“Well, that certainly would be a change in situation,” noted Saeth dryly, though it wouldn’t be one that increased her chances of employment with the man. Not that the thought of losing that opportunity bothered her all that much. “Did you bring the rope, or do you expect the guard will?” She wasn’t sure if she was making a joke or not, and hoped that the same was true of the young Radu. But she did have her doubts that the boy would hang by the Duke’s hand, not if the Radu were half as important as they seemed in the city. She turned to Miklos. “Speaking of, you did summon them, no?”
Miklos finished stowing the sword and looked up. “I do wish everyone would calm down. Yes Seath, the authorities are aware of the situation.”
Feldard took note of the sword still in the young man’s hand. “Think it’s better to die by our weapons? Then certainly, keep hold of your sword. Trust me we’ll be more than obliging to your request. You’d be just one more body to add to the count.” Feldard kept a watchful eye on the man and should Antonito raise his weapon even in the slightest, Feldard’s axe would be there to meet it.
Antonito was a desperate man. His father and brother were dead, and the Veiled Society seemed to be crumbling around him. Damn these interlopers! They were asking too many questions!
Noticing Antonitos furtive glance, Nicolai and Maruc turned their attention to the papers on the desk and table. Antonito could not let them have them for they would be his ruin! As they began to approach near the desk, Antonito sprung into action, charging with his sword. Feldard was ready for him and met him with his axe.
The heft of Feldard’s mighty battle axe was outsped by Antonito’s lighter sword. Its cut was deep, and felled the already wounded dwarf.