“Orc mercenaries. It rather begs the question ‘why?’ does it not?” Maruc thought around the issue, “The Duke is either bizarrely liberal, these orcs are not what they seem, or he is unaware of their presence. Orcs, by reputation have a low moral code but they also send out a message. To me, it says that Dentiata doesn’t care that he attracts attention to his enterprise. That he uses orcs because they are cunning with an evil reputation but their loyalty can be bought. All of these things can be said of humans of course with the added advantage thats it less unusual, but not all humans can be trusted. What a sad state this world is in when you can trust an orc more than a human. But I suppose if your plans are less than wholesome your choice of friends would be limited. Dentiata could be of ahh mixed parentage…” Maruc dismissed the idea. The man was a mage, Orcs are not renown for producing scholarly types. “How long has Dentiata dwelt in the area?”
“He arrived in the area nearly a year ago, and began building his tower. It’s almost unbelievable, but the construction was finished in only 3 months.”
Another villager chimed in. “Grigore sent word to the local lord requesting help. But none were available. We were told the lord was having problems with goblins raiding some of his more important lands. Our village is easily ignored it seems.”
“Has Dentiata ever visited Caldwell castle to your knowledge?” inquired the cleric.
“Caldwell Castle? I’m not familiar with it.”
Maruc described the castle and its location to the farmer.
“Oh, that place. It is cursed. No one ventures near it. But with Thaddigren Dentiata, who knows?”
Miklos cut across the priests words, “Magi do not share power, knowledge yes in special circumstances. It is possible that he might have Sevastians’ books and got beguiled by their contents. It all depends. Based on our recent experiences it would take a gifted individual to lift anything from under Sevastian’s nose without attracting some kind of reprisal. Be he friend or no.”
Miklos guessed that these simple village people knew nothing of the occupier of Caldwell castle. The ‘disappearances’ disturbed him. He directed a question at the locals. “In your past has anything like this happened before? I’m talking years here.” He wanted to know if Dentiata was continuing Sevastians research. He tried to guess how long Cadwell castle had be abandoned to its ruin. Eighty years? Over one hundred? More? How long would it take for a book to disintegrate? This was useless conjecture, the books may well have been ancient before Sevastian got hold of them. Still if this had happened before they might be able to stop Dentiata before he goes too far. He was already displaying the classic symptoms of egocentric behaviour, the orcs, the tower, even a guided tour!
Still Miklos didn’t see how Maruc was going to help them. Treat them to a nice sermon? No that was cruel, he was too bad a sort. For a religious fanatic.
Bram answered. “The livestock only began disappearing after the wizard arrived. Every month, a few nights before the new moon. As far as I know, this sort have thing has never happened here before.”
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As Maruc and Feldard asked questions, the others conversed at the bar, surrounded by Sisakers bickering about their current state of troubles.
Saeth’s eyebrows raised. The thief, clearly, hadn’t spent a day outside a city in his life. Trying to keep a patronizing tone from her voice, she diplomatically replied, “It certainly is a step up on standing in the rain.” Neverless, she did turn about—though as much to watch the Dwarf get his ale than out of interest in the villagers’ plight. She didn’t see what was so odd about Orc retainers, however. Braver than Humans, stronger than Dwarves, smarter than Goblins, and more trustworthy than all three combined. Why was Maruc taking this story at face value, that Dentiata was some evil wizard with an unfathomable scheme for the village?
“The stories I heard of dark Mages always showed them as doing anything in their search for knowledge,” Nicolai remarked. “And the only type of Mage coming from the Black Eagle is a dark Mage. Could Caldwell have duped us into taking the risk of clearing out that castle, only for this Dentiata to gain any hidden benefits?”
“I suspect whatever happened Nicolai, happened long before we arrived,” said the mage.
“True Miklos. But I’m worried now that the only thing we’ll find out is if live mages are harder to kill than undead ones.”
“I assure you, they are.” Saeth joined the conversation, still gazing off into the distance, thinking back to a tower, many years ago. “Those who served with the wizard survived far better than those who opposed him…” She sipped her ale, then refocused, looking directly at the young mage. “So to the degree you’re ready to go toe to toe with that Dentiata, let the priest rush right in.”
As the sounds of the storm outside began to wane, the villagers around them continued to carry on talking about Thaddigren Dentiata.
“You know that when they went to the tower they saw that Dentiata keeps a female slave. I have heard that she’s a vampire in disguise that will kill any unwanted guests.”
“There is a dreadful labyrinth below the tower where fearsome beasts and man-eatin gplants devour any unfortunate wretches Dentiata catches.”
“Last month, just before the new moon, I was tending the sheep when all of a sudden, a mysterious sleep overcame me. When I woke, nearly a third of the herd was missing!”