feat: drafted thirty-four

README.md

@@ -108,6 +108,8 @@ Gainsburg is where the first time she played for money. 15 miles from home.
 
 Geb's home.
 
-# Miska
+# Miksa atoi pin Strali
 
 Blacksmith.
+
+# Calibo atoi idu Oparil

chapters/chapter-25.md

@@ -202,7 +202,7 @@ Ragon crossed his arms over his chest.
 
 "Please?"
 
-He rolled his eyes and then sighed. "Fine." Rolling his head to the side, he stared at Brook. "Tiblin and his friends would never go to Dorsen's. Not after Gebaw got fired from there when---"
+He rolled his eyes and then sighed. "Fine." Rolling his head to the side, he stared at Brook. "Tiblin and his friends would never go to Dorsen's. Not after Gabaw got fired from there when---"
 
 "How would you know that?" Brook's voice cut him off.
 

chapters/chapter-26.md

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@ title: Planning
 teaser: >
   As Linsan and Brook drive toward Fanasis Village, they realize they needed more than enthusiasm if they catch up to the murderers.
 summary: >
-  Linsan and Brook drive toward Fanasis Village which is where they plan on taking a detour down to Little Rock and Gebaw's home. Along the way, they talk about their plans when they meet up with the three men. They decide they need to fight, but Brook suggests they stop in the village and practice.
+  Linsan and Brook drive toward Fanasis Village which is where they plan on taking a detour down to Little Rock and Gabaw's home. Along the way, they talk about their plans when they meet up with the three men. They decide they need to fight, but Brook suggests they stop in the village and practice.
 ---
 
 > The Glass Fallacy: a theory that unskilled men will overestimate their ability to perform an action, usually resulting in complete failure and humiliation. See Broken Glass Heart. --- *A Gathering of Useful Phrases*
@@ -90,7 +90,7 @@ Brook didn't respond. Instead, she picked up her tea and took a sip.
 
 When Brook didn't say anything else, Linsan wondered if she had said the wrong thing. She turned back to the window and fretted to herself. Talking to Brook was always a thorny problem for her. She never knew when something would ruin the mood or her chances to ease the conflict between them.
 
-A few minutes later, she saw a road sign for Fanasis. They were only a few leagues away and it was just past noon. If they hurried, they would make it to Gebaw's home before the end of the day.
+A few minutes later, she saw a road sign for Fanasis. They were only a few leagues away and it was just past noon. If they hurried, they would make it to Gabaw's home before the end of the day.
 
 "I think we should stop."
 

chapters/chapter-29.md

@@ -104,7 +104,7 @@ Inside, the main room was packed with more people wearing the blue and white. Al
 
 With her cheeks burning, Linsan headed toward the side where there was a bar with bottles behind it.
 
-One of the men in the chairs stood up. He was an older, balding man with weathered skin and rough hands. Dense, swirling tattoos covered his hands from his knuckles clear up to his elbows. "Hey, Hab, you said the good rooms were taken by a pretty lady? That her?"
+One of the men in the chairs stood up. He was an older, balding man with weathered skin and rough hands. Dense, swirling tattoos covered his hands from his knuckles clear up to his elbows. The designs reminded her of Old Gab's. "Hey, Har, you said the good rooms were taken by a pretty lady? That her?"
 
 A man behind the bar looked up. He looked annoyed. "Yes, Cal. What's your point?"
 
@@ -112,33 +112,33 @@ A man behind the bar looked up. He looked annoyed. "Yes, Cal. What's your point?
 
 Brook stopped. She straightened and planted her fists on her hips.
 
-The bartender spoke first in a sharp tone, "If you try, you risk annoying her and she paid far more than you ever had. Not to mention, there is only one of her and she doesn't insist on jamming six int one room."
+The bartender spoke first in a sharp tone, "If you try, you'll upset the dame and she paid far more than you ever had. Not to mention, there is only one of her and she doesn't insist on jamming six int one room and never cleaning up."
 
 "I can't even ask?" Cal said. He glanced down at the people at his table and then back at Brook.
 
-"No," said the bartender. "I'm going to kick you and yours out for the season. Given that every pub and inn is filled for ten leagues around Gaveil, you're going to either be sleeping in that wagon of yours or driving a long time and will miss the game."
+The bartender glared. "I'm going to kick you and yours out for the season. Given that every pub and inn is filled for ten leagues around Gaveil, you're going to either be sleeping in that wagon of yours or driving a long time and will miss the game."
 
-Cal looked at the bar. "How could you say that, Hab? I come here every game, every time. You know I'm good."
+Cal looked at the bar. "How could you say that, Har? I come here every game, every time. You know I'm good."
 
-Hab gestured to Brook. "Not tonight. She got the room first. You're going to have to share your cousin's room like everyone else. Why do you think I'm not serving beans tonight?"
+Har gestured to Brook. "Not tonight. She got the room first. You're going to have to share your cousin's room like everyone else. Why do you think I'm not serving beans tonight?"
 
 A ripple of laughter filled the room.
 
 Linsan cringed and glanced around.
 
-Cal cracked his knuckles and looked over Brook. "Well, welcome to our humble little village, Dame." He took a deep bow to her.
+Cal cracked his knuckles and looked over Brook. "Well, that all said, welcome to our humble little village, Dame." He took a deep bow to her.
 
 Brook nodded curtly.
 
 "Though, I'd be honored if you be willing to share your room with me," he said with a grin. "I'm a considerate lover. Just me, though, none of these---"
 
-"Shut your mouth, Cal," Hab said with a warning tone. "She's a lady and you are not to speak to her like that."
+"Shut your mouth, Cal," Har said with a warning tone. "She's a lady and you are not."
 
 Brook held up her hand. "Additionally, I'd rather sleep with a venomous snake on a bad day than get anywhere near you. I find those..." She gestured to his hands. "... markings to be disgusting and wouldn't deign to have them anywhere near my body."
 
 Linsan cringed at her sharp tone.
 
-Cal looked down at his hands and then laughed. It was a booming laugh but no one else in the room had joined him.
+Cal looked down at his tattooed hands and then laughed. It was a booming laugh but no one else in the room had joined him.
 
 A man at his table patted his hand. "Just sit down and shut up. You're going to get us kicked out."
 
@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@ She didn't know how to explain or even respond. She sat down gingerly and set th
 
 Linsan shrugged. "It's used in plays, orchestras, and other music. Think of it like a fiddle."
 
-"Plays? You known what? Tomorrow you should head over to the north side and look for an old goat in a cabin."
+"Plays? You known what? Tomorrow you should head over to the north side and look for an old goat on a hill. Not a real one, just a cranky old woman in a cabin."
 
 "Old Gab?"
 

chapters/chapter-33.md

@@ -98,7 +98,7 @@ If Linsan didn't know better, she would have thought Brook was steeling herself
 
 "It-it's just a violin," Linsan stammered. She froze. It felt like she had just jammed a dagger into her own gut. She was talking about never seeing Palisis again, losing her family legacy forever to the thieves.
 
-The look in Brook's eyes faded. She shook her head as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. "My fault that I lost my daddy."
+The look in Brook's eyes faded. She shook her head as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. "My fault. I lost my daddy. My fault."
 
 "No, no," Linsan said quickly. She hugged Brook tighter. "It was us. We did this and we're going to finish it."
 

chapters/chapter-34.md

@@ -0,0 +1,191 @@
+---
+title: An Offer of Help
+teaser: >
+  With their car still stuck in the hole, Linsan and Brook are unsure what to do next. As they wait, a new friend arrives.
+summary: >
+  With their car still stuck in the hole, Linsan and Brook are unsure what to do next. As they wait, a new friend arrives.
+---
+
+> At the height of their society, the Usaili territories covered much of the southern parts of Gepaul. --- Janil da Krisol, *Lost Natives of the Land*
+
+The warm blew past Linsan, bringing with it the smell of flowers, rain, and smoke. Slowly, she lifted her head and took a deep breath. At first, she thought the smoke came from the ruined car behind them but the wind blew in the wrong direction.
+
+Underneath her embrace, Brook nestled closer to her. "Sorry...." she murmured, half asleep in her grief. She drew her knee up and tugged her dress over her bare, scratched skin.
+
+Linsan didn't want to move, but the smell worried her. She peered down toward Gabaw's village in fear that a mob of villagers were coming to finish the job. Seeing only an empty haze hovering along the grasses that grew along the ruts, she breathed a sigh of relief.
+
+Shifting her body, she flipped her head to the other side and looked the other way.
+
+A wagon approached from the north, moving with a stately pace with an old horse or mule leading it. She could see two people on the driver's bench, one broad-shouldered and the other smaller. They were talking to each other and, even from a distance, Linsan could hear a man and woman laughing.
+
+"Brook, I need to talk to these people."
+
+Her friend sniffed and looked up. "Who?"
+
+"I don't know, but they came from Fanasis and not Gabaw's. They have a wagon, maybe they could help us get the buggy out."
+
+Brook rubbed her red eyes. "I doubt it, that is a ton of iron, copper, and bronze."
+
+"I'm not giving up."
+
+Brook gave a small nod and then pushed herself up to her feet.
+
+Linsan made sure she was steady and then walked with her back toward the road. Along the way, they looked at the hole that the buggy had fallen into. It looked even worse and Linsan had to look away. She knew she couldn't give up, but seeing the damage made it impossible not to burst into tears herself.
+
+At the edge of the road, she waited until the wagon got close enough to see her and then waved to them. "Hello!"
+
+The two on the wagon stopped talking. The driver flicked his reins and hurried the horse along. Even thought it was only a few hundred yards, it felt like forever before the wagon got close enough for her to identify the driver.
+
+"Cal!?"
+
+Cal straightened and then smiled broadly. "Music girl!"
+
+Brook grumbled. "That's the drunk from the public house?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Why are you excited to see him?" Her voice was sullen and bitter.
+
+"Because he knew that he said the wrong thing and left. We talked while you were bathing. Not to mention, he has a wagon and might help us."
+
+Brook scoffed and looked away.
+
+Cal hopped off the wagon with a thud. "This is the music girl I was just telling you about," he called to his companion before standing in front of Linsan, his hands out in a hug but not pulling her in.
+
+He had done the same thing when they parted ways. Linsan had felt uncomfortable then, but the stress and excitement of the day had worn down her defenses and she let him pull her into a firm hug.
+
+For a moment, she was enveloped in hard muscles and the smell of smoke. Then he stepped away. "I was just talking to you with my cousin about your playing. She heard it last night but was too busy to check on me. Old Gab yelled at me for not bringing you over since you played some songs she had never heard." He grinned. "She's jealous."
+
+Linsan brushed her hair from her face and looked up as Cal's cousin stood up from the bench. She was slender with startlingly golden hair. Her waist had an almost perfect taper that only a corset could create; Linsan could spot some of the boning underneath the white cotton shirt she wore. However, his cousin wore brown trousers instead of a dress. With hands in both pockets, Cal's cousin gracefully stepped off the wagon and dropped the ground.
+
+The impact looked graceful, but the ground shook as if someone had dropped a heavy rock from the wagon.
+
+"Oh, Linsan, this is my cousin, Miska atoi pin Strali."
+
+It took Linsan a moment to register the foreign name. In the language of the land, Lorban names began and ended with constants. Having a trailing vowel gave the impression there was something left, a sound missing. She struggled. "Hi, Miks... Mik..."
+
+Miska's smile grew more forced.
+
+"Miska?"
+
+"Good enough," Miska said. Her voice was tense, with a fluid sound that almost sang.
+
+"Be nice, Mis."
+
+Miska rolled her eyes.
+
+Linsan caught sight of Miska's hands. Like her cousin and Old Gab, she had intricate designs tattooed along her hands up to her elbows. The material of her shirt, above where the corset bound her, gave a hint that there were more tattoos along her sternum or belly.
+
+Linsan took a deep breath. Her mother had taught her enough to know that saying someone's name right was important. She cleared her throat. "Miska atoi Strali?"
+
+Cal chuckled. "Almost, Music Girl! Just shorten the final 'a' and 'i' and you'll be good."
+
+After a few more attempts, Cal declared that she had it right.
+
+"So what's your name?" Linsan asked.
+
+"Calibo atoi idu Oparil. It means Burning Woods that Comes From Oparil." He gestured north. "A few miles north of Fanasis, back before..." He sighed. "A while ago. Miska and I share a grandmother on my mother's side and her father's."
+
+Even though she was confused and there were no songs or plays she could use to supplement her knowledge, Linsan glanced at Miska.
+
+"It doesn't mean anything, don't ask."
+
+Miska turned away, her hands still in her pockets and walked over the edge fo the crater. In the last few hours, most of the flames and smoke had faded. She leaned over and then shook her head. "Gab again?"
+
+"Looks like it," Cal said as he joined her. "What happened, Music Girl?"
+
+Linsan worried for a moment. "We were trying to stop him. He... did something and we were hoping to bring him to the authorities."
+
+Miska snorted.
+
+"However, the villagers lied to us and they were able to warn him and his friends that we were coming."
+
+Miska's head snapped up. "They didn't send you past the Itanith Tree, did they?"
+
+Linsan started to ask then realized what she was talking about. "The tree with all the birds?"
+
+"Bad luck, no surprise you ended up here."
+
+Calibo leaned over. "That tree gives bad luck for strangers who pass it. Until sunset, things won't go your way."
+
+It was Brook's turn to snort.
+
+Miska leaned over, sticking her rear out as she did.
+
+Brook's eyes flickered down.
+
+"Looks like he tried to set this thing on fire."
+
+Linsan turned back to the damage. She sighed and nodded. "Fire hammer attack of some sort. He brought it down on the hood and we fell in. Broke my bow."
+
+"And ruined the car?" asked Miska.
+
+"Yeah, sorry. The car is also ruined."
+
+A smile crossed Miska's face. "No, not ruined. Just looks like the metal is twisted." Then she jumped into the pit to land on the hood.
+
+There was a powerful bang when she hit and the hood deformed underneath her weight. Finally, she pulled her tattooed hands from her pockets and slid down the rest of the way to start inspecting the damage.
+
+"What happened to the roof?"
+
+"Brook removed it."
+
+Miska looked up with a smile. "Did she? She has more than a pretty face and a purse?"
+
+Behind her and away from the edge, Brook made a scoffing sound.
+
+"These scratches are too clean for fire magic."
+
+Linsan saw scores along the metal from her own magic. "My magic."
+
+Calibo chuckled. "You weren't toying with them, were you?"
+
+"No."
+
+"So who did they kill?"
+
+Linsan tensed.
+
+Calibo chuckled. "We all heard you practice. Butterfly kisses and roses don't make that kind of impact with the ground." As to make a point, he slammed his foot into the ground and the soil shuddered.
+
+"Careful, Cal!" snapped Miska. "I don't want to be buried."
+
+Linsan blushed and looked back at Brook who was limping away. She sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry."
+
+Calibo followed her gaze and then sighed. He leaned closer and spoke in a quieter voice. "Family?"
+
+Linsan nodded. "Her father," she whispered. "They were robbing my family and killed her daddy. We were going after them to bring them to justice."
+
+"Just the two of you?"
+
+"We thought we had a chance."
+
+Calibo patted Linsan on the back. "You were damn close. That loud monster they were driving was on its last legs. I'll be surprised if it takes it more than a few leagues before giving up."
+
+Hope blossomed. "They might be in town?"
+
+"No chance. They wouldn't be caught dead, but they are going to be stuck for a few days down the road repairing their damage. If we can get you back on the road and give you some help, maybe you can succeed."
+
+Linsan stared at him, her jaw slack.
+
+Calibo winked. "Call it an apology for being drunk and rude." He leaned over. "So, what do you say, Mis? Think you can get them driving again?"
+
+Miska glared up at him. "I don't know, Bobo," she spat out the name bitterly. "But we need it out of this hole and to my forge. That means your wagon."
+
+"Ah, blessed soil, that means I'm not going home tonight?"
+
+Miska grinned with just a hint of malice. "You be nice to the *jinko*, you suffer. Plus you'll be paying for the iron work." She followed by something in a different language, a foreign tongue that sounded bitter and mocking.
+
+He shook his head. Then he pointed at her. "Be nice, *Achil deablo* made your grandmother smile."
+
+"That would explain the coming storm."
+
+Linsan worried her lip. "What can I do?"
+
+"Just stay out of our way, Music Girl. Our bones are of the earth and we know how to move among the stones." Calibo said before turning and heading to the wagon to retrieve heavy ropes and bales of straw.
+
+From inside the hole, there was a groan of metal. Linsan peered down to see Miska lifting up the front of the buggy with one hand. The weight of the vehicle drover Miska's feet deep into the earth but it didn't look like she strained with the effort to kick one foot free and roll a large rock underneath the corner of the Glasscoaster to brace it.
+
+On the edge of her vision, Linsan watched as Calibo picked up the end of the wagon that easily weighed hundreds of pounds. Without even a grunt, he dragged it until it lined up with the edge of the crater.
+
+She decided to stay out of their way.

language.json

@@ -1,6 +1,8 @@
 {
 	"knownWords": [
+		"Bobo",
 		"Brunil",
+		"Calibo",
 		"Dorsen",
 		"Dukan",
 		"Dukan's",
@@ -10,6 +12,7 @@
 		"Gainsburg",
 		"Gepaul's",
 		"Glasscoaster",
+		"Itanith",
 		"Kabisal",
 		"Kamel",
 		"Kamel's",
@@ -22,10 +25,14 @@
 		"Lankerni",
 		"Linsan",
 		"Linsan's",
+		"Lorban",
 		"Maril",
 		"Maril's",
 		"Mayforn",
 		"Melodol",
+		"Mis",
+		"Miska",
+		"Miska's",
 		"Palisis",
 		"Penesol",
 		"Ragon",