Of Chance Unlooked For
Twenty Fifth Day of the First Month 294 AC
"Perhaps I can be of assistance," you mentally address Garantos, with Varys as your intermediary just as the two are about to turn a corner. As he looks around, startled and understandably wary, you add,
"A friend from the Secret City, where fire is lain in oils above the waters." He did have a fondness for riddles and obscure smiles, after all, so the reference to the painting his lover made for the Sealord should hopefully assuage his suspicions.
"Prince Viserys?" comes the startled reply as he gives some kind of hand signal to the warrior next to him to stop and attend. To the credit of their friendship, Uruiz does.
"How did you even..."
"Magic," Varys cuts him off without your prompting
The azata picks ser Richard out of the crowd before he does you, likely familiar with his mannerisms even behind the veil. Then his eyes meet yours. Confusion gives way to dawning understanding, though not all the wariness goes out of his expression, not that you can blame him. One who lets go of all their suspicions in this city might as well do the same with their will to live.
"What manner of help?" asks the spirit who had once played the bravo by the canals of Braavos.
"A cause to fight for that isn't Bel's endless blood-drenched defense of Avernus," you bid your familiar to reply, already thinking of where in the city you could have enough privacy to speak at length. Probably nowhere, truth be told. You could take them home and then return to Heaven's Shore to wrap up a few loose ends.
Alas that loose ends are closer than you might think.
"There's an imp watching from the windowsill of the tavern," Varys interjects, her own thoughts more serious this time.
"It's hiding too well for idle curiosity. I think it is trailing Garantos and his friend."
"Lover," you reply absentmindedly. You had not been sure when they were arguing, but when they settled into the swift detente, the easy closeness and way their body language flowed showed intimacy beyond what friendship alone could account for. Perhaps Azema's flirting had struck closer to the mark than you had anticipated all those years ago.
"Is there any reason why you would have an imp on your trail?" you ask the azata plainly.
To his credit he replies in like manner.
"I have been associated with several resistance bands here in the city, mostly as a messenger. One of them might have been infiltrated of late. If you've a mind to get the two of us out of Heaven's Shore, well there is more that would be interested in a quiet exit from the stage."
You cannot say you are not tempted. You are always looking for more talent, but for now you need to shake that imp in a way that is not so blatant as to alert its superiors so you can actually speak to Garantos about the matter in more than broad generalities.
How do you shake the imp trailing Garantos and his companion?
[] Keep up the mask of Mikael Abdul-Hassan, invite them to have dinner at one of the better establishments in the Court of Travelers, one warded against such petty spies
[] Keep it simple, they go down a blind alley where you and ser Richard wait unseen within a wall, one spell and you are in the deep beyond prying eyes and ears
[] Write in
I know you guys wanted to go to the slave market, but you rolled high on the encounter, this is a chance for a few more recruits than that would have given you as long as you do not arouse undue suspicion. Not yet edited.