in the city? Why was Elsa here alone? Why was Elsa reading when she clearly didn't enjoy it?

The image of Elsa's face from this morning flashed through Anna's memory uninvited.

The princess swiftly sat back down and picked up the next folder. This was the rules for the guilds handling food.

Once again, the day's events flashed though Anna's mind. She remembered the playground and the game they had played. Jackson had told her there was someone called Hans in one of the guilds that didn't hand out food.

This folder was thicker, and the first rule was that each and every morsel of food had to be accounted, documented and evenly distributed to each individual of Arendelle. It was followed by specifics, regulations, restrictions and punishments for not abiding to either of those. These rules were all signed by not only Elsa, but the guild masters of the Hunting guild, Ice-breaker guild and Fisherman guild.

Anna skipped all the boring details and searched for the punishment of not handing out food amongst all the nonsensical paragraphs.

When she finally found it, Anna was shocked. The punishment for not handing out food was official execution! And not only of the offender. Anna couldn't believe this had been signed and sealed. How many people would die just because there was only one idiot in one guild?

Elsa had to know about this! She had to put her foot down on this and ensure only the one guilty was punished, and not by execution! What was Elsa thinking, agreeing to something like that?!

Outside, Anna saw Elsa in the same state as before and started banging in the ice. Her sister glanced up and Anna held up the folder on the page she'd been reading, pointing to it and trying to scream loud enough to penetrate the wall.

"This isn't right! We must talk!"

But Elsa rolled her eyes, waved a hand and the ice frosted over until Anna couldn't see outside at all. A message appeared before Anna's face.

"Read it all properly and we'll talk when I'm done for the day."

This time of year there was about one hour of direct sunlight over the city of Arendelle, and approximately three hours of light. But underground, such details didn't matter. What mattered was that the yeti were having their selection and their mating season was about to start.

To the underground, the yeti were essential to their lives. Their coats contained parasites and insects that were carefully combed out of their fur to fill boiling pots of a watery soup. This was the only day of year there was food for everyone and nobody had to fight for it. The hair that was collected when gathering said bugs was enough to make clothes for at least eight hundred people, many more than what lived here.

But the human hunting season was starting, and the yeti had to select who would head for those hunting grounds to be hunted and killed to feed the people above.

This had never been Hiccup's idea. This was to pull the wool over the queen's eyes, the perfect disguise for their underground activities. And it was of the yetis' own volition. Because no creature in the world is as loyal as a yeti.

Hiccup hated it, but Gobber held him back.

"Let us protect ya, Heck. This is the only way for us to stay around."

Hiccup knew that, logically. If the hunters suddenly couldn't find a prey like usual, they would investigate what happened to it, and that could lead them to discover the labyrinth of tunnels underneath the desert, dug by yeti and dragons for a thousand years, looking for a way out. A way to leave. And if that knowledge ever reached the queen, that was a thousand years' worth of work gone in the wake of her fury.

The selected yeti, or volunteers as they were, mostly elders but also young couples and orphaned children, paid their respects to Hiccup first, receiving his innermost gratitude and prayers, and then went to spend the rest of the day saying goodbye to their human friends. Of course none of them would go down without a fight, some might even return. Who knew?

"To live," Gobber said solemnly to an old friend, limping and scarred.

"To live," the elderly yeti greeted back.

"To live," said Hiccup tightly.

The greeting was repeating throughout the underground, a simmering revolution, whispered in waves that rose and fell. Hiccup stayed until the last yeti had left through the tunnels to return to what the Hunting guild thought to be their home burrows. At that time Gobber grabbed Hiccup and guided him towards the exit, offering neither words of comfort nor encouragement.

"You have a queen to fool. Keep at it, Heck. I'll keep up stock for your warming drinks."

"Thank you, Gobber. I appreciate it."

Leaving one dark world for another, Hiccup went straight for the Hunting guild. The guards were young tonight, a little too young in Hiccup's opinion, but he didn't meddle with how the guilds were run as long as they upheld his rules.

One clear-eyed hunter noticed him and almost jumped when he stiffened. "Vizier? Is there a problem?"

"Where's the guild master?"

"Ma… master has retired for the night, vizier?"

"Go wake him and whoever his second in command is."

"O-of… course?" the young guard turned astonished, lost eyes on his comrades.

"I'll go get them," another guard stammered and ran inside.

The guard before Hiccup looked even more nervous, but only seconds after his friend had left an elder rushed out.

"Vizier," she hissed and signed a humble welcoming. "Please come inside. Master will be out in a moment."

"Thank you, Vanessa," Hiccup greeted with a properly respectful sign before following the old woman. He liked her, she was sharp and to the point. Most likely she suspected why he was here. His feelings were one-sided though. Vanessa had had her brother killed by a rouge dragon and her mother executed for bringing home one yeti too many.

"What can I get you in the meantime?"

"The charts of your numbers and their whereabouts from the last light to now."

Vanessa stood still for a second, as if surprised, before she motioned to another old hunter to bring the records.

"I suppose what you want from our master are the food accounts," Vanessa sneered. "Are we under suspicion of cheating, vizier?"

Hiccup held out his palm and snapped a finger against it, a signal that meant he wanted something handed over. "Proof that you follow the rules and you are all safe."

Vanessa was old and a respectable figure in the guild. She regarded Hiccup with disdain, but conceded. He was ruthless but fair. That, above anything, made the vizier reliable. Moreso than the queen and her pest of a princess.

"I heard the little sprite was playing with Dig-Build's children today," Vanessa said as her comrade returned with two rolls of leather wrapped around animal bones.

The chart system was a common practice amongst all the guilds. It was a plate the size of a hand that resembled a clock. In the hunters' case, the face was their four duties; hunting, accounting, guarding, sharing and their resting time. Each member of the guild had a symbol ingrained on a bone that was placed in sockets in either of those five sections. This was then painted with an acid produced from the gall of their prey and pressed into leather.

"And your future head-huntress," Hiccup confirmed, both that Vanessa's statement was true and that he knew where she heard it from. The records of the last two weeks seemed to correspond with Hiccup's memories of the rounds, but he'd have to cross-check it with Tothn'ail's.

"Is that why you're here?"

"No, and your guild need not fear retribution from the crown."

The guild master chose that moment to barge into the room. He was a fairly young man, only a few years older than Hiccup himself, and he was only half dressed.

"Vizier Haddock. What's the occasion." he greeted, sounding harried.

"Master Eret. I've been informed of a very serious matter and I would like the records of your food accounts since last light."

The guild master reacted exactly like Vanessa. "Since so long back? Why? You checked in with us midwinter."

Hiccup's eyes narrowed and the eye in his staff started glowing softly, a deep red light.

Eret stared back, glancing nervously at the orb, then clenched his jaw and lowered his gaze. "I'll bring them, Vizier Haddock."

The glow dimmed and disappeared. Typically, orbs of any kind didn't work without a conduct. A light orb for example had to be knocked on by a piece of iron to light up and heat orbs reacted with flint. But Hiccup was a sorcerer, and people generally didn't like to be reminded of that.

"If there is a special target in our guild you have a vendetta against, do let us know, vizier. It would save us a lot of trouble." Vanessa said.

"The princess is doing everything she can to have me executed and might move about the city in search of like-minded in the days to come. Would you like to join her cause?"

The old huntress's mouth pressed into a thin line, Eret returned with the requested reports, and Hiccup hand-signed them all his respects and left to repeat the procedure with both the Fisherman and Ice-breaker guilds.

"That cunning…" he heard Vanessa hiss quietly behind him, and gracefully ignored her. They all knew better than make a move against him.

The dragons shattered happily on the roofs.

Elsa decided she was done the moment her ice guards announced Hiccup's return and started cleaning up the mess. Having Anna confined and forced to work hadn't made much of a dent in her own boredom. She did however decide against letting Anna out just yet. For all she knew the princess might as well be rebelliously napping in there.

"My queen, I found another ten letters."

Looking up at her spy, Elsa noticed a rather dejected expression in the fairy's eyes.

"How many does that make?"

"Four hundred and twelve, my queen. The earliest I could find is more than five hundred years old."

"And to think all of them sound almost identical. If I didn't know better, I'd believe you fairies wrote this letter once and put it on a time loop."

Tothn'ail didn't answer. She was actually in a bit of a shock. So many requests for so many years. "My queen, why have you never acted? At this rate, we're going to be hunted to extinction."

"Not unless the number of dragons increase, which I understand from Hiccup isn't happening."

"My queen, Tothn'ail, good evening."

The women looked up. Hiccup had entered the room in silence, and in his arms he carried several leather rolls.

"A check-up? Why, did something happen?" Elsa asked, almost alarmed. Hiccup kept a close eye on the guilds that handled food and these check-ups happened twice a year. But it hadn't even been that long since last time. And with the whisper of a threat against her coming from underground, Elsa immediately suspected the worst.

"I've had four incidents with one particular fisherman during the past three years. Breeches only so the punishment was light. I trust Tothn'ail has kept you up to date?"

"I take my duty to my queen seriously," the fairy said stiffly.

"Until mating season. I haven't heard anything aside from the so-called plight of the fairies since it started," Elsa bit back.

Tooth's wings stopped their movement and she dropped to the floor along with her gaze, even her feathers paling.

"Oh right, it's that time of year," Hiccup muttered and placed the rolls on the table Elsa had just cleaned. "No wonder Stormfly was so affectionate."

Elsa bit her lip. Hiccup had only tamed three dragons to be his companions and Stormfly was one of them. The other ones were Toothless and Windwalker. However, Elsa had never seen Stormfly, and a tiny speck of her heart prickled with misplaced anxiety.

"So, Tothn'ail, if you could please cross-check the information on the rolls to yours, I will do you a favour of your choosing. Within reason, of course."

The fairy glowered at him, but stood straight. "I am the spy of the queen of Arendelle, and I take my job seriously."

"An invaluable trait, Tothn'ail," Hiccup accepted with a bow and stepped away, making room around the table.

Tooth hated this man so much she thought she would lose her feathers in a fit of rage. Always so perfect. Always so polite. Forever untouchable to any and all critique and blame regardless of how much effort Tooth put into finding flaws. But she refused to lose face in front of Elsa.

Hiccup joined Elsa far enough away that they wouldn't disturb her and still within her sight.

"Have you found anything?" Hiccup asked quietly.

Elsa made a face and rubbed her neck. "Nothing. There are no mentions of magic users anywhere. I feel like I'm wasting away in here."

Hiccup nodded and stroked his beard. Elsa saw it when his eyes caught sight of the frosted ice cube, and was thankful that he didn't say anything.

"I don't know if it's good or bad yet, but I'm as successful as you are. If there was a rebellious movement underground I'm sure Stormfly would have smoked them out. Though with the mating season only days away, she might have been distracted."

"And you're certain that one magic user was from underground?"

"Positive," Hiccup nodded. "I believe her family name was Dunbroch. Nobody else I know had hair as red and springy as them. The Death guild reported the passing of the head of the family some years ago, and his widow more recently. The children were refused housing and last I heard of any of them they had moved underground."

Elsa nodded. She remembered this one incident of Hiccup being up in arms and how she had helped him put his foot down in the city by installing ice guards in every home for three days as Hiccup deactivated heat orbs and gathered their firewood. There had been deaths, and nobody who had survived had dared refuse taking in a homeless child since.

"Do you think people knew? Could that be why nobody would take her in?"

"I doubt it," Hiccup said with a troubled shake of his head. "The Orb guild would have welcomed a magic user with open arms as it would have made their job much easier."

The queen crossed her arms and thought, her gaze involuntarily going towards Anna's prison. Anna had no magic ability, yet another reason why she had been allowed to skip her classes without reprimand. But because she wouldn't take her classes, she was unaware of how fickle it was. How hard it was to control and what it took to obtain that control. Elsa however, had been drilled, trained and educated, forced to understand how her magic worked, what it did inside her, the effects it had the world and how important it was that she never, ever, not even for a second, lost control. She remembered the fear it had installed, colder than any ice, and then she'd caught Anna playing with the king, gliding across the hallway on her belly, carefree and delighted.

"You think she actually read anything?" Hiccup suddenly asked, and Elsa realized he had probably followed her line of sight.

"She read something, at least. It took her some ten minutes to jump up and point at a page."

"Ammunition. How fun," Hiccup said and Elsa couldn't help the laugh that escaped her at the dripping sarcasm. "Why don't you let her out? I'd like to see how much she's understood."

"I bet Tothn'ail she's asleep," Elsa spoke.

"The silence spell that she's awake," Hiccup betted against her.

"You always know what I want," the queen smiled and let the walls crumble into nothing.

Anna's head jerked up from the table, bleary-eyed and disoriented but holding a folder open in front of her. Seeing them, she sprung up.

"Sister! How could you have ever agreed to this!"

"Before that, I have a very important question for you," Elsa cut her off. "Were you asleep just now?"

Anna stopped in her tracks, blinked and shook her head, looking between Elsa and Hiccup several times. "No?" she said at last.

Hiccup hummed. "We only saw her lift her head, so it's impossible to say whether she actually was asleep or not. Too bad, I'd call this bet void."

Elsa sighed and rubbed her forehead. "And I was looking forward to finally getting my hands on that spell. I wish you'd just teach it to me, Hiccup."

"Rules are rules, my queen. You know why you can't have free access to the Enchantress's library."

"I know."

Annoyed at being ignored, Anna waved the folder she'd been reading in Hiccup's face. "You're a monster! What kind of threats did you threaten my sister and the guild masters with to have them sign this?!"

"Oh, geez Anna. Did you have to skip all your classes. That sounded wrong without the repetition."

The princess's face turned red at Elsa's outburst. In front of her Hiccup's face was twitching as if he was holding back laugher.

"It makes me wonder how powerful you think I am that you think I even could threaten the queen."

"WILD DRAGONS!" Anna hollered. "You're allowing wild dragons to roam the city! Sister, don't you know how dangerous they are!? And the people are not even allowed to defend themselves."

"Yes, Anna. I am well aware. I also know why this place is attractive to dragons, and why they have been here since the city was built. The queen of the time also knew what attracted the dragons and did nothing about it. Would you like to see the rules and regulations from back then?"

The princess gaped.

"Princess, you seem to be under some sort of misunderstanding," Hiccup said. "The entire city knows the dragons are wild and why they have to share their space with them. However, from what I heard today, you don't even know what a human is."

"Of course I know! They are…" the girl's mouth opened and closed, but no more words came out.

"What's this?" Elsa asked curiously. "What did Anna do today?"

"Nothing much. The shortest answer is that dragons breathe fire and so fire is evil, I believe is princess Anna's viewpoint."

"It is!" Anna responded, but her arguments were losing heat.

Hiccup took a step back and made a gesture for Elsa to take it form here. Tothn'ail stood a few steps away with a roll in her hands and back straight, waiting for attention. Elsa dismissed Hiccup with a wave of her hand. Hiccup bowed, but Anna was staring at Elsa's hand with strange intensity.

"Anna, there is a difference between us of the Ice Sprite's lineage and everything else alive. Humans included."

"What?"

Elsa put a hand on her chest. "Body heat. You and I can't feel the cold. But humans do. If a human's body heat drop below a certain degree, they will die from the cold. While humans are able to contain their own body heat and even create more of it with movement, they can't always keep moving. They must sleep. At those times, fire is essential to their survival."

Just like Elsa had expected, this was a whole new world to Anna, one she couldn't comprehend.

"Why? How? It makes no sense. Why would your people, the people of the ice queen, need heat?"

"Not just humans. Animals and dragons as well. The dragons come because there's warmth here, and they keep out other animals that could bring harm to people. It's called co-existing."

Anna stared. Elsa could see how the cogwheels turned in her brain.

"What… about you, sister?" Anna asked. "Do you like… warmth?"

It was from the way her gaze flickered over to Hiccup that Elsa understood what she meant. "You will too, if the day ever arrives and you find someone to marry."

"Does it really… feel better than fingers?"

Of all the classes Anna had been forced to take, Elsa didn't know if she should laugh or cry that this was what had stuck. Alas, she leaned forward and whispered in her little sister's face.

"It can't even compare. If I had the choice, I'd spend my days naked in bed with Hiccup, riding him until I'm as warm as he is."

"I don't doubt you, Tothn'ail, but why was this never brought to my attention?"

"The queen said you handle all such matters," the fairy spoke in an aloof, dismissive tone.

"And that right there is why the queen is so adamant on not trusting you!" Hiccup hissed and pulled a hand through his hair.

"The queen has total faith in me," Tooth hissed back.

"Oh really? Because just now she said you have not done your duty and only keep pestering her about your own, personal business. Such acts doesn't invoke a lot of trust to someone who has to run the entire country. This oversight on your part, you think it will go unpunished?"

"You can't accuse me without proof."

"True. It's really lucky for me then that you just handed over that proof along with the reminder that you brought this matter to the queen who trusted you'd then take it to me. Or are you trying to say your queen has a lacking memory?"

The fairy's self-assured attitude froze on her face. Hiccup ignored her and gathered the rolls in his arms. It was too late now to act rashly and the guilds had gone to sleep. It would be better to take this to Elsa in the morning, have Tooth out of his hair for the day and deal with the Fisherman guild at the same time.

It was the second morning he woke up under a pile of children, and Jack had a headache and a sick feeling in his belly. The guild house had to be finished by the end of the day, and Jack wanted to be there to see it happen. Make sure the job was finished. Instead he had to wait by the palace gates for a princess that may or may not arrive to make life difficult for everyone.

Rumour had spread fast, and the reaction to what Jack had done the day before was… sinking in. Jack had seen looks yesterday, but aside from Pete, nobody had spoken. A few of the diggers had given Jack a gentle pat on the shoulder and head. Freya bless them. At least he could always count on them when he needed comfort.

Bunny hummed beneath him. "'sit morn'?" he mumbled, still more asleep than awake.

"No yet," Jack muttered back just as groggy. He wondered if the other could even make out the words. Jack's tongue felt thick and uncooperative.

Still, Bunny started stirring restlessly. "Must wake up, lil' ones. Last day homeless. Next night, we'll sleep in our own beds."

A low choir of protesting groans answered.

"Is Hans there again today?" asked Jamie around a yawn.

Jack felt his stomach twist another turn. Normally when Jack wasn't there, Bunny could get food for him too. Yesterday he couldn't, because Hans had been there. When Jack tried to go himself, he'd been refused because he hadn't been seen working. In this manner, the fishing guild had managed to hand out half rations to almost the entire Dig-Build guild, and less still. Many of the yeti diggers hadn't eaten at all since they were vegetarians.

"I wish the vizier would do something about that man soon," said Bunny as he stretched.

"Me too," said Jack. "Else Hans will tell me to go to the palace for food. Unfortunately the vizier didn't react much when Camicazi mentioned it, so don't expect anything."

"You know…" Bunny let out a yawn that shook his entire frame "that's actually strange. I may not like him, but he always reacts fast at the slightest breech. Hans is downright breaking the rules."

"You don't think Hans has something on the vizier? Or got permission?" Jack asked nervously.

"Haddock keeps this city running smoothly, dirty methods and all," Bunny said reluctantly as he sat up, supporting sleepy and protesting children and simultaneously urging them up and out of the house. "If he suddenly gave the fishing guild permission to break rules others have died for breeching, I fear for the future of Arendelle."

Jack picked up Sophie, who was quiet and tired and had big tears rolling down her cheeks, and hugged her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and mumbled about her parents and food.

"Either way, we have no choice but to finish work today. Like you said, Bunny; last day homeless."

"Of course," the elder replied with a shrug and a hopeless smile.

"We can really go home tonight?" Cuppake asked.

Bunny smiled at her best he could. "Sure, sweetheart. We'll put in all of our efforts and we can move back into our own home tonight."

A loud commotion alerted the group.

"It sounds like it's coming from the bazaar," Jack said.

Bunny paled. "Don't tell me…" He took off running. Jack and the rest could only follow, but right as the older builder skidded to round a corner in front of them, he jerked back.

"Bunny, what's happen…" Jack's worried voice fizzled out and died.

Ice guards.

Loud screams and angry shouts reached them, and Jack held Sophie tighter.

"D-don't worry. They're probably here for Hans," he said aloud, a bit too loud.

"They are," Bunny said, astonished. "Can't you see them? Hans and the Fisherman guild master are dragged out of their guild house! Come."

Dig-Build members on site were working and simultaneously watching the commotion. Bunny ushered all the children and Jack closer to him as they walked slowly between bodies towards Master North. The ice guards were indeed pulling out the Fisherman guild master and his closest men. Women and children tried to protest and pull their leader back, but were roughly shoved away.

"Have you lost your mind, Vizier?!"

Bunny and Jack stopped short. That was Hans's voice.

"What is the meaning of this?!" the guild master followed. "We've done everything right! You can't accuse us without evidence!"

The Vizier's voice was sharp and cold. "Evidence? It is right here on this very square." He turned around and spread out his arms. "People of Arendelle! Your voices will free or condemn the leaders of Fisherman guild. How many of you have witnessed with your own eyes the Fishermen break the rules about handing out fair rations?"

At first, nobody spoke. Jack saw Hans's face start to twitch in triumph. So he raised his own and Sophie's hands. Bunny hissed beside him, but then thought better of it and joined.

Slowly, one by one, until every person in the wide space, old and young alike, stood with their arms lifted.

"Is that enough evidence for you, guild master?"

"I-I… you MONSTER! You've threatened them! Brainwash! As if anyone would dare say no against you as long as you got dragons. But I'm the invaluable leader of this guild! Without me…"

"Whatever value you have is hidden away so deep it makes no difference!" Bunny shouted.

Unexpectedly, the vizier whirled around and stared at Bunny with such intensity Jack feared for his adoptive father's life. He tried to step up, but Bunny quickly wrapped his arm around him and pulled him back.

Across the square, the vizier turned back towards the fishermen, and with only a wave of his staff, the ice guards carried them away.

Before he brought up the rear, the vizier spoke to Dig-Build. "This is your last day to rebuild your guild house. Keep all your hands on the job. Let the queen deal with the one guilty."

With yet another glance towards Bunny, the vizier walked away.