Jackal Among Snakes

When Svetlana of Quadreign opened the door and Argrave’s gaze fell upon Ganbaatar, memories came rushing back just alongside his plan for how to deal with this situation.

Ganbaatar—a fairly tall individual with golden hair, pure red eyes, and sharp ears—was the only elven playable character in the game, so he naturally had a large constituent of loyal fans that hoped to betray humanity and instead hug trees. The elven rogue-warrior protagonist hailed from what the humans in Vasquer called the Bloodwoods.

The Bloodwoods was one of the most dangerous places in the continent—a fitting fate for tree-huggers. Not that Argrave was in any place to criticize; he had wavered between liking and disliking the woodland elves quite frequently himself. He’d always liked the Veidimen, and the ancient, now largely extinct elves were even cooler.

In the redwood forests the woodland elves called their homes, even the smallest of their big trees rivaled skyscrapers. The danger of the place came from the fact there was another species competing for dominance, one Argrave and company had encountered before: centaurs. The centaurs and the elves were natural enemies after generations of feuds. The elves had been winning for a long while, yet Vasquer’s invasion hurt their numbers terribly and gave the centaurs an opportunity for resurgence.

Why was this history relevant to the conversation? Because Ganbaatar wasn’t from a human culture, and therefore had far fewer traditionally human values. Argrave had come to Veiden relying on their adherence to their forefathers prophecies of old, and it had worked splendidly. In convincing the elf turned vampire hunter, he couldn’t use the same tactics that had carried him in Relize and elsewhere.

Yet extreme cultures were the easiest to play.

“Vasilisa…” Argrave looked back and lightly commanded, “Get the door.”

The Magister stepped within, cast Argrave a perplexed glance, then shut the door. Argrave had yet to say a word to Ganbaatar, and nor had the vampire hunter said anything to him. They both just stared. Anneliese stood just behind him in steadfast support.

As soon as Argrave heard the door shut, he reached at his head and pulled off the white wig, dropping it to the floor. Svetlana raised a perplexed brow, and even Ganbaatar could not help but show some surprise.

“I am King Argrave,” he declared at once. “I reign over the lands of Relize and have an army of twenty thousand swords willing to fight for me.”

Svetlana’s face twisted at those words. She looked to Vasilisa, yet when she saw her aunt was deadly serious, what had been humor twisted to shock.

“I am Ganbaatar,” the elf replied, conditioned by years of service to answer. “I fought in the Holy Army of the Wind, and now travel as a lone vampire hunter taught by the Sunscourge Monastery.”

At once, Argrave was pleased with the dynamic established in this conversation. The elves of the woods had a militaristic society. Hierarchy and rank were important to them. Leaders were to be obeyed without question and revered both on and off the battlefield.

“I have a grievance. You attacked my knight-commander without provocation,” Argrave spoke quickly and strongly.

Vasilisa stepped into Argrave’s line of sight and started, “Argrave, what are you—”

“He is a vampire,” Ganbaatar interrupted. “That is provocation against all life.”

Silence set in between the two of them. Ganbaatar had a wariness in his red eyes, and all of his attention was devoted to Argrave. Doubtless he was wondering why and how Argrave was using speech customary in his people’s armies. While they stared, Anneliese stepped to Vasilisa and explained what Argrave was doing.

“Is that your defense? Will we bring this to your superior?” Argrave pressed in the same tone.

“…I have no superior,” Ganbaatar said after a time. “As I said, I am alone here.”

“And as king, I have no superior,” Argrave followed up, keeping his arms rigidly at his side. “As such, it is within my right to suggest a resolution to this dispute.”

said, finally breaking free of the rigid guidelines of their

by escalating the matter to a superior so that any

refuted. “That doesn’t

“I think

explanation. Presumably, she had told Ganbaatar why Argrave had been seeking

of a glass eye that locates

gaze remained unflinching so as not to

you’re talking

shook his head. “And I think it’ll

the knife called Althazar that had much the same appearance. While resting the bowl in the palm

these will be

vampiric relics,” Ganbaatar stared at him, then raised his

wagged his finger. “Not vacant. These artifacts still work. And I’m certain these two are responsible for helping Galamon show

on his feet and crossed his

a vampire to gain possession of that glass eye, didn’t you? A

peak, but he

eye… it helped him project himself, didn’t it? He didn’t even need to touch someone to

took a deep breath of shock. Meanwhile, Svetlana cut in, saying, “Auntie, what’s…? What is

urged quietly, putting her hand on her niece’s shoulder. “Trust in

all the variables are established, I believe we can come to a resolution,” Argrave declared. “These artifacts—the glass eye, the knife, and the bowl… they all serve to actualize the vampiric beast within the vampire. Rather

Ganbaatar said, eyes

by thousands of hours of cold, hard research. I’m confident enough to promise you this: you can keep my neck wrapped in

and said, “Hold a

her. “I’ll stake my

began, then trailed off. “You’re king, Argrave. You

should stake his life on his

raised her hands

Vasilisa,” Ganbaatar interrupted. “I have no intention of holding someone unrelated hostage.” His red eyes fixed on Argrave. “I would hold only the

to Galamon, personally. He didn’t have any right to volunteer the man’s life. And… he had. Long before this meeting, he broached the

do

delegated to the leaders. Argrave could only earn respect from Ganbaatar by acting in this manner. He didn’t need the man’s respect, only his cooperation…

took a deep breath and stepped away until he stared out

my aunt would speak for him…” Svetlana

Ganbaatar interrupted her. “Let me

met Vasilisa’s cold, blue eyes, obviously greatly displeased by this development. Argrave was sure her anger

“This is a suitable resolution that serves