Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave adjusted the white fur coat over his leather gear, covering himself well. He had no mirror to look at himself in, so he briefly looked down and examined himself. He rapped his knuckles against the bronze hand mirror in his breast pocket, and then turned to the door. Anneliese stepped forward, handing him a simple brown cane.

Argrave took it and set it against the ground, grinding it against the wood to test it. “Thank you. Let’s not leave the Patriarch waiting, even if he so graciously decreed we could come at our leisure.”

Anneliese nodded, and she pushed open the door, gesturing for Argrave to proceed. He brushed his hair back with a gloved hand, and then proceeded down the hallway of the local chief’s residence. Anneliese soon joined by his side, having no issue keeping up with his slow pace.

“Come to think of it, I don’t even know what this city is called,” Argrave commented as they walked.

“Katla,” Anneliese answered. “It is the largest port for both raids and fishermen. When the winter is cruel, some warriors sail out to the sea in search of settlements to raid. Of course, now that Veiden has been united, it is the natural place for a fleet to harbor.”

The two came to the set of stairs. Argrave grit his teeth and proceeded downwards slowly, the cane clicking ever so slowly. When he reached the bottom, he felt a small sense of accomplishment. He pressed forward down the main hall and soon pushed open the main doors. Light reflecting off the white snow blinded him, and he shielded his eyes as they adjusted.

As the scene spread out before him, Argrave found his eyes darting from place to place, taking in his surroundings. Snow elves worked at pushing away snow from the windows and doors. Near the partially snow-buried walls of the city, a group of hunters worked at skinning a gargantuan white cat. One hunter held open its mouth, while another pulled free the crystalline teeth decorating its jaw.

Elsewhere, a great deal of snow elves sat on the ground, holding chunks of raw Ebonice in their hands. They used a chisel and hammer to chip away at it, refining it into axe blades. When they were finished, they would hand it to another person, who attached it to a firm dark wooden stick.

Fish and meat were hung up to dry, while butchers chopped fresh meat and doused it with sea salt to preserve it. Everyone walking about was wearing some amount of fur to keep themselves warm. The vast majority of those wandering were warriors. There was a clear tension in the air—an uncertainty, especially when they saw Argrave. Doubtless everyone had heard the rumor of the mortal agent of Erlebnis. He was the only human here.

“Argrave?” asked Anneliese, puzzled by his pause.

“Ah.” Argrave gathered himself. “Sorry. Simply enjoying a new sight, a new culture. It’s one thing to read what little anecdotes exist of Veiden in Berendar. It is another to be there, in person, experiencing it. Frankly, I had thought I would be speaking to Patriarch Dras when he came to Berendar, not the other way around. Didn’t expect to render unto him. I quite like it.”

Argrave proceeded onwards, feet sinking into the snow alongside his cane. It took a great deal of effort to walk through snow, and so he slowed his pace so as not to overexert himself.

“Much of Veiden is inarable, yeah?” Argrave asked Anneliese. “Your primary sources of food are meat and fish for those reasons.”

“Yes. Even with earth magic to till the fields, crops refuse to grow, as though the land is cursed. Legends say that druidic magic was made for that reason. In recent years, though, Patriarch Dras has found ways to circumvent the poor land. We take hardy seeds from the human continent, and we sow them atop graveyards. There is no lack of dead in Veiden.”

Argrave nodded. “When you’ve got frozen soil and ornery creatures like that kitty over there rampaging about, it isn’t difficult to see why you turned to invasion, either.” Argrave kept his gaze on the white cat. “Out of curiosity, what do your parents do?”

“My father is dead. He was a hunter, but he died in battle when Patriarch Dras united the tribes. My mother is still young and she helps craft clothes of fur where she can, but she grows sick frequently. My younger sister is taking care of her.”

I thought Rowe mentioned she was born outside of Veiden… Argrave deliberated on whether to bring that up, but he did not wish to be inconsiderate.

“I’m sorry about your father,” Argrave said after pausing in the road. “I don’t mean to pry, but do you resent Dras for that?”

persists and allows us to survive, despite the environment; the tribe is more important than

and personal happiness. Putting a nation before a person… it was a foreign mindset. Maybe it was necessary in

My duty is dealing with Gerechtigkeit

me of human society sometime,” Anneliese interrupted his thoughts. “Knights

smiled. “I certainly can.” He paused. “Although, I have to return to Berendar

his answer, she did not show it, answering quickly, “I assumed as much.” She caught Argrave’s sleeve,

effect he had as the purported ‘mortal agent of Erlebnis’ was quite astonishing. He would be sure to use this card in the future. Hopefully, he wouldn’t awake one morning to a long-armed creature

guards said, pushing open the door and dipping his head slightly in

them. Ahead, Dras sat at a desk, holding a quill above some

greeted, setting his quill aside

Such is the power

the worst headache I’ve had in years. Maybe the worst headache ever. I was the primary proponent of this invasion, rousing the

Argrave paused, lowering his head. “Or will I need to

locked onto Argrave. “You are awfully bold. Even the best of my warriors and mages do not speak

one thing I am, it’s honest,” Argrave lied, glad that Anneliese was not

Patriarch clicked his tongue. “You should thank Rowe. He was so desperate to prove you wrong, he tried every method he could think of to poke a hole in what you had

“So this means…?”

obvious,” Dras said, rubbing his eyes. “The

or maybe a lottery. His body shook a

Argrave said aloud. “The fruits

be sitting pretty with the

“As far as I’m concerned, the invasion is merely delayed in the wake of the Tenebrous Reaper, Gerechtigkeit. We

for. Even being neutral is a great boon,” Argrave

will continue as planned. If Gerechtigkeit manifests on Berendar, as seems to be the case, it will be convenient to have the armies land at a safe port.” Dras leaned back in his chair, watching

You’re still going to

nodded intently. “Regardless of the outcome, the invasion will cease. I will leave things in the hand of Veid. Let

second. “But that’s just a

relent to. It serves as a demonstration that the choice isn’t merely cold feet. I suspect

with brows furrowed, running the scenario in his head.

if Veiden did seize Mateth. They are my staunchest allies, and their forces are among the strongest in the game. I could use their might for future conflicts. The populace within Mateth was never badly affected by the invasion

that German Shepherd, Elias? Even if it only has been a brief

of doing so. He could not explain the situation, and even if he could, he

free