Jackal Among Snakes

There was a thin line between caution and paranoia. It was thin enough that Argrave lost sight of it completely. Maybe it was never tangible to begin with.

He felt half a fool as he wandered around Kin’s End, looking for any single person who might be a threat to him or his companions. He and Galamon scanned the building Induen stayed in from afar, checking for other people within or secret compartments where enemies might hide. They checked everywhere inside, and miles outside the town. And the conclusion?

This was likely the best circumstance he could encounter Induen.

He had only four guards—royal knights, and perhaps the finest quality in all Vasquer. All four were mages of B-rank, though low within the rank at best. Induen had not advanced to A-rank, and he was unarmored and unsupported. The only armed men in the town consisted of a militia, perhaps twenty, and all attended the wall. There were two attending Wizards of the Gray Owl, both of which manned an administrative center opposite where Induen stayed. The Tower was not accepting Acolytes at this date—they had no reason to man this place thoroughly. Even if they were Induen’s people… they were C-rank.

As that conclusion settled upon them, Argrave confronted the reality of what he was going to do. Though he spoke about putting an end to Induen permanently… the fact remained that it persisted in his mind like a dark cloud. Everything, from the irony of the town’s name to the fact he might become known as a kinslayer… it clung to him, pushing aside important thoughts.

After an hour of walking, thinking, searching… the bottom line came to him. Argrave had to face his fears for the good of the future.

He’d done it time and time again the past few months. This one, though… it felt markedly different. Maybe it was because he was premeditating a murder if he didn’t hear what he wanted to hear. Maybe it was because he had already faced Induen before and walked away with his teeth cut.

No answer came to his question as he took slow, steady steps towards the two golden-armored knights standing out front the quaint house that Prince Induen was waiting for him in. The knights caught sight of the three of them at once—Argrave, Durran, Anneliese. Galamon was elsewhere, his bow readied. Durran had the Ebonice axe. Everyone was ready for any outcome.

The knight’s eyes followed them from behind their gleaming golden plate helmets. Argrave took the lead, his finger rubbing against the enchanted ring that conjured B-rank wards just beneath his glove.

When Argrave stepped up, the two knights looked at him for a time before saying anything. He saw them focus on his eyes like they jewels then pass to his companions, evaluating.

“The prince is inside,” the royal knight on the left told Argrave.

“The bastard is outside,” Argrave returned.

The royal knight stared up at him, eyes steady.

“He’ll receive you now,” the right-side knight directed.

Argrave smiled. “You see, that’s the first mistake. Orion wouldn’t ‘receive’ me. No—I suppose that’s the second mistake. You left the windows unblocked.” His gaze jumped between the two of them. “I’m trying to recognize either of you. Were you there the last time Induen and I spoke? I can’t remember.”

Induen’s knights were so good at playing it straight that Argrave might’ve believed them if he had been bluffing.

The knight on the left side stepped forward. “You should go inside.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Argrave said plainly.

“Why would we care what you think?” the knight on the right side stepped forward in turn.

Argrave held his arms out. “Care to find out?”

He could practically feel the tension of his companions behind him, ready to fight. Argrave himself had all of his will focused on the ring around his finger, ready to conjure something at a moment’s notice.

looking up at him—Prince Induen, with his icy blue eyes and manufactured smile. Memories came back… and Argrave might have reacted to them, had there been

elaborate, somewhat ceremonial suit, with tassels of gold on the shoulders and gemstones for buttons. He had long sleeves. It was far from anything used for combat. Argrave studied his hands—three rings, no

the necklace. Assume he’s got plenty

my surprise. You…” he stared at Argrave’s eyes. “Orion

he could not blink. “I don’t like

eyes, and now you’ve ruined that with some… freakish things.” When a silence

somewhat surprised by the question—Induen didn’t

take

his

to draw a reaction from Induen. “There’s an old fountain just outside town. Dried up, but it’s

or Galamon… there might be other casualties. The prince was still in a residential district. If things weren’t clean, and Argrave and Anneliese start using B-rank spells, coupled with the royal knights… people might die. Induen or his royal knights might use people. Closer up, he could minimize

Induen only stood there, staring. His gaze jumped around. “This is that tribal… and your fiancée,” Induen noted, eyes landing on

holding his glaive like a walking stick at

for his

him, and Argrave watched them for a bit. Induen turned, walking backwards as if

was a grand, giant bowl that had once been

we’re here,” Argrave called out, standing a decent distance away from Induen as he sat on the edge of the

your armor. The one Orion had custom-made for your

caring little in light of

my magic signature,” Induen continued. “It petitioned father

Induen tilted his head back and smiled. “I’ve

thought of what this meant. “Usually you hit me before

arms. “I made… a mistake,” he said hesitantly. “I

He hadn’t expected to win any ground with

beginning… I was led about by the nose,”

Argrave frowned. “By whom?”

ventured. “It all started with her, didn’t it? She probably gave me Foamspire precisely intending I give it to you. She constantly stoked my anger against you. Yet now… she got

frowned. “What are

achieving things that are… obscure.” Induen tapped his temple. “And then it came to me. It might

point Induen was making was as cogent as he sold it to be, but he was stunned enough by the development words did not come to

ways to do it than

are few worse crimes in Vasquer. This rebellion… people wouldn’t attack me in Dirracha so brazenly. She

some truth to his claims. It was only a nugget of truth amidst misinformation,

the truth is, she offers a valuable service, and she’s incredibly wealthy. The information is more important than the wealth.

Argrave maintained a cautious distance. Induen looked briefly incensed, but it faded in

have more than you let on. All I’ve heard—it’s the only way. You have information. Real, valuable information, perhaps beyond

Argrave gave a slow, steady