Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave and Galamon sat around a campfire, engaging with the Stonepetal Sentinels. One Sentinel seemed to be recounting a story, and Argrave was asking him questions. Though there was a cautious distance between the two parties, there was also an undeniable curiosity from both—by all accounts, an engaging conversation.

Meanwhile, though, far out of either’s sight, something else was happening.

Alasdair leaned on a table with his arms crossed, standing just across from a woman who examined a long piece of parchment with spell light. The woman was old, with wrinkled skin and thinning gray hair, all concealed by robes bearing a rose on the shoulder. They were in a tent that had been enveloped by a ward to block out any would-be listeners.

“The lords of Blackridge Citadel were the Tullens. Even the minor nobles in the regions—the castellan, the treasurer, et cetera… none of them were named Blackgard, Alasdair,” the old woman looked up at the Master Sentinel.

Alasdair sighed, then kneaded his forehead. “Is there even a noble house with the name ‘Blackgard’ affiliated with the Order?”

“These records aren’t perfect, but they’re just about so. ‘Blackgard’ was never a house associated with the Order of the Rose.”

“Slippery bastard. Had everyone under his thumb the whole time. Played us like an instrument, now I’ll string him like one…” Alasdair muttered. “Thank you, Jean.”

“What will you do with him?”

“Confine him. Find out why he’s here, why he knows so much about the Stonepetal Sentinels, and… after that, I’m unsure. Depends on what he says. We’ll probably confiscate his things. Both he and that female servant of his have items worth at least a year’s supply.”

“Those two are both mages,” Jean contributed. “The she-elf is probably B-rank, judging by how much magic she has. Argrave, or whatever his real name might be, is likely C-rank.”

“What about the big snow elf?” Alasdair pressed.

“A warrior alone. You’d know better than me about his skills,” she shook her head.

“Alright. Thank you.” Alasdair leaned off the table, walking about the tent. “We’ll gather some people before they fall asleep. Veterans, mages... all our men are here, and I’ll take no chances. Can’t be sure what these people want. I’ll be sure they rue this deception, though.”

“Acting without the approval of the other Master Sentinels?” Jean clicked her tongue. “You’re taking liberties with the leader gone, Alasdair. I thought you were the honest one.”

“You know as well as I do that Claude would do the same were he here,” Alasdair refuted passively. “We’ll keep them engaged, make sure they feel welcome. It’s important we find out why they’re here, and who sent them, if anyone. Claude would agree with me.”

Jean rolled up the parchment. “Not my place to argue. I’ll return to the ladies' tents, gather some spellcasters to help.”

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fort in front of the Low Way of the Rose was deathly dark. In one of the tents closest to the walls,

the work in his hands—maintaining his armor—and watching the outside. He continued like this

stop, his eyes focused solely on the night beyond. He watched for a time, body completely still, and then put the gauntlet he had been cleaning back on his hand. He stood and moved to Argrave,

light sleeper, woke immediately. He mumbled

“Be quiet,” Galamon insisted.

the effect of, ‘Is

in surprise. “A lot of people moving

tunnel,” Argrave dismissed, too tired for a

them last night?” Galamon said sternly. “They’re

thinking. “You don’t

do if I wanted to capture potentially dangerous people without casualties,”

the gun?” Argrave asked,

frowned. “Do you know

shook his head as though to jolt himself awake. “Alright. Alright.” He pulled out of

to the tent flap, watching outside. Argrave looked around frantically. “Already dressed, everything’s packed…” He took a deep breath. “Okay, what

wrong?” Anneliese asked, sitting

“Our hosts seem to

a caved-in portion. Can’t sense any people blocking it. We move

it quickly turned into a headshake. “No, no… this won’t do. I don’t know what the

outside. “You’re thinking about this now? We have a

sneak in when they’re ready for us? Forget that. These guys are some of the best-equipped knights in the kingdom of Vasquer. It’d be ridiculous to even try. We have them unaware. They won’t be

instead we should rush past when they’re prepared to apprehend us?” Galamon’s voice held disdain. “Ridiculous. Cut your losses,

the wall until the base of the mountain. There is another collapsed portion there. We can enter right next to the entrance to the Low Way and walk the rest

point supported. Galamon questioned, “You’re sure there’s another collapsed portion near the base of the

from her sleeping bag. “While Argrave was speaking to the Stonepetal Sentinels, I was examining the walls and the tunnel.

That’s enough for me,” Argrave said eagerly. “Galamon, you have

will attract attention. I will lead you two

his mind

things of theirs remained unpacked back in their bags. Soon enough, the tent was left with only their sleeping bags on the grass, and Argrave put the backpack over his shoulder. He checked

and followed. He could hear nothing beyond the sounds of his companions and his own feet hitting the ground, and the night was so dark he could

his hair moved. Realizing this might be the last time he felt open air for a long, long while, he felt another

the wall as it winded, taking quiet yet quick steps. With the wall to guide them, Argrave felt some confidence