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“Nope,” the blacksmith shakes his head. “Nothing but battle mages around here, and I’m the only artificer in forty miles.”

The traveller tugs on her grimy hair in frustration. “You don’t sell potions or amulets or sigils?”

“Wouldn’t know how to make ‘em,” he shrugs, looking at her with some concern. She looks in desperate need of a meal and a good night’s sleep.

“This place is spoken of as a bastion of magic! A font of innovation and power!”

“Well, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’ve got more magic in here than one person could possibly need. Provided you need it forged into a blade,” he replies.

It’s getting rather hard not to take her dismissal personally. He would never have expected someone like her not to value the crafting of magical weaponry; he has never seen anyone look more like a sellsword.

“You have nothing else?” she presses and this time there is desperation at the edge of her voice.

“Sorry…”

All the light seems to leave her eyes. Her head drops and the blacksmith can just make out a frantic stream of muttered words.

“Two months on the road,” she breathes, “dragging him from pillar to post as he wastes away, and there’s not a drop of healing magic in this damned place—”

“Heyday! I never said that!” he protests, urgently stepping forward. “You came here with someone in need of healing?”

Her eyes dart instantly up to his. “Yes. My— My charge. He is affected by some curse or illness… Something my skill could not protect him from.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” the blacksmith grins. He looks at her, sizing up the width of her shoulders. “Know how to handle a broadsword?”

“Of course I do.”

He takes one from its case, the flawless blade almost black, the glint of the steel almost warm as he offers it to her.

[ID: Three panel pills that make you green comic

Panel 1: Plain stick figure is visiting the doctor from the first comic.

Plain: "Doctor you should look at this systematic review, it says pills that make you green are dangerous"

Doctor: "While that sounds unlikely I'll have a look, if my patients are in danger I'll have to tell them"

Panel 2, same setup as above:

Doctor: "Oh wow"

Plain: "Terrible, isn't it"

Doctor: "Oh no"

Plain: "Yes, you need to stop treatment immediately"

Doctor: "What? I'm reacting to the methodology"

Plain: "Huh?"

Doctor: "This grading scale is garbage, how are you going to use lack of blinding as a metric for a treatment that turns you green"

Panel 3: Zoom in on the plain stick figure's head as the doctor keeps talking

Doctor: Oh this is so strange, the conclusions say to stop treatment but they can't show actual negative results, just "inconclusive" data when they throw away most of the data

Doctor: Hey I recognize the organization that conducted these interviews, isn't this a known hate group?

Doctor: They interviewed some degreeners but it looks like the report is completely ignoring what they actually say in those interviews?

Doctor: Wait, it's from the Advanced Australian Federation? You know they're trying to distract from the failure of the infinite torment crucible before the election, right? This is a political hit piece, not research.

End ID]

I had considered applying to join, but the notion of escaping the stresses of high school by flinging myself into a mess of teenage drama, adult oversight and schedules seemed self-defeating.

(Admittedly, Taylor's experience of "high school stuff" is getting relentlessly, horrifically bullied by her peers. But that's not really how it's framed here.)

But when we actually get to see the Wards in an interlude, they're... actually pretty professional, all things considered. The first thing we see of them is a debriefing - first Director Piggot chewing them out for some of their mistakes and giving us a view into the politics of the PRT, then the Wards sitting down privately to go over the fight and share what they've learned about the Undersiders for future encounters. The overall impression is that these people are pretty serious about caping and comfortable with each other as a team.

(Shadow Stalker, the one actual problem on the team, is notably absent from the Wards' first interlude.)

Now, the Wards are slowly breaking down under the stress of fighting supervillains constantly, but teen drama isn't the issue. They're handling their situation about as well as you could reasonably expect. Taylor probably would have benefited from joining the Wards, and getting to hang out with fellow teens who are both serious cape types and also not trying to bully her.