Only Villains Do That 2.33 In Which the Dark Lord Realizes He Should Dial it Back

2.33 In Which the Dark Lord Realizes He Should Dial it Back and then Doesn't

Among the potential targets Maugro found for , I selected a pawn shop which was known to fence stolen goods for its perfect intersection of several criteria: it had survived the purge relatively unscathed, its proprietor had started voluntarily paying protection to one of the imported bandit gangs to secure his place against other looters, and the Olumnach Clansguard overseers had subsequently used it as a contact point to pass orders and receive tribute. It was the likeliest place for to find what I needed, especially once Maugro got info on the Olumnachs schedule. So, the next night, that was where I went and kicked in the door.

That was not a euphemism.

Konbanwa, motherfuckers! I shouted cheerfully as the door rebounded off the inner wall.

Were closed, exclaid the man behind the counter, not unreasonably. And dont break my door! The fuck is wrong with you?

Before I could address him, another man stepped directly in front of , blocking my viewa particularly beefy fellow with a heavy cudgel in his hand. Private party, buddy, he rumbled. You need to move along.

I swept my eyes around the room, getting a quick count. One shopkeeper and five bandits. Or were they gangsters, now that theyd moved into the city? How aningful was the distinction? I heard Aster step up behind and noticed the distinctive eye movents of every man in the room as they took in her huge, obviously magical sword, and the collar of her obviously magical chain mail, then eased back nervously. The customary reaction of low-rent thugs to coming face to face with Blessed.

Gentlen! I declaid, spreading my arms wide, I have co to educate you on the theory and practice of cri.

Oh, for fucks sake, grunted a man to my right, stepping up and already raising his sword.

Windburst!

He smashed against the wall, everyone else retreated, and the shopkeeper yelled from behind his counter. Oh, co on! Can you not wreck the place, at least? Thats rchandise youre blowing around, not your mums wyddh moulds!

Looked like a bunch of junk to , and anyway I didnt have ti for his problems.

All right, lads, being serious, I said in a suddenly more solemn tone. Were all n of the world; we know better than to take it personally when soone tries to murder us. Correct? That said, I do need to establish what happens if you interrupt while I am making a speech.

Immolate.

The spell hit my would-be silencer just as he was trying to scramble upright from being blown into the wall. As usual, there was no end of yelling, both from the imdiate victim of the spell and the onlookers. The fence, in particular, seed mightily upset about the sudden bonfire in the front corner of his shop. I couldnt entirely bla him, and it wasnt even my stuff getting singed. That spell was especially intimidating when used indoors, particularly under a ceiling as low as this one. There were going to be scorch marks all over the place. As always, I was glad khora-based construction wasnt flammable.

I waited it out. Yeah, yeah, sound of ultimate suffering, and so on. Nothing I hadnt seen before.

As soon as the unfortunate bandit was smoking and whimpering in pillbug pose, I loudly cleared my throat.

Any questions?

Everyone was pressed back against the walls, staring at in terror. Except the shopkeeper, who seed to possess a modicum of self-mastery. He slowly raised one hand.

Uh, yeah. Can we, um, help you with sothing, mlord?

Nothing like a bit of fire and screaming to improve everybodys attitude.

You can listen, I said kindly. So. Cri! As you may be but probably are not aware, gentlen, the ultimate defining characteristic of a state as a viable political body is its monopoly on violence. A state is only a state if it has the only say in who does harm to whom. There are all kinds of different ways to organize a governnt and a society, countless philosophies and religions, but in the end? You have police who are the only ones allowed to do violence at the countrys own citizens, and the army who have the exclusive right to do it to everyone else. Monopoly on violence. That is what a state, at the end of the day, is. And thats why Fflyr Dlemathlys has to be considered a failed state, because Well, I an, look around. You all know what this place is like.

Happened to be true, too. This was sothing Id learned in college, from an actual professor, not my miscellaneous internet reading. Id been pretty much winging it in terms of political ideology, using my own observations of human nature to fill in the gaps where Id never studied politics or philosophy, and it was beginning to turn out that my combination of half-understood political philosophy and brilliantly persuasive public speaking led to kangaroo courts, summary executions, and massacres. It might be best if I dialed it back to stuff I was actually certain about for a while.

Whys he telling us this? one of the bandits stage whispered to another, who made a slashing gesture for silence at him.

And thus, cri, I lectured, swaggering further into the shop and leaving Aster to cover the door. In the absence of any kind of functional governance, we human beings sadly revert to more primitive ans of organization. In a way, you can gauge how civilized a region is by the role strength plays in social standing. Under any kind of decent social order, the capacity to kick ass ans virtually nothing in day-to-day life. But here, where there are in effect no laws, save as extensions of the already established power of the authorities to ravage and murder? Once outside their purview, there is only the hierarchy of the pack. He knows what Im talking about.

I gestured grandly to the man Id just Immolated, who flinched and tried to hide behind a rack of shelves.

In short, gentlen, I proclaid, I can hurt you with nothing but a thought, a lot worse than you could hurt with every ounce of effort you can muster. That ans Im in charge.

There was absolute silence in the pawn shop.

Could one of the bandits finally rasped hoarsely, could you not have just said that?

I gave him a pleasant smile and a self-effacing shrug. Thats not really how I do things.

Behind , Aster snorted loudly.

Well, all right, then, said the shopkeeper, raising his hands. Youre in charge. Glad weve established that. So, my original question stands: how exactly can we help you, sir?

You gents are expecting a visit from a representative of Clan Olumnach, I said, smiling. When?

Everybody went silent again, looking nervously at each other.

I sighed. I see I need to establish a bit more of the nuance of this situation. Now, lets see, you lads will have been moved into the Gutters just within the last week. Previously you were part of a bandit gang out in the khora, yes?

Aye, thats right.

Adler, hissed one of the other n.

What? Adler shrugged emphatically. He obviously knows, and its not like thats a secret anyway.

Which group? I asked, maintaining the sa pleasant deanor. When they all just looked at each other again, I prompted further. Maybe Kosachs gang? Or were you theprivateers Clan Fladwych paid to poach on their neighbors lands? No? Perhaps the lads who had that sweet little gig due west of the city, extorting protection from those two outlying villages near the frontier?

Hells revels, hes well-inford, Adler muttered, then raised his voice, addressing himself to . We had a little camp in the border forest between the Clan Luoch and Clan Oliwyn fiefsuh, my lord. Didnt really hit the farms or any travelers, we only stayed there because Clan Olumnach paid us to do soyknow, minor damage and thefts and such in the villages around there. Make the place feel unsafe, cast doubt on Clan Aelthwyns ability to keep the peace. It was all way more politics than I ever liked, but we werent bandits to begin with because we had any better options.

Ah! You lot were with Tig, Nannit and Adirets group!

The fellow Id Immolated hid again; the others suddenly glared and Adler actually took an aggressive step toward .

Howd you know about that? he demanded. What did you do to the girls?

Oh, theyre fine, I assured him. Better off than you are. First thing we did was get a decent al into them, and then so proper clothing. Camping outdoors in autumn calls for better than the rags they were wearing. I see you boys have yet to catch up.

Whoswe, exactly? Adler asked. Evidently he was the official spokesman of the group, if not its leader.

Ah, thats right! Here I forgot to introduce myself. How very rude, my humble apologies. I bowed, shallowly but deliberately, because it wigged out every Fflyr I did it to and my purposes were best served by emphasizing that I was not going to play by the rules they knew. I am Lord Seiji, and you work for now.

Oh, boy, the fence muttered from safely behind his counter. This just got a lot more interesting than I wanna see in my shop

The rest of the lads looked at Adler, who drew in a deep breath, visibly steeling himself.

Uh, look, LordSeiji. Please dont burnify for pointing it out, but were working for Clan Olumnach. Highlord Caldir is not a man you wanna fuck with. He wasnt even before his kid got knifed and he went berserk, and now Im uncomfortable enough with him knowin I exist. I dont an no disrespect, but just cos youre Blessed doesnt an youre ready to take him on.

That is correct. I pointed at him and nodded approvingly. This is why Im ready to take him on: Im the guy who dismantled Lady Grays organization and drove her out of the Gutters. I have the Kingsguard itself in my pocket, as well as the won of Cat Alley and whats left of the Gutter Rats. Highlord Caldir moved you lot into the Gutters to seize Lady Grays old turf because I let him. While he was doing that, I swept through the countryside and seized control of what was left of your gangs out there, and began stirring the Aelthwyn-aligned Clans up to create a pretext for Archlord Caludon to move against him directly.

I gave them a mont to let that sink in before continuing, putting on a smug smile.

Youre accustod to thinking of Clan Olumnach as in control of the bandit gangs in rural Dount, right? Well, as of now, I am in control of those gangs. Olumnach has lost his grip on the countryside, while Ive tightened mine. Hes in the process of losing his ability to leverage his Clansguard. You boys and the others like you are the last viable assets he had leftand youre now in the Gutters, where I want you. Where I can move the Kingsguard and the remains of Lady Grays information network as I please. I can walk into a room with the lot of you and let myself be surrounded at will, and not just because I can kill you all with my brain: so long as youre in my city, it is I who have you surrounded.

Pause again, fade expression to a flat stare

This is my island.

Pause. God, I loved the drama of it.

So, gentlen, I will ask you again, as a generous and rciful lord to his vassals. When, exactly, do you expect the contact from your previous master to arrive?

I gave them a couple of seconds to mull it over. They didnt need more than that; the rest of them looked to Adlers lead, and he spoke after just a heartbeat of silence.

Should be any ti now, my lord. Deals always that they co to us on their own ti, and expect us to wait around at their convenience. Its been a bit trickier here in town than it was out in the forest where we just didnt have much to do. Here, they want us to be pushing on Grays old contacts to take em over, and also bring in inco from doing jobs in the city. Which we aint even familiar enough with to be any good at, yet. And on top of that, were to wait around in eting spots with every lad available for inspection. You know highborn, mlord. The Olumnach people are pretty big onyknow. Keeping us in our place.

I clicked my tongue disapprovingly, shaking my head. Now thats just poor managent, is what that is. Not to ntion disrespectful of you gentlen and your ti. Youll find we do things differently in my organization.

Differently how, my lord? one of the other bandits asked, seeming to find so of his nerve.

Theres more listening to speeches, right? ventured another.

They all tensed, looking at him.

Theyre good speeches, though, Aster said. I glanced back to note that she was leaning against the wall by the door, arms folded. Lord Seijis better than a bard. He gets talking and its as entertaining as it is informative. More so, often enough.

My loyal subordinate, everyone.

That, I agreed, inclining my head magnanimously. More importantly, I look after my people. Youre the boys out in the thick of it doing the work; theres absolutely no excuse for you to be hungry and carrying shabby equipnt. Well fix all that at the earliest opportunity, but things are going to be a bit less settled until I finish straightening out the Gutters. Now then! That leaves you, sir.

The shopkeeper to whom I turned put on a big custor service smile and folded down his hands at . Its an honor to have you in my humble shop, Lord Seiji. I flatter myself that Im sothing of a fixture of this neighborhood. I was in business here before Lady Gray rose to power, and wasnt much surprised to have outlasted her. Here I was prepared to deal with Clan Olumnachs agents as the next established power in the Gutters, but I suppose I neednt get comfortable with the idea, eh? Well, no matter. Good old Laerdh is just as happy to provide you with the sa excellent service, my lord.

All this to say that youre not interested in declaring for , either? I summarized in a dry tone.

He shrugged, smiling blandly. Im just a businessman, my lord. Just let know what youre owed for protection, should you be in control of that operation, and well get along swimmingly. Its not for the likes of to take sides in political squabbles. Laerdh will always be here to provide you with the finest curios and treasures that make their way through the Gutters, and to help you turn any such you happen to acquire into good, spendable coin.

Hm. I looked around the shop, which was too dim to make out many details, but at a glance it looked likewell, junk. Everything from clothes to furniture, toys and jewelry and all sundries in between, none of it of apparently stellar quality. There was no apparent the; it was just a general-purpose pawn shop.

Of course, I dont keep the good items out here for the riffraff to paw through, Laerdh hastened to assure , following my gaze and reading my expression. If your lordship is interested in anyspecialty items, I can show you so of my discreet selection from the back. Or, if its a particular treasure youre on the lookout for thats not among my stock, Im always pleased to put out my tendrils and see what can be found. I dont even ss about with finders fees! Its enough to see a satisfied custor walk out my door with their hearts desire in hand.

You got any spell scrolls back there? I asked hopefully.

His smile faded and he blinked twice. spell scrolls?

Yes, I explained patiently. They are scrolls whichand stay with , this is the complicated parthave spells on them. Aster sighed softly.

Ah. Laerdh nodded once. My lord, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but youre in Gwyllthean. Its a city on Dountan outlying island in the worst kingdom in the archipelago.

I stared at him; he stared back, and after a mont coughed discreetly and continued.

Sure, I keep the spell scrolls out back in my invisible tower. Thats where Ive got the Goddesss underclothes, the platinum crowns of the four Queens of Lancor and the gate key to Shylverrael.

An interesting set of noises issued from the bandits in the shop; at least two hastily muffled snickers and as many apprehensive hisses of indrawn breath.

I studied Laerdh curiously. He was a short fellow, balding and paunchy, with a sharp nose and the generally oily look of a small-ti salesman. Id have expected him to be unctuous and sniveling, especially after that little speech of his; the backbone and sarcasm ca as a surprise.

You. I pointed at him. I like you.

My lord is too kind. Laerdh grinned and folded down his hands again.

That was a bold move, considering the other likely response to sassing would have involved burning and screaming.

In business, one must take risks. You dont strike as a man of such fragile ego as to demand bowing and scraping from everyone. He glanced past at Aster.

True enough. All right, lads, before he gets here, tell what I should expect from the Olumnach representative. Any Blessings? Martial skills? Other relevant details?

Its not always the sa guy, said Adler, but among those whove been sent Well, if they were Blessed, they never showed it. No obvious artifacts and didnt do magic in front of us. Dunno how much that ans, mlord, we sure as hell never got shirty enough to need such demonstrations. As for martial skills Well, none of them was ever in armor.

Fighters, though, added another bandit. You can always tell, by the way they move. Way they aint scared of bein around rough lads like us. Every man they sent carried a swordrapiers, noblemans weapons. He nodded at my own. They was all middleborn, too. Well-bred enough, as things go, but probably not of the Olumnach bloodline.

So, nothing worth worrying about.

Not weaklings, either, Adler hastened to add. I suspect these boys are Clansguard commanders out of uniform. And the Olumnach Clansguard aint pushovers. If youre gonna gork this guy, best do it from behind while hes distracted.

No, no. I held up a warning hand. None of that, I need him alive. Hes going to tell every detail about his Clans operations that I dont already know.

Laerdh coughed discreetly. Ah, my lord, its worth ntioning that the kind of n the Highlord uses to herd bandits are bound to him by more than coin and intimidation. Theyre not spineless, nor destitute. Itll take you more than a pretty speech and so spells to turn them.

Dont you worry, I said with a wink, Im very persuasive when I need to be.

Yeah, I fuckin believe that all right, mumbled the guy Id Immolated.

Well, cant say he didnt persuade us quick enough, Adler agreed.

You know, you boys are all right, I said cheerfully. I really hope I dont have to kill any of you later.

They exchanged another round of glances.

Is, uh Adler began hesitantly. Is there any way we might Better our chances of not having to be killed?

Well, that all depends on how you are with won and children.

He blinked at in pure bafflent, then turned to one of his comrades for clarification, getting only a shrug.

Ohhh, Laerdh murmured. The Cats and the Rats, I see how it is. Now thats a shrewd angle, Lord Seiji. Gather up the most abused and despised? Well, there are plenty of those in Dlemathlys. Not much is more subversive in this country than compassion for the downtrodden.

Oh, I getcha, another bandit said, his expression clearing. I see whatcha an, mlord. Aye, youll have gotten to know both types, if youve been out gathering up bandits. We get em both, lads like us who fell into a spot of hard luck, and them other bastards who were just gonna be bastards no matter what.

Oh, yeah, Adler added, catching on. I guess thats as good a test as any of a mans worth. Yeah, weve seen so shit out there. So of those fuckstainsd rape their own sisters if they got bored enough. No, I doubt youll find any complaint with or the boys, here. Tig an the othersll vouch for us, I bet.

Yeah, we aint middleborn gentlen with fancy manners, chid in another, but the girls never complained that I heard. Aint hard to be a decent enough sort, even if youre out robbing for a living.

Good to hear, I said noncommittally. Ti would tell.

The shop door opened, suddenly. Biribo hadnt warned he was down my coat rather than in Asters pocket for the specific reason of being able to give warning if he felt it necessary. That he hadnt bothered told we werent in danger. I turned around at an unhurried pace to find myself face to face with the representative of Clan Olumnach.

He was pretty much as the bandits had just described. Fairly pale of complexion with coarse brown hair, and wealthier than most middleborn, to judge by the extravagant silver trim and decorative chains on his charcoal gray coat. The obligatory rapier hung at his waist; currently he had his left hand resting on the poml in the quasi-threatening position of a man reminding us he had a sword but not quite on the verge of drawing it.

What exactly is this? he demanded, curling up his lip at . You idiots were told to be discreet. You, foreigner! This is a private eting. Go elsewhere.

Wow, I said, impressed in spite of myself. That was a lot of needing to be taken down a peg packed into just a couple of short sentences. I hate him already. Thanks, my guy, that makes the next part easier.

The sneer deepened and he changed the position of his hands, moving the right across his waist to grasp the handle and prepare to draw his bladea thing I had not done because this cramped and cluttered shop was the worst possible place to try and use a long weapon like a rapier.

If you are considering

And that was as far as he got before Aster shot him in the back with a sleep dart.

Damn, but that felt good, she declared, looking down her nose at the rich soldier as he slumped to the floor. I had been pleasantly surprised to learn she was carrying one of those stingers. Perhaps I should have Kasser make one, as well; Id been making do with my Blessings, but my particular arsenal of spells and artifacts made overwhelming force my only option in most situations. I lacked a ans of discreetly neutralizing targets.

The hell just happened? demanded one of the bandits.

Thank you, Aster, I said. All right, lads! Welco to the team. Gather up our luggage, there, and well be off. Through back alleys, if you please; the fewer eyes there are on this, the better.

Uh, sure, said Adler as one of his fellows stepped forward and bent to hoist the falling Olumnach soldier over his shoulder. Where, uh Where exactly are we going, mlord?

Dont worry, Ill lead the way, I assured him. Sothing told it was best not to ntion the goblins in front of Laerdh, as concerned as they were with their privacy. And speaking of which, there was the matter of mitigating the risk of letting him live, because I wasnt quite fallen to the depth of killing people just for knowing too much.

Yet.

I turned, reaching into my coin pouch, and tossed the fence a gold halo. For your trouble, sir. We both know you wont stay bribed as soon as my back is turned, so well call that compensation for any damages caused. And when I say that neither I, these boys, or the Olumnach rep ever showed up here tonight, it is purely in the spirit of friendly advice. Thats the story thatll keep you maximally out of trouble no matter who ends up reigning over Dounts underworld.

A very cogent analysis, my lord, he said smoothly, having already made the coin disappear. With a grin, Laerdh folded down his hands again. Forgive , it seems Ive already forgotten your na and what you look like. Its been a surprising pleasure and I look forward to either working with you in the future or forgetting that you ever existed.

For now, that would have to do. If I succeeded in my planned next steps, what he knew would be irrelevant before anyone he talked to could act on it.

Good man. All right, gentlen! Off we go. The night is young, and I have so much more to teach you about cri.