The Mighty Nein

Previously on The Mighty Nein...

Whoever stole the Beacon plans to use it.

This Beacon can clearly do much more than

- reincarnation. - Return the Beacon.

I'm Astrid. The big lunk is Eadwulf.

You, my boy, are special.

Why are you here, Nott?

I will only bring you danger.

Because we're friends.

Jester. Lord Sharpe is looking for you.

Traveler, this is your last chance.

Who gave you your powers, Fjord?

I don't know.

Consume.

That's a lot of red eyes.

Nonagon, does this mean it worked? The ritual.

Vas Eiselcross.

Did you find anyone willing to steal the artifact?

I may have

just the group of capable fools.

Tell me where they took the Beacon.

I had thought you wanted to forget these feelings, Yasha.

The Assembly.

Which way?

Hm.

There's a storm coming.

How can you always tell?

I can feel it.

In my bones.

Like Old Lady Marly?

Hey, don't make fun of the Stormlord.

I would never. I'm making fun of you.

Hm.

Remember why you're here.

Orphan maker.

Remember your purpose.

Remember my plan.

All right, this is the plan.

The Kryn Artifact--

The one we're going to steal.

Yes. Will be on display

at the Gala of Champions on the last night of the Harvest Close Festival.

In three days!

Pre-Precisely.

In the main hall

of the Soltryce Academy. Here.

What kind of party are we talking about?

The kind for only the very wealthy or well-connected, I imagine.

And any party we're not invited to

is definitely worth attending.

So, how are we supposed to get in?

Well, you'll need an invitation.

A specially enchanted invitation.

Then we will have to steal one.

And I have the perfect mark.

Lord Sutan.

He hasn't attended a gala since Lady Sutan died,

but he's always sent an invitation as a matter of propriety.

You will need to get in and out without being spotted.

But his residence is full of traps.

Visda-Revelo.

Regardless, I would advise you leave no trace.

Desk. Top drawer.

A spell book.

The Gentleman said, "Leave no trace."

- I need to take this. - Hey.

Drop it.

Really?

We're either a team or you're working for yourselves.

Decide.

Well, shit. Aah!

D'oh, what?

Easy now. I got you.

I got you.

You're far too weak.

Step back.

You will also need

a distraction.

Ooh, I am very distracting.

Yes, but this job feels like it needs more...

muscles.

The Soltryce Academy is essentially a fortress.

To even get onto the grounds requires scaling the outer wall unseen,

sneaking past rows of guards

and climbing the tallest tower.

Every festival ends with a fireworks display fired from that rooftop.

If you can make the 20-foot leap to the tower and set off the fireworks,

you'll draw everyone to the balcony.

And that will be your window to strike.

But Beau,

can you jump that far?

Yeah. Hah. It's easy.

I mean it's-it's all in the quads.

Infiltration will require a more delicate approach.

Someone will need to attend the gala.

To be our eyes and ears.

Pick me, pick me.

She is the only one here who knows anything about rich people.

Well, then, my dear, it seems

you'll need a dress.

Something delicate

and conservative to blend in with Zadash's elite.

You know me too well, Mr. The Gentleman.

Acquisition of the artifact must happen

quickly and stealthily.

We use sewer tunnels for smuggling.

There is a hidden entrance to the Academy grounds

just behind the gala room.

Wait, sewer? As-as in water?

Eh, running liquid, anyway.

And since you will need to overcome

any protections around the artifact, magical or physical,

I suggest you prepare some potions in advance.

We can handle that, ja?

Heh! You bet your soggy bottom.

Then that leaves the escape.

Always save the best for last.

I have a little fixer-upper

that might do the trick.

You will have only a few minutes to escape the Tri-Spire before they

lock it down. The getaway must be

unnoticed and fast. And remember,

the Zadash City Guard are not to be trifled with.

You should expect a confrontation.

My motto is assume you're gonna get fucked so you can

prepare for the fuckery.

I might steal that.

I guess we're really doing this.

Well, then you'll need supplies.

I think I know a place.

Oh, my gosh. Look at all the things!

- Ooh, so cute! - Welcome to the Invulnerable Vagrant.

I am enchanter

- Pumat Sol. - Well, my name is Jester,

and we are the Mighty Nein.

Sure you are. What can I do for you?

Oh! Can you make this so it never runs out of booze?

Oh, for gods' sake.

Absolutely. That'll put you out about 180 gold.

That is a lot, Nott.

I never ask for anything.

I want it. I need it!

One...

Two...

- Your shop is amazing. - Three...

- Four... - I will take all of these, please.

Also, what's this do?

Oh, Pumat Prime is very proud of this one.

Sprinkled over an edible substance, it greatly improves the flavor

to the point of being downright distracting.

Then it shall be mine.

Ah, you sell gear, too?

That is actually

a very powerful arcane artifact.

Holy shit.

How much to make it pink?

My first

gala! I can't wait to dance. This dress

is so swishy. I love it. Hm.

Hey, I know that dickhead.

- Which dickhead? - Lord Sharpe.

He tried to kill me, it's so funny. What do these names mean?

Ah, scheisse.

That's the guest list.

And the fuckery begins.

What?

If someone at the party could recognize you, you can't go.

Huh? No!

But I-I could hold a fan or something. Or...

or talk like this.

Jester, it's too risky.

But I got a dress and everything.

What do we do, Caleb?

The gala starts in a half hour. Without our inside lady,

the plan doesn't work.

I'll break like a two-copper hooker in jail.

Easy, girl.

Easy.

Fine. I'll fuckin' do it.

Jester can climb the tower.

I'll go to the stupid party.

What? You don't think I can be a glam rich bitch?

Mm. Beauregard, I mean no offense,

but a gala of this caliber requires a certain amount of...

authenticity.

These people have a body language honed by years of crushing

people's hopes and dreams. It--

Lionett Family Vineyards.

Is that... you?

I have so many questions.

I'm real sorry, Jester.

I know how badly you wanted to go to the ball.

You ever feel like you always see what you want,

but you can never quite get it?

Listen, after this payday,

we can go to plenty of parties.

That's not what I mean.

I miss Mama, I miss the Traveler, but mostly...

...I miss just having a friend I could tell everything to, you know?

And I thought this party could be our chance to...