Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave stood in Elenore’s office, deep inside the parliamentary hall. Orion stood at the doorway, while Anneliese attended to another matter regarding Mial and the other prisoners.

“First among our tasks… distribution of what we’ve stolen from Erlebnis,” Argrave said, reading a paper that Elenore had handed him. “I think I can do this with my listener present. I might even get some satisfaction knowing that we’re dividing the loot from his vault while he listens.”

“I did want to hear your thoughts on that before I made any choices,” Elenore nodded.

“…there’s a lot of stuff,” Argrave confessed. “I was going to ask Hause for help appraising all of it.”

“Don’t you know?” Elenore raised her brows.

“I’m not a machine. I don’t remember all of it,” Argrave defended. “Anyway… the majority of the weapons, we should give to Durran’s god-slaying retinue. He’s dealt with a lot of the baddies, but more of them could still pop up before the toughbastards like Erlebnis and Kirel Qircassia start manifesting. Just make things easy for him.”

“I suggest we set aside some to distribute to the nobility,” Elenore advised. “It will enhance their ability to defend distant territories, while also ensuring their loyalty. These artifacts… what are they truly capable of?”

“One of them could probably put you on par with Galamon, physically,” Argrave said with a shrug. “Others have specific effects. I think… I think one of them might help Valeria. Temporarily. I can finally keep that promise to you, maybe.” He looked at Orion.

The golden-armored knight blinked in shock. “You mean… I might speak to my mother when she is rational?”

“Yep,” Argrave nodded. “Won’t last forever, but it’s a start. From there, I’ll be looking out for other solutions. Non-divine solutions. Unless your stance on divinity changes.”

Orion slammed his fist against his chest hard enough to bend his armor. “Thank you, Your Majesty!”

“Orion’s mother,” Elenore crossed her arms and looked a little pleased. “If one of them might do that… they’ll all be incredibly useful, then.”

“Yeah. We pilfered some other stuff. A dragon egg. I usually sell those, unless I’m playing as—” Argrave cut himself off, hesitant to mention anything related to Heroes of Berendar, even if it was innocuous and vague. “Point is—this’ll take time. Let’s do it while I’m far away, so I can assess things one by one.”

“Okay,” Elenore agreed. “I’d like you to tweak some things about your Domain of Order presiding over the town. It should help make the city safer and more efficient. Crime is basically non-existent. It’s been wonderful, but it could be more.”

Argrave read the paper, where her desired changes listed out for quite some time. “I see that,” he mumbled after a second. “Alright. And then?”

“I’m going to construct a… a mailbox for you, shall we say,” Elenore held her hand out. “It’ll be connected via my blessing from Lira, allowing me to transfer documents to you for you to stamp with your magical signature. Other things, too, but that’s my use for it. We’ll retrieve it after you change the Domain of Order.”

“Alright. And then?” Argrave pressed.

“Just a last-minute census, a few other minor things to deal with, some public appearances, speaking to a few members of parliament… trivial things, but they need to be done. Oh, and I’d like to communicate with the gods in our alliance.”

“Alright. And the last entry… surprise,” Argrave narrowed his eyes, then opened them wide. “Oh. I was in business mode. What’s the surprise?” He paused and shook his head. “Wait—it’s a surprise, duh. You can’t tell me.”

“Precisely,” Elenore took the paper. “Now… let’s get you to work.”

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secluded building in Blackgard. This was his surprise—a private banquet. It wasn’t overly grandiose, but nor was it excessively humble. In other words, precisely the way Argrave liked things. This surprise

Alchemist awaited. Argrave would be sure to

his people were absent by circumstance or choice—Nikoletta and Onychinusa, for instance—but altogether, it felt like a family meal with a

before prison.” He left out the next part, saying it in his head alone: hopefully there’s no

goblet full of wine, while his left arm rested on the backrest of Elenore’s chair proudly and possessively. Elenore didn’t seem to mind. “We’d best make it a good one. I don’t

pause, “We should make it good for Elenore, too, then. She’s going to have me buzzing in her

hope my brother will have the decency to respect my nights, at the very least,” Elenore looked at him pointedly, though her

Durran added, and laughed when Elenore turned

Majesty,” Orion put his hand against his chest. In a rare showing, he did not wear his golden armor—Argrave’s request. With a neat braid on his black hair and a tight combing of his beard, he

it to be grander

Ingo?” Argrave asked

Your Majesty,” Castro said with palpable relief. “It is hard to describe how it feels to simply teach him magic with nothing

servants dressed in neat

sat up a little straighter,

orchards, from the fields, or from the livestock… all of this was grown here in the bounds of this

I remember,” Melanie said as she reached and retrieved a steak. “Or

slightly as Elenore said, “Alright… not all of the food. But the point stands for most of it. On top of that, I’ve imported spices from the Burnt Desert. They’re doing well as a luxury item for now, but

she seemed to already be certain of the answer as she

to bring the spices to this dinner. She had probably been behind the vast majority of this—the quiet atmosphere, the people he liked, the lack of lingering servants attending to his whims… Anneliese

gonna miss you,”

off into their own conversations as they ate, leaving them to their own

hope so,” Anneliese said

know so, Anne,” he rebutted

she agreed shyly. “Hause told me that I am empty,

“Where is she? I’ll go smack some sense into

and she ignored him and continued, “In the past, her calling me that would have resonated. Now… now, not so much. I feel secure. With you. With all the things you built. But even with that security comes insecurity, like

slowly. “One thing wrong, though. We built this,” he placed his hand over hers. “And I feel like we’re on the precipice of something real. Something wholly removed from what I

was terrifying, Argrave. Mozzahr, Erlebnis, the White Planes… I think I am finally strong enough to admit that I grow weary of it all,” she looked back at the table. “I want more of this. A quiet place. You, holding my hand.

it,” Argrave responded. “Only a while

fear not. My nerve is as cold and hard as

smiled. “I don’t think you’re capable of disappointing me.

“You tempt me. The night is young, and I had more planned for

me,” Argrave went rigid and turned back to

him, words interspersed

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look back at Argrave as he dealt with his abode of obsidian. His Pawns swarmed about him, assisting him in this

his last goodbyes. He said to