Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave stared out beyond the hedge maze. He was just tall enough to see over the well-trimmed bushes. Night had fallen, bathing Count Delbraun’s estate in pearly moonlight. The wind had grown colder yet, and Argrave was glad of the golden fur lining his lapel and collar. He pulled his gloves a bit tighter and turned around, watching the last of his company for the banquet take their seats. Count Delbraun sat at one end of the table, back straight as an arrow.

They had moved to a marble terrace just beside the banquet hall. An abundance of greenery made it quite the secluded place, though the plants were kept well enough that the privacy appeared deliberate. The tables and chairs were a gray stone and had been marked with hand-carved floral designs.

Argrave pulled back the chair opposite Delbraun, taking his place at the head of the table. His gaze quickly jumped between Elaine, Stain, Elias, and Helmuth, finally landing at the Count. The man reminded Argrave of Duke Enrico, somewhat—a cold, business-like atmosphere, though Delbraun seemed to lack what little warmth the Duke had.

“To begin with, I’d like to thank you for giving us your time,” Argrave began amiably.

Delbraun stared at Argrave in silence, only blinking and waiting. Stain tapped his nails against the stone table, biting his lips in the quiet terrace. Elias seemed to wish desperately to interject, but he only watched Argrave, eyes pleading.

Being met with all the response a statue might offer, Argrave shifted in his seat. Delbraun was not especially involved in ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ so it was difficult to get an accurate bead on his personality. The player had but a few brief interactions, most of which were insubstantial. In the game, he had remained neutral with Elbraille until the war was all but finished. That told Argrave only of caution.

Argrave tilted his head, meeting Delbraun’s gaze. “Perhaps you would like me to skip the niceties and get to the point, Count Delbraun.”

This got more reaction, but only just—the Count raised an eyebrow.

“Doubtless you’re curious about why Elias would come here. He has no good reason to accept your invitation, ostensibly.” Argrave leaned forward and laid his arms on the table. “I’ll lay it out plainly. This civil war is rather concerning. With Mateth crippled as it is, Jast stands to be the primary military power at the edge between the north and the south.”

The Count held up a hand, a spell matrix swirling about. Argrave knew the Count was a B-rank mage, and so tensed, prepared to move at but a moment’s notice. Looking at the spell, Argrave quickly deduced it was a warding spell. A bubble expanded outwards, enveloping them.

“Some letters of mine were missing,” Delbraun’s gaze fell on Stain. “Something would come of it, I knew.”

“Ahah,” Argrave laughed awkwardly. “I hope you won’t pay that any mind. A necessary act.”

“Is your intent to coerce me, Argrave of Vasquer?” Delbraun’s orange eyes switched back to Argrave, not a hint of fear on his expression despite his words. “You bring an S-rank spellcaster into my domain. As a mage, you can’t be ignorant that people would take notice of a veritable monster walking about. You arrive at my banquet unannounced. If you do intend to coerce…” he closed his eyes and shook his head. “…Imprudent.”

Elias reacted strongly to the word ‘coerce,’ adjusting in his seat and looking urgently to Argrave. Perhaps contrary to Elias’ desires, though, Argrave did not immediately deny it.

course that’s against the best interest of

ambiguous, and deliberately so on Argrave’s part. ‘The realm’

Count took a deep breath and exhaled,

wrong term for this.” Argrave held his hands out, open-palmed. “You stand at

benefits thrust upon them by King Felipe III. As of now, you obey the words of your liege, unheeding of the righteousness of the situation. I cannot fault you for this—you swore an oath of fealty, and you are a man of honor.” Argrave gestured towards Delbraun, expression serious. “Elias, however, has a

believe it would be in everyone’s best interest to forge a

the tension in his face fell. He

Jast is five centuries old. We are the oldest house in Vasquer, barring the royal family itself. Over centuries, this place rose from a barren wasteland of black stone into a city of magic famed across the realm.

others in this land of dense magic, my house learned well when to fight and when to endure. Powers great and small all fell, but when the king chose a Count of

honor and righteousness, you’d eschew your duty to your people to retain your position?” Argrave criticized. The words were mostly for show—Delbraun’s resistance

“Vasquer has ruled for 872 years. The realm has only prospered during this time, growing and

is ruthless and uncompromising, sowing misery where he treads.

shook his head. “I bear the title of Count only

At this, he fails miserably—indeed, he actively harms your people and your realm in vainglorious grasps at power to strengthen House Vasquer.” Argrave leaned in, entwining his hands. “Nothing is black and white, Count Delbraun, but do you recall a history where a villain won? Never, considering who writes it.”

back and forth slowed for a moment as each stared the other down. Finally, Delbraun asked,

was tempted to confess that things looked dire without Jast’s aid or neutrality, but doing so would damage his position in

of it. The people will, though. Your soldiers, your civilians… they’ll bear the brunt.” Argrave pursed his lips. “I stopped

Parbon cannot protect their own. Word came today that five men under prince Induen stormed a castle and killed its lord. This was in House Parbon’s territory no less.”

saying, “An assassin can achieve much if the

he’d cultivated at the beginning of the conversation, staring at Argrave. His gaze was lost in deliberation, and

into support. The Duke fears reprisal on account of being so close to the bulk of Vasquer’s power, and Vasquer has leveraged that fear well with minute rewards.” Argrave shook his head as though disappointed. “I believe that, in times like these, it is a vassal’s place

the table. “The Order of the Gray Owl presently maintains its politically neutral stance under the leadership of Master Castro. Individual mages, however, are

did not look at Elaine,

of Jast. I am well aware there exists some hostility between the two of you,” he pointed two fingers at each of them. “Elias, though, is rather impressed by his talents. Should this betrothal occur, perhaps Veladrien might, as a show of good faith, renounce

splitting his stern demeanor for the first time in the