Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave walked into the branch of the Order in Jast with long, confident strides, though he had to admit that he felt rather isolated without his two companions shadowing him inside. They were just outside, waiting patiently. Provided Castro sold Argrave’s proposition well, Anneliese would be given membership to the Order of the Gray Owl soon enough.

The Jast branch of the Order was quite a grand place in comparison to the one in Mateth. It occupied one of the taller towers in Jast. The black interior was just as grim and dour as the rest of the city, though it was brightly lit by magic lamps. At the center of the room, there was a large spire, a round desk circling around it with many attendants sitting behind. The spire was hollow, and there was one entrance at the front of it.

This place lacked stairs just as the Tower of the Gray Owl, and so the central spire housed those floating platforms of stone that would raise one from one floor to the others. They were the only way to move upwards in the tower.

He stepped to the desk, and the attendant craned her neck to look up at Argrave’s face.

“Hello, sir,” the woman said somewhat meekly. Argrave didn’t recognize her, so she must not have been important.

“I have an inquiry,” Argrave began without pleasantries, removing the circlet on his head that disguised his features. He stowed it away in his satchel bag and continued, “Has the tower sent any notices regarding the library and an individual by the name of ‘Argrave?’”

“Oh,” she said quickly, taken aback. “Um… yes, they have. Is that…?”

“That’s me, yes,” Argrave said with a small smile. “So, then I have free rein of the library?” Argrave looked towards the central spire, preparing to enter.

“Hold on a moment…” she shuffled through various papers on the desk, and Argrave waited patiently. Eventually she pulled out a piece of a paper. “Apparently… your identity needs to be verified. We’ll use your magic signature… so, please empower your badge and stamp here.” She held out a piece of paper.

Argrave paused, then obeyed her directive, retrieving his Wizard’s badge. Hold a moment… they take this signature when you register as an Acolyte. Will this even work? What is a magic signature? Where does it come from?

Lacking options, Argrave could only shake his head and will some magic into his badge. It shone, then he lowered it and pressed it down on the backside where it was flat. Blackness spread out across the paper where he’d pressed like a blooming flower. After a moment, the attendant gestured towards him to pull it away, and he did so.

She compared it to another piece of paper, looking back and forth between the two meticulously. Argrave felt a little nervous. “Excellent,” she said finally, setting both pieces of paper down. “Then that’s done.”

“So, what, I get a library pass now?”

“Oh, um…” she paused, shuffling through more papers nervously. “Yes, I think… but I don’t think I can give you it… I think you have to get it from the Order branch manager, sir. I think that’s the case.” she said respectfully.

“You do a lot of thinking, it would seem,” Argrave noted sarcastically. “Can you take me there? Or at least think about it?”

chair. “Yes, I can

opened the desk’s door and walked out from behind it, leading Argrave to the central spire. She pressed on the interface at the side of it, and before long, a wide platform came down before them. She walked on, and Argrave followed after. Soon enough, he felt his feet lock just

desk attendant stared down at the ground, awkwardly silent the whole way. Argrave considered saying something, but then resigned himself to examining the other people moving about in the central spire. They were carried all the way to the top, and Argrave walked out first,

After a few seconds she came back out, ushering Argrave inside. He entered. There, a beautiful red-haired woman wearing gray robes waited at her desk. She had sharp features that gave one an impression of fierceness—narrow green eyes, low-resting brows, and seemingly

Argrave greeted cheerily. “Nice to see you. Here for my library card—got a few

smugglers and wizards, one had to be somewhat ruthless to rise to the position of branch manager, and Elaine certainly fit that bill. She was Rivien’s sister and a powerful

thereby trying to regain control of the conversation.

world am I famous in? I must’ve

spellcaster’s world, of course,” she said with

an autograph, I’ll agree with you. For now, I just want to get some books from the library

word… bibliophile,” she nodded, rising to her feet. She took something off her desk, but Argrave didn’t see what it was and it

he stopped himself. Considering her brother is Rivien, it may well be she learned from him… but… she doesn’t know I associated with her brother’s smugglers, and it’s been only a day. It’s unlikely she would’ve learned already. Considering her talk about my fame, it’s much more likely that she learned from other people in

Argrave shook his head after his correction. “I gave them all to Castro. I’m sure that’s

no,” she shook her head, walking closer while lifting her head to hold Argrave’s gaze. She was taller than most, but in front of Argrave near everyone was short. “People tell me you still have a great deal. An enviable amount,

Probably bluffing. Even if she’s

Elaine,” Argrave said while sighing. “People say that the crown prince eats puppies alive for breakfast. Do you believe

do have any druidic spellbooks and you wish to earn some significant money… you might lend them to me for a day or so. They’ll be returned to you, and you’ll be able to receive all of the credit and the

It bore an owl’s face in gold. Argrave reached out and took

only given to branch managers or the Masters of the Order, but Castro made

is there any update on whether my friend Anneliese will be given Order

deliberation at a later date. Now,

that shipment of illusion spellbooks—is it ready? I’m sure Castro mentioned this if he

was quite adept at hiding it. “The last of the books are arriving from the Tower tomorrow. Now, back to my offer,” she said quite

it even worth considering? She probably won’t offer enough money to make a difference, and I take an unnecessary risk. There’s no benefit to this

a wonderful proposition,” Argrave said, hiding the badge away. “But I cannot well knock on Castro’s door and demand back what I have already given to

held out her hand for a handshake. “Well. If you change your mind, my offer

if you offer to shine my shoes