Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 133
Mistress Crislia, the Lord of Gold. Though Argrave was embarrassed by his lack of knowledge of Titus, he knew plenty about the master of Aurum, the golden tower on the outside of Sethia. The knowledge came from facing her as an enemy, though—the player could only ever collaborate with Cyprus, and Aurum and Argent would always be one’s enemies were that the case.
The Crislia Argrave knew was narcissistic and greedy. She didn’t lack for ambition, both for spiritual and physical matters. She would constantly try and expand both her physical wealth and her Vessel by Draining people, sacrificing their souls to Fellhorn—typically, both would expand at the same time. She was fond of forcing merchants to infract so she could both seize their wealth and their soul.
“What did you wish to discuss about Sethia?” Argrave inquired, making no move to proceed further into the room towards the three elven Vessels across from him.
“Brium’s speech, heretical though it may be, did resonate with me,” Crislia said, crossing one leg over the other. Her gold ankle bracelets rattled against each other, metallic rings echoing about the room like muted windchimes. “Even if he is misguided.”
Argrave took a breath, and nodded slowly, reminding himself to play the part of a loyalist. “Brium speaks a lot of sense, I find.”
“True. The southern tribals—they are unruly beasts, obsessed with war and glory and honor. The fools are utterly unable to set aside grudges,” she criticized condescendingly. “Well, those tribals still resisting, anyhow. Most beneath our banner have been brought to heel.”
“Someone should do something about that,” Argrave commented, reflecting Brium’s sentiments outwardly.
“And that is just the point.” Crislia leaned forward against her crossed legs, very obviously trying to make use of her sex appeal. Anneliese frowned and glanced at Argrave but calmed quickly when she saw his stoic face. “I tried to broach the subject with Quarrus, but the Lord of Silver cannot be reasoned with. Despite being the one who suffered the raid from the tribals, he is adamant we stay our course.”
Argrave felt an uncomfortable inkling. “It sounds to me as though you’re coming to view things as Brium does.”
She did not confirm it, but from Crislia’s expression alone Argrave knew he was right. “I cannot very well approach his tower in the open. As such, I have deigned to come to you—a mercenary, largely free of prying eyes.” She leaned back. “I wish for you to tell Brium this: if he surrenders to me, I will collaborate with him, and be the herald of the flood he so desires to wash away the southern tribals in the mountains.”
“Surrenders how?” Argrave tilted his head.
“If he becomes my vassal,” she spread her arms out. “It is only the natural course of things. Gold has always stood far above the likes of silver and copper.”
Argrave nodded slowly. “And what of Argent?”
“A city must have a firm central power to properly shepherd the ignorant into doing what is good for them,” she said with a smile. “I will tolerate no other to contest my power. Quarrus has already proven… disagreeable.” She leaned back further, crossing her arms. “Have you more questions, or will you deliver the message?”
Argrave hesitated for but a moment, then gave a quick nod. “I’ll get this to him.”
“Excellent,” she said, rising to her feet. “I will leave you, then.”
past, her two other companions eyeing Argrave as they moved past. Titus was the last to
at it. The Brumesingers, as though summoned, lowered themselves from Argrave’s clothes and started to prance about the room, playing. Their fur seemed a little darker than before, faintly tan. The souls of the dead were abundant in this
a
dislike that woman. Argrave,
Argrave interrupted her. “And it’s walked right into our hands. A lot of the uncertainty—whether or not the southern tribals are capable of fighting the Vessels, whether or not I’ll be caught
group, and whatever Anneliese had
his three party members. “We could stroll into Argent and pluck that heart freely.
staring down at Argrave. Anneliese
owe these people nothing. You’re no hero. You aren’t a savior. Stay in the good graces of the
stayed silent, and so Garm
southern tribals and all of the Vessels are purged from this city, their new fledgling government would be of no help to you. They’re small, insignificant, and with manifold enemies
veritably snarled, turning his face to the
up, raising his hand. His eyes were bright with epiphany. “Did you get
muffled from beneath Galamon’s
us that these Vessels don’t see people as people at all. Gratefulness, reciprocation—those words aren’t in their diction.” Argrave stepped around. “Long-term, neither the tribals nor the Vessels seem like good options. Ungrateful pricks, one and all. Might sound like I’m being mean, but it’s true. I’ve
watching Argrave as he
life—hell, most of them we’ve seen have an active interest in Draining people’s souls.” Argrave paused, pivoting on his heel to face his party once again. “It’ll be easier and safer
mean nothing to you? Don’t be
the right thing,” Argrave
you die later, there’ll be
He spread his arms out. “The whole point of being powerful is
are a maddening
“Every time I look in my mirror, it tells me I’m intelligent. That’s a fact, strangely enough,” he shook his head. “Brium and Crislia are going to have an unfortunate miscommunication. Aurum and Argent will proceed onwards as they have been, and attempt to wipe Cyprus off the map. Then, in the ensuing battle, they’re going to be
a question,” Anneliese raised her hand. “An observation, though, and a
gestured towards
she said with certainty. “I gleaned that from his wandering gaze, and his mental state. As for my theory regarding that…” she hesitated, a bit
there in silence for a minute. He thought back to the journey, and to the man’s mannerisms—he had been very generous and pleasant company. His lack of prominence in Argrave’s
an attempt to be nicer to him and win his favor. When they had spotted
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