Post by Adrian Roux(H) on Mar 8, 2008 22:26:54 GMT -5
It had been a quiet night- well, relatively quiet for a night of murderous crime. I'd been involved in such things long enough to think nonchalantly and philosophically on the fact rather than brooding over it. The tender had been intimidated into giving me some brandy that wasn't too watered and I waited patiently for one of my lackeys to come in. As I did so I flirted with a couple pretty girls, made some conversation on the highway business outside of town and engaged in a few wages to make the time pass more quickly.
After some time only one of my men returned, looking spooked and I gestured for him to sit down and poured him a glass from my bottle to steady him. "It went all wrong," he said in the common tongue with it's thick accent and the thieves cant thrown in. "Man turned on Nigel so fast, screaming, blood dripping down his arms, and then he staggered off in a terrible daze."
Oh- this wasn't going to be good. "What did you do with Nigel?" I asked conversationally, eyes glinting with warning as I took a sip of my own drink.
Roger looked at me in confusion. "Why- left him, of course."
Standing, I took the drink from his hand, took him roughly by the arm and stood him up. "We are going to move him somewhere he will never be found, and you will explain to me in thorough detail how a properly drugged and drunk man managed to kill a fully armed thug."
The story was a long one, and by the time Nigel was laid to rest in a suitably fitting gutter far from the scene I was working my mind over the situation. "You're sure that's who it was?" I asked, tone filled with warning.
"Yes- Trevalion seal all over him, and rich as hell."
"Very well- and Roger, keep your mouth shut, or else you can keep Nigel company."
The boy's eyes got very wide, and he ran off as I wiped my hands on a rag I pulled from my pocket. Augustin de Trevalion, Sovereign Duc- and murderer. I'd have to hand this information to Cecile. WE could have use of it. Until then, I would make no moves against so dangerous an opponent. My strength was patience, and I would use it.
After some time only one of my men returned, looking spooked and I gestured for him to sit down and poured him a glass from my bottle to steady him. "It went all wrong," he said in the common tongue with it's thick accent and the thieves cant thrown in. "Man turned on Nigel so fast, screaming, blood dripping down his arms, and then he staggered off in a terrible daze."
Oh- this wasn't going to be good. "What did you do with Nigel?" I asked conversationally, eyes glinting with warning as I took a sip of my own drink.
Roger looked at me in confusion. "Why- left him, of course."
Standing, I took the drink from his hand, took him roughly by the arm and stood him up. "We are going to move him somewhere he will never be found, and you will explain to me in thorough detail how a properly drugged and drunk man managed to kill a fully armed thug."
The story was a long one, and by the time Nigel was laid to rest in a suitably fitting gutter far from the scene I was working my mind over the situation. "You're sure that's who it was?" I asked, tone filled with warning.
"Yes- Trevalion seal all over him, and rich as hell."
"Very well- and Roger, keep your mouth shut, or else you can keep Nigel company."
The boy's eyes got very wide, and he ran off as I wiped my hands on a rag I pulled from my pocket. Augustin de Trevalion, Sovereign Duc- and murderer. I'd have to hand this information to Cecile. WE could have use of it. Until then, I would make no moves against so dangerous an opponent. My strength was patience, and I would use it.