The dwarf snorted at the offer and turned his attention to binding his wounds as best he could. The last thing he wanted to do at the moment was get more embroiled into the political workings of this city. He’d come here looking for his bride and instead found battle and mayhem. Put that way it wasn’t that bad a trade. But he still had no intention of throwing with secretive group that dealt in murder and slavery and whose goal it seemed was to hold power over a Duke – that was just madness. “Not interested.”
Miklos couldn’t help the smile creeping across his face, “I doubt, Antonito, that we would be welcome considering the recent events. Not only that but our experiences of your society members have been less than cordial to date. You have been the first member to share with us more than a gutteral scream before attacking.” Miklos shook his head. “Why do you not openly seek to further your aims? Surely you would gain more trust and honour if you placed your arguments before the Duke with guile and wit rather that the cloak and the dagger?”
“All we would see is peace reign over the city and that honest artisans can live in safety. We are pleased that we could deliver you from your brother, but I cannot help but question the motives of your father. One who held a lynching before our very eyes. You hold him in deep honour so would your governership be any different from his?”
“For many months have the ‘Veiled used slaves in their tunnellings, would you turn your back on this? Or would your membership allow you to? If you would have me as your ally then you would need to radically change your society’s methods and place yourself before the judgement and mercy of the Duke. He is a fair and noble man, if you were forced into evil through your bother and father I would gladly stand by you and vouch for your honour. If this is too far for you then we cannot help you.”
Antonito looked at the young man as he spoke. Who was he to barge in and interfere with such a long and sanctimonious speech? The statements were that of a naive youth, unfamiliar with the way in which the world worked! He bit his tongue for now, hoping the others might disagree.
While it might not be the first time that Saeth had switched employers, she didn’t feel comfortable enough with the internal politics of the city to try it now. Cleaning her blade, she asked, “What will change under your charge, as opposed to that of your elders?” She glanced at the man on the ground. Like Feldard, she was thinking of the incident in the tunnels, but she couldn’t help but imagine that there were other schemes that should be changed.
After hearing his answer, she replied, “Not that we’re here at their behest now, but neverless, how could you trust us, were we to repudiate our present dealings and employers? Certainly a strong blade is of great value, but only so long as it is faithful.”
“As the leader of the Veiled, I shall act with discretion. We shall work in the shadows and the dark corners where the real politicking of the city takes place. We shall use wile and cunning to overcome our enemies and take what is ours.”
Miklos seemed to ignore Saeth and Antonito’s conversation as his eye was caught by Zweis’ blade, it screamed arcania. The wonder of it bypassed any sence of decency as he bent down and prized it out of the dead mans hand. “Look! Look at this.” Miklos stared at the blade. “I must see if my suspicions are true! Tomorrow yes. Yes tomorrow we shall see. I have never seen its like before. Wonderful!” Miklos clapped his hands with glee. Ignoring any protestations he wrapped it in a cloak with a glassy eyed expressions.
Obviously the young mage was unhinged by the days events, “Miklos I don’t think thats a very wise thing to do.” But his words seemed to wash over him. He shrugged, oh yes what had the Dwarf said? The papers and a box.
“Nicolai, would you check that out please.” Maruc indicated the box as he turned his attention to the pile of papers on the desk. He scanned a few of them to determine their nature. He wasn’t too concerned about the Radu boy as he was already badly wounded and in no fit state to stop them ransacking the place should they choose to do so. He didn’t feel any guilt doing this because even if this Radu was innocent he hadn’t offered any apology for the way the Society had been run so by proxy he must have agreed, this at the least deserved a trial in front of the Duke.
Antonito held his hands out, motioning for them to stop. The elf seemed to have some sense, perhaps they could yet be swayed. “Do not be so quick to dismiss my offer. Inside that desk, is a box full of fine jewels. It is yours if you pledge your allegiance to me now.”