The Establishment
Fall 69th, Av 511
Zandelia sat, once more, within the rooms of The Establishment, her contempt for the lazy wretches around her not quite palpable but still noticeable after a fashion. The way in which she held her robes away from their sweating bodies to prevent their scent from infecting her clothing, or the fact that she was more than willing to threaten and manipulate them to gain advantage or profit were telltale signs. It was a business after all and business revolved around earnings and not around the services in Sunberth. Tua did not care what Zandelia did so long as she completed her given tasks and did not kill any of the huddled masses around her. As such she saw nothing wrong with pocketing a miza here or a snippet of information there.
Bloody fools wouldn’t even know what to do with them at any rate, lost in their greed and admiration for coinage as they are she thought to herself as she flipped her latest gained miza from her thumb and caught it repeatedly in the air in front of her.
She had become a part of the very furniture of the place now, she was convinced. The guards knew her by name, face and reputation now and were more than happy to talk idly to her, sifting inexpertly for anything of use she might know for them. She upheld such encounters as it kept her mind sharp to spar with them in a friendly fashion, avoiding their questions whilst directing their words to what she wished to hear with carefully enclosed questioning. The clerks, too, knew her well and saw her as a professional who never failed in the undertaking of a task, in short and asset to their master and themselves. It was a good position she was in, a member of a central beauracracy that not only paid her but gave her some small standing and plenty of singular opportunities to both improve her skills and gain small amounts of knowledge to claim for her own.
“If I were a cynical woman I would say Tua wanted me to be like this and merely had to direct my potential to what he deemed my suitable place. However, I know something he does not and that is my advantage in that regard” she muttered to herself as she kept up the charade that she was merely bored and lost in her won mind as far as the crowded throng was concerned.
It was an act too, and a fine one at that. She was learning to hone her facades to be convincing to the common man at the least, their simple minds not convoluted enough to consider very often that she may very well be using them for her own purposes. At that moment she was finding great pleasure in mining the crowd for rumour and whisperings – things they thought they were keeping secret but were really spreading like wildfire in ripples through the crowd. Recently Sunberth had had a number of troubling events, however the recent ones that suggested all out war between he gangs becoming an escalation affair were of particular interest. Escalation was a good theory to hold, that when rivals got daggers you got swords and so on. However, to Zandelia there was more to the affair and her intelligence skills, withered and atrophied as they were, were screaming out other motivations to her.
For starters there is the drought, having continued now well beyond what was hoped. Water is growing scarce and resources are important in a war. Starving men will fight to the death over the last piece of meat after all. That’s not to mention the aftermath from that damned mist week, with ghouls and ghosts and countless deaths that are always laid at the feet of other gang members rather than stupidity. No, there’s more to all this gang warfare talk than meets the eye she thought to herself as she listened to them all talk.
She was fairly sure that the gang leaders liked to have regular confrontations just to wither their own ranks too, their bloated masses too much to uphold the payments and organization of, for even the most tenaciously rich mind. No, intelligence dictated that there was more to the coming events than a little bit of weapon selling. Her own notes and titbits stretched across the whole of the northern, and a part of the southern, regions of Sunberth and they all pointed to differing reasoning and thousands of half-predicted plans. She needed to be more direct in her dealings with this information, she knew, it could not only save her life but prove quite profitable too. To do so, however, she knew she would need to get closer to the gang members and they were very suspicious of late..
“Have you come with another job for me then clerk? And I was all settled and happy too” she spoke as the man came into her peripheral vision, the dark grey robes all too familiar to her now.
“Be that as it may Zandelia, we pay you to run and not to sit. Old Leg’s wharf. Guard job. You need to be quick for this one as the applicant is heading out right now. Go on then!” the clerk nattered at her, thrusting the missive into her hand and giving her a little shove.
She shrugged, placed the missive inside her armour and robes as always and began to move towards the door, her mission set out for her.