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 is

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

seem fierce. He had

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

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,

head. “Yesterday I was.

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

Argrave rebutted. “Besides, 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

Duke nodded. “You strategized for

“Yes,” Argrave confirmed.

have thoughts on what the snow elves

The man’s face deepened into a frown, but he did not

am asking yours. I prefer to strategize myself. A hobby

has Nikoletta told

we are hopelessly

outnumbered, they have Ebonice in large amounts, they’re more experienced, they have detailed information about your capabilities, and their warriors are physically

“Ebonice?” the Duke repeated.

for a time, but they lose purpose and generally shatter

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

under their belt. Their leader, Patriarch Dras, conquered all of the other

table. “Then tell me; what

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 them to jump into the water and swim to shore. I needn’t explain

how you thought they might deploy their

conversation continued, Argrave discussing what he thought and the Duke refining the ideas. Like this, Argrave integrated seamlessly

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a siege weapon?” The duke pressed, pointing to

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

it on the wall

of Mateth are enchanted. That can’t

do know too much,” the

stretching and looking out the windows. “Look at that. It’s near midday. Galamon must be back by now, surely… well, if that’s

the duke inquired harshly. It seems he didn’t want Argrave to

things of my own to

“What things?”

man stumbled into the room. Argrave looked at

to the Duke. “Margrave Reinhardt’s knights were attacked. House Parbon has

stepped forward and took the note before the

said. “It’s tough, always being right