Jackal Among Snakes

“I’m thinking you and I work for the same person,” Ruleo waved his hand between the two of them, keeping his eyes far off the black bag that was his target. “Let’s just take it easy.”

Durran laughed. “I highly doubt that. But since you think so, why don’t you spill your guts to me? Who do we work for, mister colleague?”

“The Bat,” Ruleo held his hands steady.

Durran studied him, running that through his head. Had Elenore sent this man to watch him? Something about it sounded wrong. He’d spoken to her guards as he left—they’d seemed more cooperative than suspicious, and he’d told them precisely what he intended to do. And besides… this man would know Durran worked for Argrave, not Elenore. Elsewise, why would he be watching him?

“How about we go to her together, then?” Durran planted his glaive on the ground. “We can sort out this misunderstanding, ease my suspicions. Might save your life.”

On the other side of the confrontation…

Ruleo felt he was getting a handle on things. What were his options? Try and escape, for one. He felt he could. He had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Or two… he could play along with this tribal, return to Elenore, confess his sins. Ideally, his necromantic creation would do its duty, steal the paper with the magic signature. But if Ruleo’s hunch was right, and this was something big she was keeping secret… Elenore might not let him walk away unscathed. She might not let him walk away at all.

Playing along is too dangerous, Ruleo concluded. You made a mess of things. Cut your losses. Get away.

“Let’s go together, then,” Ruleo nodded, lowering his hands to his side.

“Really? Well… not what I was expecting,” the tribal seemed surprised. “Let’s—”

Ruleo thrust his hand into his pocket and threw out powder. At once, Durran raised his hand and cast a spell of wind. Before the two could meet, Ruleo cast a spell of his own—a simple E-rank ignition spell. The powders roared to life, exploding into loud yet largely ineffectual sparks that scattered from the wind spell. It was only a distraction. Ruleo circled around, rearing his arm back for a punch. Durran was, as Ruleo had expected, prepared for that.

The tribal blocked the punch with the shaft of his glaive and a deafening ring echoed out. Durran quickly kicked at Ruleo’s gut, and the two disentangled. The tribal cast a spell at Ruleo as he retreated. A wolf of fire roared out, and Ruleo felt he had ample time to get away.

The black glaive cut through the spell, though, and the spell wreathed around the blade unnaturally. The flames carried with the swing of the glaive far beyond where they typically might, and Ruleo desperately shielded with his gauntlets. The fire whipped at his face, and he heard his skin sizzle.

Pushing past the pain of the burn, Ruleo covertly tossed a hook attached to a very thin line at the closed bag the tribal had been carrying.

“Quite some gauntlets you got,” Durran looked at the dent in his glaive’s shaft from it had been struck earlier.

noise. Militiamen and maybe royal guards will be here if we keep at it like this,” Ruleo said as he healed the burn on his face. “I’ll tell them you tried to steal my bag. They’ll believe me over you—I might look like

argument,” Durran said

It caught on the bag, opening it up and causing the contents to explode out. Durran was caught off-guard, but Ruleo had been the initiator and sought his target with

Ruleo turned to flee. Yet the second his sprint began, two armored men walked up before him, swords ready. He tried to stop himself quickly, but one reached out and caught his wrist. The other coordinated well, seizing Ruleo beneath the shoulder in

of the men said, laxing the tightness of the blade. “Let’s

breathing heavy, Ruleo dropped the piece of paper. He gritted his teeth and stared at his captors as they

you, I sent a signal to these lovely gentlemen just as they asked me to,” Durran retrieved the paper with the magic signature and held it up in the air. “Like you, I take any

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Ruleo, bound to a stake before her and largely stripped of personal possessions. She was not in her greenhouse—rather, she was at another private location. Though bound, Ruleo was still

He had no genuine loyalty to her beyond the fact that she offered him significant wealth at times. Indeed, he probably bore some dislike towards most of Vasquer given what had been done to him. She supposed she couldn't deem this a true betrayal of

protection is not at all related to looking into Rancor,” Elenore began, leaning forward somewhat until her

already got all the details about Rancor you need. I can give them to you whenever. I think I’ve forfeited my payment…

would you do this?” Elenore continued, crossing her arms. “We’ve been working profitably and consistently for a few

earlier—drew my suspicions for long-term moves you might be enacting after Induen’s death. Mostly

continue a relationship in which there is little trust. Considering

sat up straighter, paying attention. Her hearing was better than most, having been honed over the years in light of the loss of one of her senses. It became

to him and said in

bag in his hands. “Hey. Told you we’d meet again. You gave me quite a bit of heartache. Broke my bag. You have no idea how difficult it

for me,” Ruleo said, his light cackle escaping for a few

clicked his tongue. “True enough. Can’t be

did our mutual friend decide?” Elenore asked Durran, cutting into their conversation. She had no time to waste on banter. “It concerns his privacy.

Durran trailed off, rubbing his hands together. He pointed at Ruleo, bound on the

the man’s life and to answer a question she had. Elenore had gotten her answer; Argrave knew Ruleo, meaning he did

likely assuming Elenore had simply

are,” Durran nodded. “Well, that simplifies things. Leader man wants you to live.

Though she preferred to make no enemies, disagreements like the one between Argrave and Ruleo were inevitable. It was better not to leave active antagonists alive, in Elenore’s experience—they could deal damage in the future. Ruleo could certainly be

Durran. “So, you’re the ones