Jackal Among Snakes

Upon the reveal of the dreadful Alchemist, Alexius, the Head of Senate, leaned in and placed his hands on his knees. “Argrave. Were my envoys unclear that only two people would be allowed into our nation?”

Even as the others panicked and made for exits, that Alexius could remain so ridiculously calm amidst it all was enough to impress Argrave a great deal. He had known this man was made of stern stuff, but the Alchemist was a terror among terrors whose strength was unknown to the dwarves. Perhaps that calm came from ignorance.

“By bringing another, you’ve demonstrated that you’ve acted in bad faith from the beginning,” Alexius continued. “Please explain.”

“This grotesque mutant thing is not another person. I shudder that you give him the label.” Argrave pointed at him with his thumb, keeping his gaze on Alexius. “He’s my summoned pet. I received no such mention of disallowing pets.” His Brumesingers scampered out of his clothes. “I brought a lot of pets, you see. You might think of me as something of an animal lover.”

The Alchemist turned his head to look at Argrave as he beamed at the senate. Some of them, now that they knew there was no danger, walked out from behind their chairs or picked up wreaths that had fallen from their head during the panic. Melanie, meanwhile, was acutely aware of the dozens of weapons pointing at them from the spectator balconies.

“A pet.” Alexius took a deep breath and sighed. “Regardless of what you call it, it’s the intent behind bringing it here. An intent that doesn’t speak well of you.”

“Would you claim to know my intent before I’ve spoken of it, Alexius?” Argrave spread his arms out.

Alexius raised one hand and pointed firmly. “Willful deception betrays much about your intent.”

Argrave smiled. “A senator who refuses to lie is like a miner who refuses to dig; they won't get very far before they're replaced. Supposing I have willfully deceived you, which I'm not conceding, then half of those present must be enemies of the state.”

His joke did not receive the laughter that he’d been hoping for, but considering Alexius didn’t have an immediate response he thought the intent of the humor was displayed well enough.

"I assure you, I only brought my revolting, gut-wrenchingly hideous pet to elucidate earlier claims. Dwarven neutrality will not end because of Vasquer's intervention, nor the actions of any gods. Instead, circumstance will compel you to act. And with this abominable creature, I will prove that."

Alchemist's arrival, it unfolded into a gripping curiosity when Argrave explained the purpose. But most importantly… it would be compelling enough to convince some. And that was the beauty of democracy. He was not dealing with Alexius alone:

levers turned, and lights indicated that people wished to speak. Alexius, even as the Head of Senate, could not lead a one-sided interrogation. He took note of this, dark eyes scanning the room. “Now that the deviation from normal standards has subsided somewhat, we will resume the normal order. Those with the highest authority shall ask

about the room, studying everyone, he realized every single person that could speak at present wished to. Things were losing tension as the guards on the gallery finally withdrew their magma weapons. A good thing, too—magma weaponry could only persist down here in the planet’s core, but it was

speaker asked, “What can

a reality.” Argrave raised one hand up, clenching it into a fist. “But what the wise man does in the beginning, the fool does in the end. Someone else would use the terrible power of the magma encasing Mundi to hurt not only you, but the whole

The speaker

I must defend my people from them. In particular, the most threatening god of all, whose endless desire for devastation motivated Alexander’s quest to descend deeper into the earth. I speak of Gerechtigkeit. He would upend the whole of your civilization to end all others, bathing the world in flames. Gerechtigkeit intends to use the magma comprising your

harnessing the magma of the planet’s core to end all life. If he possessed that sort of power, things would’ve ended a long time ago. The only bit of effect on that level he had was at Vysenn,

next speaker inquired, “How would your…” the dwarf looked at the Alchemist, choosing his phrasing carefully. At the last moment, he elected to change the

that faded away as though carried by wind. “We would use this to identify Gerechtigkeit’s point of attack. Once found, we would… handle things, neutralizing the agitation he’s caused. This would require access to all of Mundi, however, for our search. And

“Current problems?”

can no longer effectively pump the molten rock away, and so there is an entire section of the world that is simply cut off to you. For that, you need to relearn the secrets of dwarven metal. I can guarantee it to you… and sooner than this Dario that Trifon spoke of.” Argrave gestured toward

already given. He elaborated as best he could. At once, a clear rift took shape in the room. There were those that tried to malign his intent, and by extension Vasquer’s intent, as unnecessary influence. Opposing them, there

off the central platform to a witness’ bench, where Trifon already sat. Argrave recalled the Alchemist

verbal tapestry in the same breath. They related tales about the dangers of allowing those on the surface to persist underground, and their opponents combatted these words with poetic logic about their failing systems, the importance of change, and Mundi’s founder Alexander’s great emphasis of adaptability. It was all done with dignity and decorum. There was no yelling, nor

the hall had said their piece, and even that was insufficient to fully cover the issue. Trifon leaned over

to filibuster this, Your Majesty,” he whispered quietly. When Argrave looked down at him, confused, the dwarf continued, “I see concise speakers taking minutes to make a point they should in seconds. They seek to talk about the issue until it dies, and then resume on the morrow. This would enable them an entire day to prepare for things, and prepare a

slowly, concerned. “What can

speak unless called, but I can petition the Head of Senate to give

to answer, but he took some time to let the gravity sink into Trifon. He nodded.

changed, then, from a wounded animal to a watching wolf. He watched and waited for his opportunity to pounce. When the debate lulled, he rose from his seat