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.”

is one matter. This

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

pink eyes seem fierce. He had a stare that could

or why—none of that matters,” Argrave continued. “Those documents alone should set you on edge. They document your troops better than you do, I suspect. I know more than I should, and you

of information.” The Duke paused, running a hand across his beard. “But, in this case, you are right. Preparation has never undone anyone. On that note… several people have described that battle you had with the druids. Most called it a massacre, yet you

his head. “Yesterday I

statement elicited a reaction from Elias and Nikoletta. Elias’ eyes widened, but Nikoletta burst out, “You said you were going

me being C-rank doesn’t matter, as I haven’t had the time

strategized for the attack on

“Yes,” Argrave confirmed.

on what the snow elves

at the knight-commander Ryger. The man’s face deepened into a frown, but

have asked his thoughts, and now I am asking yours. I prefer to

has Nikoletta told you what I

we are hopelessly

amounts, they’re more experienced, they have detailed information about your capabilities, and their warriors

“Ebonice?” the Duke repeated.

generally shatter immediately—especially wards. It comes from their region, so they have

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

are old—hundreds of years old, in fact, with as many battles under their belt. Their leader, Patriarch Dras, conquered all of the other tribes of the region. Their magic isn’t at all lacking compared to

maps on the table. “Then tell me;

and land on unfortified locations so that their troops can disembark. Hiding traps in the water would be

mentioned how you thought they

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

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siege weapon?” The duke pressed, pointing to a diagram of Mateth’s

only you need mages to deconstruct the platform. They would have to build it like stairs so as not to make it crumble, and that sort of magic is very costly. The

it on the wall

walls of Mateth are enchanted. That

do know too much,”

at that. It’s near midday. Galamon must be back by now, surely… well,

It seems he

of

“What things?”

tired-looking man stumbled into the room. Argrave looked at the

lord,” the man said, huffing. “This just arrived.” He stepped forward, handing a note to the Duke. “Margrave Reinhardt’s knights were attacked. House Parbon has sent missives to all the nobles in Vasquer, seeking support in overthrowing

forward and took the note before the messenger could

you it was coming,” Argrave said. “It’s tough, always being