Where the Wind Blows
17th of Kuthona 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
You cut a deal with Saenar for him to teach Cob, the negotiations of which go by with the same uncanny courtesy he's showed so far, which you are beginning to believe has nothing to do with the spell of suggestion and
everything to do with the same temperament that has seen him make his escape from the Court of Blood in Zirnakaynin. As the sky grows blue and bright over Cassomir with only a light dusting of clouds to hide the face of the sun, Sirim and Cob did their job and the Lord Governor gave the people of the Teeth one more reason to hate him, at least according to Sir Pisca.
"By now the rumor mill has made slavers into rebels worthy of the
Everbloom, mark my words, and when all this is done you, friend, will be remembered as a wicked shadow weaver bent on working your wiles on the good people of..." The knight can't keep a straight face, drowning his smile behind the wine glass that one of the palace's many servants had materialized as if by magic.
"You, sir, are a cynic," Mina accuses without heat.
"On the contrary, if I were a cynic I would withdraw to a small country estate with an orchard and live a life of ease lest some dragon gain a taste for apricots. I am simply saying that magpies will pick out your eyes if you let them, be they great or small."
For a man who thinks so little of others seeking wealth, his hand lies all-too-comfortably onto the fat purse of gold that had been his cut of the drow's gold... his cut after paying the alchemist for his services in dealing with the arcane fluids out of his own looted funds. To be honest, you had been worried that he might take it ill to be repaid with only part of his own money for doing a job.
"At least you freed the slaves," Mina sighs. "You did free them, right?" The unwelcome thought seems to have just struck her.
At
that the knight seems faintly affronted. "Of course, this wasn't a legal sale after all. I wouldn't be surprised if they're just beggars swept off the street for easy coin. Their stories certainly bore it out, as did the involvement of the snakes who call themselves the Western Winds Company, more snake than even
I knew."
"Aspis?" you ask, intrigued and morbidly curious if you would have come out to the other side of this whole affair if Gavhaul had lived.
"Yes, they talked a bit too much in front of 'the stock', knew they were going to be killed and defiled you see. One of the old timers had ears a good deal sharper than he let on and he sang like a bird once we struck his chains. The governor is planning to raid the company premises out on the docks at noon. He wants this all wrapped up before Her Highness shows up, just in case they have some mischief prepared."
"We could go, right? Loot some more?" Cob asks eagerly. You would have sworn he would knock over the low table jumping up like that, but if there's one thing about Cob you've gotten used to is how talented he is at causing chaos only when he means to.
"No," Gorok says firmly. "Too many eyes on us already, too many enemies. We take the gold, we go to Augustana."
"We should deposit some of it with the Abadarans here in the city, they are good to withdraw from all across Avistan Garund and beyond. Such is the vow of the Master of the First Vault," Sirim interjects.
What do you do tomorrow as Cob learns alchemical formulas?
[] Deposit some of your gold with the Temple of Abadar
-[] Write in how much
[] Argue that you should help put an end to the WWC
[] You have a few other things you'd like to buy
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: Sorry this was so late, I've been distracted by novel political developments.
