Fall 85th, 506 AV – The Silver Sliver
As the deadline for her loosely bartered agreement with Nathaniel grew – the second one in fact - ever nearer she was reminded of how little progress she had managed to make, a startling small shard of what she had promised was what she would be delivering two days hence if she was not able to crack the shells of her first few targets. She had been hoping for an easy enough series of opponents, something to impress Nathaniel with in terms of handing two of the three heads he had demanded in only half of the allotted span of time. It was proving…difficult, far more difficult than she had anticipated. She had to hand it to the denizens of Ravok – they knew how to play their games well indeed. Still, she had enough information to have a plan in mind, it was merely the execution that she was foundering at. For that she needed a couple more piece of the jig-saw.
Which is why I sit, once again, in a tavern. I seem to be here often enough I might as well convert to alcoholism one of these days she told herself bitterly, privately acknowledging that she was beginning to loathe taverns.
She had two names on her list that she had in her singular orb, both regular patrons of the Silver Sliver which she now stood in and both possessed of weaknesses she could use – though each was different from the other. She was hardly surprised at the variety of merchants that existed in the city now, growing used to the fact that economics was practiced differently than in Sunberth – and yet the same. Both cities merchants were thugs to be true, it was just that those of Ravok were better at pretending they weren’t so. Still, as she sat in her shadowed corner table she watched both men with occasional glances – Delmar Hurien and Grist Klaver, both were busily with their disparate activities.
“One a gambler and the other a drunk, this will be interesting indeed” she mused to herself quietly, barely above a whisper.
She had watched them for five days now, shadowing their footsteps separately and buying small yet tantalizing clues as to how she could bring them under her remit. Her lip curled slightly at the thought of having to kill them, they were of far more use alive in terms of what she hoped to leave in her wake. She needed more than dead bodies, she needed contacts and a series of them under, and as well as, Patrice – who now owed her – would be a great boon indeed. Especially when she counted Sashena, even if she ended up taking him out and replacing him with someone more pliant . With that she could build a little more before she left, something that would last long enough to return to if her plans elsewhere fractured perhaps. She sighed and finished her wine, flicking her hand towards the plump barmaid to indicate she wished more. If it was to be a waiting game then she would make it a well-watered one. By her own memory, it being noon roughly to her inner-clock, she would have a good four Bells to work with. Her presence in the tavern was not to wrap her noose around them in public, but to ensure they would be staying a reasonable length of time. She smiled and took her new cup of alcohol to the bar and tapped out five gold on to the battered wooden surface, almost casually. She sipped away as she awaited the inevitable sauntering over of Jeb.
Such a reliable man, the only thing he cares about is his tavern and with good reason. Anyone else though, he’ll sell them out as long as it isn’t bloody she thought as he came over to her. He wasn’t a contact per se, more of a general knowledge man with a good ear and a tavern full of drunks bemoaning and bragging to him.
“Good day so far?” she asked him jovially, not wanting to arouse any suspicion.
“Ain’t you already got a drink lass?” he asked her with a grin.
“Can never have too many, never too many. Powerful thirst and all that. Make it a fiery one, something with a kick!” she responded, the sub-text obvious to Jeb and creasing his brow in thought.
“Alright, but don’t tell me you don’t like it afterwards little lady” he responded, taking a few minutes to hand her a drink and placing it carefully, almost artfully one could say, before her upon the counter.
She gathered it up, gulped the fire water down with one swallow and placed it down before her. She drank the wine to soothe her tongue and held back a cough for a few seconds. She then heaved a raspy breath of air from her throat and bent over, obscuring her motion of slipping the note that had been underneath the cup into her pocket as others laughed raucously. She bowed out graciously and walked a ways down the street before reading it. She frowned as she did and crumpled it back into her pocket with a mixture of relish and distaste.
I’ll need help with this one she mused, wandering forwards in blissful ignorance of the world around her for the time being. Only when she bumped into something did he start back into reality.
“What the-?” she got out before stumbling slightly into a nearby wall. Her frustration played upon her face clearly as she rounded upon the unknown object.