Jackal Among Snakes

A knight pushed open a set of oak double doors that had the symbol of House Monticci in the center. The swordfish split open, and a small office lay beyond. A few faces turned towards the new entry. Argrave walked in, looking around the room. It was an office and a library in one, and a big round table occupied the center of the room. Many documents were splayed out across the table. Argrave recognized them—they were from the druid’s camp.

Barring Nikoletta and Elias, there were two people present that Argrave did not recognize. This was something that had scarcely happened to him since arriving in Berendar. Most of the civilians in Mateth were untouched by the Veidimen invasion, but the military and leadership were mostly killed. If these two were here, it meant that they had probably died before the game began.

The man at the head of the table was of an average build. He bore a set of gilded armor bearing a blue swordfish at the front, so Argrave recognized him as Duke Enrico of Monticci. Argrave placed him at his early fifties. He had blue hair and the same dark pink eyes Nikoletta had. His hair was wavy and well-groomed, and his beard was trimmed to a sharp point. He was still quite handsome by Argrave’s estimation. A veritable silver fox.

The other was a gruff-looking knight with a scar-lined face. His head was shaved bald. He stepped forward, placing himself between Duke Enrico and Argrave.

The Duke scanned Argrave, head tilted to peer at him from behind the knight. “This is your friend, Nikoletta?”

“Yes, it is.” Nikoletta crossed her arms and nodded.

Argrave wanted to comment that her answer had changed since they first spoke, but he kept quiet.

The Duke continued. “He’s a tall one. Taller than the king, even.” He tapped the table. “Step aside, Knight-Commander Ryger.”

“Duke,” the knight obeyed quickly, taking his place at the table. The doors shut behind Argrave.

“My daughter has been relaying what you’ve told her the past few days,” Duke Enrico started. His voice was calm and steady, with a certain business-like quality to it. “Your information was supported by what you brought with you, and my men retrieved some of the bodies in that camp of… what was the word…”

“Druids,” Argrave supplied.

“Yes. Druids.” The Duke stared at him. “Nikoletta may not question where your information comes from. I, however, am greatly concerned by how you know so much. You knew things occurring in my territory before I did. How did you come to know about this camp of druids?”

Elias turned his head to look at Argrave after the duke had spoken. Clearly he was interested in the answer too.

The knight-commander walked beside Argrave, coming uncomfortably close. He was a fair bit shorter than Argrave, but probably much heavier. Argrave smiled at him, keeping his feet firm.

“Information gathering is one of my strengths,” Argrave answered. “I talk to a lot of people. I walk around a lot. I do things—favors—for people. You can learn a lot if you have time and an open-mind.”

Argrave essentially described what ‘quests’ were in an RPG. Indeed, he had learned most of the game through quests, so it was not a lie. One of the key parts of being convincingly deceptive was learning to deceive oneself.

Ryger looked dissatisfied by Argrave’s answer. The Duke pressed more. “That is not specific. Who, or what, gave you the information?”

Nikoletta grabbed his arm. “Father, please don’t do this.”

The Duke did not look at Nikoletta to respond. “You are too trusting. Thwarting schemes requires considerable caution, and plenty seek to undermine our Dukedom, Nikoletta.”

“You are too paranoid,” Nikoletta shot back. “Argrave could have made us go to war with Parbon, but he chose to risk himself.”

matter. This

on a moment,” Argrave interrupted. “If I know you, Duke Enrico, you were already planning on rallying soldiers

stared for a moment. Somehow, he made dark pink eyes seem fierce. He had a stare that could make

that matters,” Argrave continued. “Those documents alone should set you on edge. They document your troops better than you do, I

case, you are right. Preparation has never undone anyone. On that note… several people have described that battle

his head. “Yesterday I was. Today, not

from Elias and Nikoletta. Elias’ eyes widened, but Nikoletta burst out, “You

I’m a lot better now. No more shivering. Either way, me being C-rank doesn’t matter, as I haven’t had the time to learn any C-rank spells beyond [Wargfire]. I don’t think I will

The Duke nodded. “You strategized for

“Yes,” Argrave confirmed.

on what the snow

pointed his thumb at the knight-commander Ryger. The man’s face deepened into a frown, but he did

am asking yours. I prefer to strategize myself. A hobby of mine,

“Well, has Nikoletta told

we

they’re more experienced, they have detailed information about your capabilities, and their warriors are physically larger.

“Ebonice?” the Duke repeated.

they lose purpose and generally shatter immediately—especially wards. It comes from their region, so they have a lot of it, naturally. My guard

in training,” the knight-commander said, speaking for the first

with battle experience? Many of these Veidimen are old—hundreds of years old, in fact, with as many battles under their belt. Their

the maps on the table.

disadvantage is that they are at sea,” Argrave stepped forward, walking past Ryger and Elias to stand over the map. “Their longships will try and land on unfortified locations so that their troops can disembark. Hiding traps in the water would be effective—pikes hidden underwater along the coast would force

daughter mentioned how you thought they might deploy their mages…” the Duke

discussing what he thought and the Duke refining the ideas. Like this, Argrave integrated seamlessly into the battle planning. The morning

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earth elemental magic as a siege weapon?” The duke pressed, pointing to

wall, only you need mages to deconstruct the platform. They would have to

they use it on the wall

Mateth are enchanted. That

too much,”

“Look at that. It’s near midday. Galamon must be back by now,

seems he didn’t want

things of my own to

“What things?”

and a tired-looking man stumbled into the room. Argrave looked

forward, handing a note to the Duke. “Margrave Reinhardt’s knights

forward and took the note before the messenger could deliver

said. “It’s