14th , spring, 516 av
8th bell
Port of Riverfall
Lucavius arrived at the docks on a ship from Blackrock. He was quite vexed of the failure of those he contracted to capture his chosen host. Good help was so hard to find. The smooth cultured man melted onto the gang blank. He stood there looking at Riverfall with the same apathy he looked at the rest of creation. The mournful painfully patient exhale of breath was evident of his disdain with most of creation. There was one thing he wanted here and nothing else. The tall pale man walked slowly and calmly off of the ship and towards the upper tiers garnishing suitable habitation. Behind the stately robed man was a man not so stately with a collar and chain attached and in Lucavius hand. “Come along Goren.” With a tug, they made their way through the busy port and to rent an apartment.
The light hurt his eyes as he blinked and followed along aimlessly. He hurt. He needed. His hands shook constantly without it. When was he going to get more, more, always more? It hurt. It hurt. The look in Goren’s eyes of the incomprehension and vestige edge of insanity created a path for the Mage. The glypher’s ability to reason was hinged on his daily supply of djed if his Master graced it to him. He was useless otherwise. The dirty bearded unkept man followed along in a trudge of the ambled slavery he had been conditioned for months to. The broken man saw the ground in front of him without seeing it. The poor man saw nothing, absolutely nothing.
Lucavius, once he was in the apartment two bells after arriving, sent discreet inquiries for suitable persons for hire. He didn’t need a mercenary. The mage didn’t need to steal anything. All the person had to do was watch and track. It was so simple yet why did the morons apply. The increasing irritation was marked by the sticatto of his nails slowly strumming the wooden arm of the chair he was sitting in listening to the perspective interviews. He would wave them away. There was some concern that crossed those pale features as his nails strummed in a sticcatto that he thought these men of Riverfall were known for their skill, yet they did not appear. Did he not offer enough Mizas for the job?
One lean akalak came in after his predecessor left as he approached the pale man. This blue Akalak entered the open door without knocking or permission. He simply owned the ground he walked on. His eyes trailed up and down the robed man before him as the Akalak evaluated, calculated. The pale man looked physically frail but the man’s eyes spoke of something else. There was a power behind those eyes that did not escape his notice. “I hear you have a job.” He started simply.
Lucavius raised an eyebrow as the man did not have the decency to wait yet he entertained his question as the lean blue man peaked his curiosity. The hand went to his jaw as one finger tapped his cheek regarding the man’s question before he answered. “It is a small job. There is this young lady that needs to be watched as I fear she may be in danger.” He started in an offhand casual way. If the man picked up on the subtlety then he was the right one. Those sharp eyes of the mage looked into the Akalak’s directly as his expression went from stoic to a slow oily smile and a raised eyebrow.
A similar oily smile that came from the lean blue Akalak slowly curled up as his fierce eyes met the highly intelligent orbs of the mage. “That is most disturbing. Every young lady should be protected. “ He answered. It did not matter to him what this mage wanted with the girl, but if he was offering enough mizas then it is of no matter to his sensibilities.
Lucavius answered with a note of satisfaction. “Indeed.” There was a motion with his chin to close the door.