Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 12
Galamon drew the dagger across the whetstone one final time, and then rubbed it down with a cloth. He put it back in its sheath and set it on the table beside his helmet. He straightened his posture and stared at Argrave.
“The work is fairly long term,” Argrave continued. “Six months. 3000 gold.” Argrave saw some heads turn when he mentioned the amount.
“You know my rates,” Galamon said. “Someone referred you?”
Galamon’s voice was a low rasp, enough to give Argrave chills up his spine. He briefly felt envious. He had no issues with his own voice, per se, but to have a voice like that… well, it would be damned nice. Maybe if he inhaled hot embers for a couple of hours…
“Something like that,” Argrave nodded, dismissing his vocal envy.
Galamon did not react. “Who am I guarding?”
“Me.” Argrave pointed both of his thumbs at himself. “I have some enemies, you see. I plan to make more. I won’t demand you do anything unreasonable, though the terms can be ironed out when we draft the contract.”
Galamon nodded slightly, face still unmoving. “You’ll provide room and board?”
“Yes. Though… we may be camping frequently. I would ask that you hunt, should that be the case.”
“You have the coin?”
“Not on me,” Argrave said quickly and loudly so as to deter any listeners. “We would have to go to the bank, draft a contract, and then I could give it to you. In coin, if necessary.” Argrave tapped his fingers on the table. “Any other questions?”
Galamon stared Argrave down, and then retrieved his flask for another drink. He set it aside, then shook his head. “No.”
He doesn’t even ask for my name, my position in society… really, his confidence would seem like recklessness if I didn’t know fully how good this guy was at his job.
“Good. But I have some things to say to you. So…” Argrave held his hands up and cast a D-rank illusion spell, [Isolate]. It prevented sounds from leaking out. A simple yet efficient spell. Of course, it was an illusion spell and not a warding spell, so a sufficiently high-level spellcaster could resist its effects—not that he’d find them in this seedy place. Argrave did not know any warding spells, though. He would have to change that in the future.
“Our words won’t reach beyond this table now,” Argrave said. “One,” Argave held up a finger, “I know you were exiled from Veiden. Two,” Argrave held up a second finger. “I know why. Don’t worry—I wouldn’t have even talked to you had that been an issue.”
Galamon’s stoic face finally showed some expression. His brows furrowed, and his lips fell into a scowl. “Why was I exiled, then?”
Argrave hesitated. Even with the spell, he did not feel comfortable saying it out loud. Vampires were nearly universally reviled. If any high-level spellcaster were to overhear,
have an iron-rich diet.” Argrave said, spreading his hands. Galamon stared, and Argrave considered that most people of the Middle Ages would have no idea that iron was in the blood.
“Why mention this if you have no issue
keep me from
would not require sleep. That was why Galamon always carried around a flask. Indeed,
to stand also. Galamon was huge—well-built, and even barely taller than Argrave. “I must quickly fetch some
we’ll go to
the crowd parted for him as
barrier. The two had very quickly become the most eye-catching people in the establishment, between their mention of Galamon’s ostensibly exorbitant fee
him. The man got out of his chair and reached for Argrave’s shoulder. Not wishing to be touched, Argrave cast a simple shock spell, and the man
wizard,” the
his arms, paying attention as much to his surroundings as he
that snow elf,” the bald man
coldly,
chest. “That white-haired
shook
here. Nothing good comes out
his hand. “Go back to your table, leave me in
noble. Nothing good comes from getting mixed up with you,” the bald man shook his head. “But people that talk ill of him…
man seemed somewhat genuine. Argrave didn’t let his
break a contract,” Argrave shook his head. “Even if
bow on his back, an axe and dagger on his waist, and a bag
am ready,” he
“So you are.”
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on the bank’s counter gently and looked at Argrave. The bank clerk
job is mainly protection. And you don’t wish to be touched
secret assassinations, just a
the clerk to hand over the banknote with the custom amount, deducting it from his account. The 3000-gold loss would sting, to be sure, but
day, sirs,” the bank clerk said
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