Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave blinked open his eyes, staring up at the white ceiling above. He took a deep breath. His lungs felt back to working order, finally. He started to move and found his body happy to obey. He sat up, his head clear and everything in working order. He touched his chest, putting on a pondering expression.

Anneliese looked at him from where she sat at a table, reading a book. “You slept well,” she remarked.

Argrave ran his hand over his face. “Yeah… I guess I did. I feel pretty good, actually.” He turned to look at her. “Had a dream. Went to this barbecue place I always used to go to. You were there. Then it got weird,” Argrave shook his head.

“And you felt this was worth sharing?” Garm remarked.

Argrave turned his gaze to him. He had many choice retorts in mind, but what Anneliese had told him yesterday still stuck with him. He clasped his hands together and asked cheerily, “How are you doing, Garm?”

Garm could not move, but Argrave veritably saw him shrink away. “I’m… fine,” he responded awkwardly.

“That’s good. Sorry we couldn’t take you with last night,” he apologized. “I hope you understand why, at least.”

“…it’s fine,” he dismissed, closing his eyes so as not to look at Argrave. “Bunch of people eating, smacking their lips—wouldn’t want to be there, anyway.”

“Even still,” Argrave shook his head, then stood, setting aside the woolen blanket and grabbing his duster off a chair. “Where’s—”

The door opened, and Galamon ducked through.

“Speak of the devil,” Argrave said, throwing his duster on quickly.

“The sandstorm has cleared,” Galamon reported, and then slammed the door especially loudly.

Argrave furrowed his brows. “That’s good news, no? Something wrong?”

“…nothing,” he answered after a time.

Argrave looked to Anneliese, who returned his glance with an unspoken confirmation that something was indeed wrong.

“Right,” Argrave continued. “Well… we should find that merchant Tatia referred me to… his name was Titus, I believe.”

Anneliese shut her book, then came to her feet. “I shall get my things together.”

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Though Argrave didn’t wish to press Galamon as to what was bothering him, believing it might have something to do with his vampirism, Argrave found later that they did not need to ask.

When they made it to the central square, Argrave noticed there was a particularly large crowd around there. His first instinct was to avoid it, but curiosity drove him to see what they were gathering around. When he grew close alongside Anneliese and Galamon, he found it easy to look over the crowd of people ahead.

they were. They were many, numbering near fifty. He stared for a while, failing to discern what they

They were corpses.

what lay within. Their mouths had not a hint of saliva, and they had shrunk so small that they could not weigh more than fifty pounds, even the largest of them. The flesh fell away at points, revealing petrified organs or

anything. It was a vaguely disconcerting sight, but Argrave had been through the Low Way, and was not as fazed as badly

to Galamon, understanding what had made the elven vampire

them, earlier,” Galamon said. “I see, now, why you warned us against touching

longer and then move

Tatia smiled when she saw Argrave and moved forward. The crowd parted for her, and she came to stand

she greeted happily. “A

husks on the chairs, but Argrave

suspect. He sells much of the dye we use for clothes, so we interact on occasion,” she noted, touching her purple dress. “You were on your

right,” Argrave answered quietly with a nod. He looked

to. “Ah. The jails were beginning to grow full. I decided to clear them out, stop procrastinating. A terrible habit of

these people do?”

committed violence, some refused to pay their taxes, some dared to blaspheme against our Fellhorn… yet

the crowd—a red-robed woman. “…make them take Fellhorn unto themselves.” She pulled back the person’s sleeve, revealing a cross with four x’s on the tips etched in a strange, shimmering blue ink. It looked like the person had sapphires

they are not reminded of this… they think we do not.”

his lip for a second, not answering. Then, he slowly nodded.

nodded. “When you return from Argent, I would love to host you once more.

Argrave responded in

“Good luck

Mistress Tatia walked away.

as he stared at those husks. He turned back to Anneliese

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by. Their caravan was hauled by four dark brown camels over the sole stone road of the Burnt Desert. They wouldn’t be able to ride this thing the whole way, but it

noted, turning away from the black

nodded. Anneliese stayed

Argrave looked back out across the dunes. “Might’ve been for her citizens, but doubtless Tatia sought to give

and we will be treated fairly,

Both

answered without

not answer so

unable to accept they’ve lost, unable to embrace

of his cynicism. “Well, be that as it may, I can’t imagine I’d like to live under these people. Delphasium is probably the best among them to

be difficult to remove them from power. They are deeply entrenched, supported by legions of people, and are possessed of a strange magic beyond magic.” Anneliese tapped her finger against her temple as she thought. “And at the end of it, we receive the gratitude of a people who refuse to ask for

expecting

I think that it’s the smart thing to do. We should stay this course. Once you become Black