Jackal Among Snakes

“I can handle it,” Durran suggested, raising one hand up.

“What?” Argrave asked.

The four members of Argrave’s party sat in one of their rooms, two of them with Humorless masks donned. A few empty bottles lay around—though it did look suspiciously like alcohol, they were the potions Argrave had demanded Galamon brew to give his party more disease resistance. Mina had yet to wake up, but Argrave intended to speak with her about something, too.

“You want your big brother Magnus to croak some info about the big bad evil—it so happens this is an interest of mine. If he really does have a god whispering in his ear, I’m sure I can figure it out,” he suggested, entwining his gray wyvern scale gauntleted hands.

“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Argrave frowned, tilting his head in disbelief.

“Hey, if you don’t want me to, say ‘no.’ I’ll get in line. I don’t want to be stepping on any toes with that damned maniac wandering about. You see the way he crushed that poor girl’s head?”

Argrave nodded and looked to the ground.

“At least Drezki died the way she wanted,” Galamon said, his arms crossed.

Argrave looked to him, frowning.

“No one can call her a coward, fighting against that man as boldly as she did,” he concluded further, closing his eyes.

Argrave nodded in agreement, but he found himself thinking of the scene once again and shook his head.

He focused back on the matter at hand—Durran’s suggestion. He mulled over the matter, biting as his lip as he thought, then continued, “You have to keep in mind this is just a suspicion of mine, not a confirmed fact,” Argrave held his hand out and pointed at Durran.

“Which is why you’re asking me to confirm it,” Durran nodded, looking at Argrave like he was slow. “That’s kind of how ‘confirming’ works, you realize. When you’re uncertain, you—"

“Don’t get all cute about it,” Argrave held out his hands to stifle Durran, which made the golden-tattooed tribal laugh. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Durran shrugged as he shook his head.

“Very encouraging,” Argrave furrowed his brows.

“I’m resourceful,” Durran held both of his hands out. “Look, if you don’t think I can, just say ‘no,’ and this matter’s closed, Argrave. You don’t need to collapse any more towering pieces of architecture to keep me in line.”

Argrave lowered his head, rubbing his chin as he thought about the matter. Certainly, Durran was a main character in ‘Heroes of Berendar.’ The player always did all kinds of ridiculously obscure investigation quests without much issue, which said something about all of the characters and their resourcefulness.

Even excluding ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ Durran had proven himself. Despite Argrave’s compunctions about the matter with the Margrave’s wyvern, the fact remained it worked out well.

Argrave lifted his head and said decisively, “I’ll allow it. But first—you’ll have to hear everything I know about Magnus so that you can act easier, make no mistakes, that sort of thing.”

Durran lounged back. “I’m sure you just want an excuse to talk more, but fine.”

on Silvic, make sure she’s settled in without issue, and then… I’ll have a conversation

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from Argrave and Anneliese. They sat at a dining table in an abandoned part of the keep, largely alone. Anneliese’s Starsparrow ate magic seeds off the table before them, and the elven woman played with the creature idly. Argrave’s Brumesingers still slept, nestled in his gray duster. All of them sat within

off doing his thing. Argrave couldn’t deny that he was worried. It might be Durran decides that

the idea didn’t seem such a poor one, provided it never linked back to

I don’t want to, doing things I don’t want to do, and then

a spoiled brat in fewer words,” she

that mask on tight. They weren’t cheap,

been caught doing something bad, and then said, “I just

Mina quickly put the Humorless Mask back

the white solemn mask. “Why don’t you wear one? You got so sick so

placed his hands on the table. “We talked about this. I’m Black Blooded, now.

her

took off his glove, then took a small splinter off the table to draw some blood. Mina cocked her head back, a little shocked. Blood started to drip out. It was very dark

Anneliese said exasperatedly, then healed his finger in

“If you drank this, some of your magic would replenish, you

don’t do something like that to prove a point,” Mina said

as a jest, before he realized present company might take that poorly. Ultimately, he wiped the blood away and said,

was more talking about the fact people find it difficult

journey,” he said simply. He saw Galamon nod in

a time with complex emotions shining through even despite the mask, then shook her head to dismiss errant thoughts. “Well, enough. We can finally talk about why

she put her hair back into a half-crown braid,

a funny question. It sort of tailors into what I wanted to talk to you

anticipation. “So you know why he’s there? I knew talking

cheek, feeling the conversation had become all the more difficult. “Well… to put

face darkened. “Oh,”

“Oh,” Argrave repeated.

her hands on the table,

straightened his back. “What

stop the plague,”

think of it, you said that you

The more I stayed by her side, the more I learned. She conscripted me for some things, you see. She’ll be the greatest head of House Monticci there ever has been,” Mina said proudly. “She had to deal with refugees from the Veidimen invasion—I just applied some of those

a glance at Anneliese as she spoke of the Veidimen invasion. He shelved that observation and focused on

might be…” Argrave began, biting his

Anneliese suggested as she finished her half-crown

might not know much about Induen being from that

in the south—I can attest to that as much as you can, probably. Between the warmer