Such a procession drew attention and created a ripple of rumor that quickly swept across the city. It was early afternoon by the ti they reached the wealthy district in which the Imperial Casino lay, and by that point, the news of their coming had preceded them. Well-dressed n and won had gathered on the sidewalks to stare, but mostly had the decency to remove their hats and lower their eyes in respect as the group passed. The street was also thronged with silent, grim-faced thieves of the Guild, waiting.
Trissiny walked in the front in full armor, her expression closed and eyes straight ahead, leading her silver-clad warhorse by his reins. Arjen followed with his own head lowered, surrounded by four young people, two n and two won. Only Schwartz stood out visibly, in his Salyrite robes and with esie riding on his shoulder. He, Tallie, and the Sakhavenid siblings kept pace with Arjen, each with one steadying hand on the carefully-wrapped bundle lying across the huge horse’s saddle. Though fully swathed, it apparent even without the presence of obvious pallbearers that it was a body.
Four Silver Legionnaires followed them, in uniform but heltless and conspicuously absent their weapons, shivering in the winter air and looking a great deal more nervous than Legionnaires usually did in public. At the end of the procession walked a fifth soldier: Covrin had her helt on, shield in hand, and lance held nacingly as if she intended to prod the woman in front of her at the slightest provocation. Beside her, also bare-headed and with an expression promising retribution, was Bishop Syrinx, her golden eagle-wrought sword drawn and ready.
The broad avenue terminated in a broad cul-de-sac before the steps of the Casino itself, the space now lined with quiet onlookers. Dozens of civilians murmured and jostled each other to stare, most of them in the expensive attire of the Casino’s usual clientele, but none tried to push past the periter of cold-faced Guild thieves enforcing a clear area in front of the steps.
Everyone stood where they were as Trissiny led the group straight toward the front doors of the Casino, with one exception. She had been standing on the top stair, watching up the street, and now as they approached, Style strode down and through the crowd. Only thieves had placed themselves in front of the steps, and so nobody had to be pushed bodily out of her way. They all knew better than to impede her.
Trissiny finally ca to a stop near the center of the plaza. Style strode right up to and then past her, seeming not to notice anyone standing there and not the least bit impressed by the divine warhorse. Darius yielded his position and she ca right up to Arjen’s side.
All muttering and coughing had utterly ceased among the onlookers by the ti Style slipped her brawny arms, bare even in the cold, under Ross’s body and lifted him from the horse’s back. Despite his size, she did it with no apparent effort, but it was not her physical strength that held the watching enforcers silent. Everyone knew Style’s capacity for brute power, but rarely had they seen the towering chief enforcer’s face as it was now, crumpled with pain as if she might begin weeping any second.
The Hand of Avei stood to the side, head lowered, while Style carefully laid Ross upon the paving stones, and with amazing gentleness, folded back the white quilt with which they had covered him to reveal his face. He was already too pale to be rely sleeping.
At no apparent signal, every Eserite ringing the plaza silently raised their right fist defiantly to the sky.
“Lest the mighty grow complacent.” Lore’s voice was not raised—in fact, he spoke barely above a murmur from the top of the Casino’s steps. In the silence, though, he was clearly heard by all present. “Be warned: a thief can die, but the fight cannot.”
“WE ARE STILL HERE.”
Hundreds of voices, even in a respectfully soft tone, were deafening when they spoke in unison. The sounded from the enforcers circling the plaza, from the alleys and windows and rooftops all around. At this, finally, so of the civilian watchers began shuffling away, trying carefully to move up the street from the casino without creating a disruption that might draw attention. These were rich people, the kind the Thieves’ Guild existed to humble. It was one thing to play with danger by idling in the thieves’ own casino; being surrounded by the Guild in this mood was a horse of a different color.
Several enforcers ca closer, forming a smaller, less precise ring around the group—not so much delineating space as making it plain by their presence, turned outward to stare flatly at the crowd, that no one was welco to approach. Around them, though so stubborn rubberneckers remained to gawk, the crowd was beginning to stream away with enough speed that its sounds quickly grew loud enough to cover conversation. They were encouraged along by thieves turning from the scene in the middle of the plaza to give pointed looks at those who remained, several toying idly with weapons.
Style carefully folded the quilt back over Ross’s face. Still kneeling over him, she paused for a long mont to draw two steadying breaths before straightening back up to her full, intimidating height.
“All right,” the chief enforcer said simply. “Who did it?”
She turned to stare at the four disard Legionnaires, all of whom drew closer together in alarm and would have tried to back away had Covrin not deliberately planted the tip of her lance against the back of the sergeant’s breastplate.
“None of them,” Trissiny said evenly. “The murderer preferred death to justice. I…failed to apprehend her. That’s on .”
“I’ll assu that’s the armor talking,” Style said shortly. “Avenist justice may be complicated, but as far at the Guild is concerned, if you killed the killer, that’s settled. Now I want to know what role this lot played, and why you brought them to .”
“These are accomplices,” Trissiny said, turning to give the four a cold look. “They are guilty of abducting Ross, and also Schwartz here, but none of them did him any harm beyond that. Private Ulster, there, broke from them and raised steel on her comrades when Ross was shot. I don’t think they wanted anything to do with murder, and that one at least had the spine to take a stand, even if it was too late to be useful. We brought them here because they need to be debriefed and held until the Imperial investigators rounding up this conspiracy can finish their work. And right now, the Sisterhood of Avei is not trustworthy. I don’t want any more fish slipping the net before Commander Rouvad gets her house in order.”
“Well, you heard the General.” Boss Tricks materialized from the crowd as if he had teleported, pacing up to the group with an uncharacteristically dark expression. “We’ve got so guests, people. See that they’re comfortable.”
Several of the surrounding enforcers stepped forward, two hefting cudgels and Grip, at their head, toying pointedly with a long knife. The soldiers drew into an even tighter knot, eyes widening, and the sergeant finally found her voice.
“Now, just a minute here. High Commander Rouvad specifically said Legionnaires aren’t to be held by—”
Trissiny crossed to them with astonishing speed for soone in armor, her sword clearing her scabbard as she ca; Schwartz barely got out of her way fast enough to avoid being run over. Sergeant Raathi broke off with an undignified squeak when the edge of the paladin’s blade ca to rest against her throat.
“Rouvad,” Trissiny said icily, “is not here. I am. If I were to take your head off your shoulders right now, Sergeant, who among those present do you think will raise a whisper of complaint?”
Bishop Syrinx twirled her own sword, the flash of motion intended to catch Raathi’s attention, then deliberately sheathed the weapon, folded her arms, and smirked. Raathi’s throat moved abortively, as if she had started to swallow and then changed her mind.
“You will cooperate with the Guild,” Trissiny continued after enough of a pause had stretched out to make her point plain. “You will answer any questions you are asked and cause no trouble, and if I receive a favorable report of your conduct, I will make certain it’s considered at your trial. Do otherwise and I won’t do anything at all, and you can learn for yourself how far Commander Rouvad’s say-so goes among the Thieves’ Guild. Do I make myself plain?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Trissiny held her gaze for a mont longer before lowering the sword and turning her back dismissively on the four. “Boss, I’m trusting that they won’t be mistreated here.”
“No call for that, I don’t think,” Tricks said, studying the armored won dispassionately. “Long as they do what’s asked of ’em, it’s better for the whole business if they have no cause to complain about their treatnt when it’s ti for trials and sentencing. We do know a thing or two about handling the justice system, after all. In fact, we can consider that my official verdict on the matter.” The Boss raised his voice and subtly shifted to direct his words to the crowd at large. “The law is already closing in on this conspiracy, and seems to have most of ’em in hand. If it does so, fine; the Guild won’t contest the right of way with the Empire. But. These bastards have killed one of our own—an apprentice. There will be no more rcy offered. I officially no longer give a shit about interfaith procedure. Any mber of this conspiracy who is not safely in Imperial custody by sunset will be found hanging in the doorway of their own temple by dawn. Be they altar boys or High Commanders, I don’t care. Eserite blood is never the last to be spilled. I have spoken.”
He received a round of sharp nods, and almost every Guild thief present who was not already moving to escort the four Legionnaires into the Casino turned and began lting away into the shadows and alleyways.
“Why have I got the strangest fucking feeling,” Style said grimly, folding her arms, “that you kids aren’t done making a goddamn ss.”
Darius cleared his throat. “Style, none of us are in any mood. If you even suggest what happened to Ross is our fault, I’m gonna co over there and smack you one.”
She raised her eyebrows fractionally. “Boy, you have to know I can demolish you with one hand.”
“I surely do, and I’ll do it anyway.”
“The defiance is good, Darius, but keep it pointed where it deserves,” Tricks said firmly. “No infighting, not right now. Kids, I expect great things from all of you, and believe , I know what it feels like to want retribution. You all know our doctrine of revenge, though.”
“You…have a doctrine for that?” Schwartz asked hesitantly.
“Revenge should only be sought,” Tallie recited in a quiet monotone, “if it serves both a strategic and personal goal. Strategic in that it will dissuade the target or others from committing more actions that demand retaliation. Personal in that the target must understand by whom and for what they are being punished, and be unable to prevent their couppance, because only in that circumstance will it bring satisfaction.”
“That is disturbingly insightful,” he muttered.
“And the killer is dead,” Tricks stated, glancing at Trissiny. “which takes that off the table. The people responsible for the whole debacle are being rounded up by far more effective agents than you. This is not a situation where you can help.”
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“Not more effective than her,” Tallie said defiantly, also turning to Trissiny.
“And,” Layla added, “it seems the one person most responsible is in no position to be rounded up.”
Tricks shot a look at Syrinx, who still had her arms folded and was now listening without expression.
“If you kids are thinking of trying to rough up the Archpope, so help I will put you all in cells until you cool down. I don’t care whose Hand any of you are.”
Arjen turned to stare at him, laying his ears back, which the Boss ignored.
“Excuse , I’m not even in your cult,” Schwartz said testily.
“I think it’s pretty significant we didn’t even have to say who we’re all talking about,” Tallie said dryly.
“And no,” Trissiny added, “no one’s talking about going to the Cathedral and attacking Justinian. No one here is stupid enough to think that would work.”
“Yo.” Darius raised his hand. “Totally that stupid, for the record. That’s why I let my baby sister tag along all the ti, she’s the plan person.”
“I take full credit for his survival to date,” Layla said primly.
“It seems,” Trissiny continued, “the events of this week in Tiraas are just one part of sothing that has parallels in Last Rock and Puna Dara. While Justinian’s na has been brought up a lot, the truth is we haven’t absolute proof that he is the one orchestrating all this behind the scenes. Which ans that both justice and revenge can be best sought without attacking him directly. Whoever is responsible for this, I an to go make certain they get nothing they want today, and that they see who wrecked their careful plans.”
Style swelled like a bullfrog, but then released the air in a heavy sigh. “And so you’re thinking of taking my apprentices and charging off to Last Rock to help your little adventurer friends?”
“She’s not taking us anywhere,” Tallie stated, glaring at her. “We’re going with. You can dish out whatever punishnt you want when we get back, Style, but this is fucking well happening. Live with it.”
“And no,” Trissiny said before Style could retort. “Last Rock is a monster that eats overweening fools; anybody who wants to try their luck with Tellwyrn and my classmates is welco to have at it. But Puna Dara is not prepared for the kinds of trouble soone like Justinian can unleash, and I have a good friend who will never forgive if I turn my back on the Punaji when they need help. That is where I’m going. And as far as I’m concerned, everyone here has the right to co if they choose to exercise it.”
“I swear,” Style muttered, shaking her head. “A thorn in my ass to the very end.”
“You realize, kid,” Tricks said quietly, “that not everybody is secretly a paladin. The kind of trouble that you exist to stamp down gets regular people killed. How many friends are you looking to lose today?”
“If you can persuade them not to co,” she whispered, “do. Please.”
“We’ve had this out already,” Tallie said, much more firmly. “This isn’t the big bad paladin ordering us to fight. We’re Guild, Boss; nobody orders us to do jack shit.”
Style cleared her throat pointedly.
“What’re you grunting about?” Darius snorted. “It’s true and you know it. You complain about it often enough.”
“Historically speaking,” Layla added, “paladins do not operate alone; they have usually been the focus of adventurer teams. Three thieves and a witch makes for pretty good backup, I’d say.”
“Apprentice thieves!” Style grated.
Tricks shook his head, but held up a hand. “Technically, I do have the prerogative to forbid you from going.” He gave Style a long, pensive look. “But…we’re not big on technicalities here, are we?”
“You have got to be fucking kidding ,” she said incredulously.
“A great doom is coming,” the Boss murmured. “Shit’s going down, Style. I’ve heard from the Big Guy himself about our pet paladin, here. The word is to give her space to do what she wants, unless she gets into sothing we specifically cannot support. This is Guild retribution of exactly the kind our very few doctrines support. If any thieves want to have her back, apprentice or no… They’re cleared to go.”
Style turned her back, cursing monotonously under her breath.
“But you,” Tricks said grimly to Trissiny, “just keep in mind that raising a fist in defiance is the why but not the how of Eserion’s people. You assess the situation, you act with strategy, and you don’t take needless risks with our people’s lives.”
“You don’t need to tell ,” she replied, “but I appreciate that you did, nonetheless. I don’t plan to lose anybody else, today.”
“Yeah?” he shot back. “Did you plan to lose Ross?”
“Okay, that was not necessary,” Schwartz snapped. esie hopped onto his head and chittered angry agreent.
“It’s not wrong, though,” Trissiny said quietly. “Anything could happen. In war, people die.”
“You gotta trust us on this, Boss,” Tallie said, wearing a grim little smile. “I’ve been thinking on it all the way over. The biggest advantage of having our very own paladin isn’t even her capacity to break shit: it’s that with her riding at the head, nobody’ll even see us coming.”
Tricks heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes. “She said, in the middle of the street.”
That prompted a round of winces and glances around. Actually his concern might have been overstated; most of the onlookers had left, either voluntarily or shooed away by enforcers, and nobody who remained was within earshot. What was left of the crowd was again generating enough typical city noise to cover their conversation.
“Hey, give her a break,” Darius said reasonably. “After all, we’re just apprentices.”
“How’s it look out there, Sanrachi?” one of the gathered soldiers asked rrily as their soaking-wet comrade entered the barracks.
“Fucking glorious,” she replied with the sa good cheer, settling onto one of the benches close to the fireplace and picking up a rag from the supplies laid out there. She began removing, drying and oiling her gear as she continued, not seeming to mind the rainwater that plastered her own clothes and hair. “It’s one of Naphthene’s own rages out there. I can’t believe you lazy sods are sitting around in here instead of out playing in the rain.”
“Yeah, well, you can go back out when your shift is over,” the lieutenant presently in charge said, looking up from his book and raising an eyebrow. “We’re all on standby. If that ans missing a really good blow, well, life’s hard.”
“Not !” another man called. “I haven’t missed a really good blow since I t Apta’s—”
“Yeah, yeah, my sister’s a whore, we’ve all heard it,” a fellow soldier grunted, tossing a boot at him without raising his attention from his ga of chess. “You need so new material.”
The small barracks was on the second floor of the Rock’s southern gatehouse, set inside the massive outer wall of the fortress itself. This was not the main troop housing, but served as a common area where soldiers stationed on gate watch gathered. At tis like this, the policy was to have enough troops on the ramparts to keep watch over the city, but more in reserve below not being distracted and tired out by having to remain alert in the middle of a storm. As much as Punaji enjoyed stormy weather as a rule, manning the top of a wall during a tropical gale as fierce as the one now raging could wear a person out. Sanrachi’s replacent had already gone above to relieve her, and another swap would take place in half an hour. With the weather this bad, the twelve soldiers patrolling the gatehouse’s towers would be rotated constantly, so there was always soone with fresh eyes on the city.
In theory, the Rock should have nothing to fear from the people of Puna Dara, but the very fact of the Punaji affinity for storms ant that watchers on the walls could not trust the weather alone to keep the gates clear, as might be the practice elsewhere.
“All quiet out there?” the lieutenant asked, then had to pause for a particularly loud clap of thunder. “…you know what I an.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sanrachi said, grinning. “The usual. So folks out in the street, but not a sign of these Rust bastards. I guess their na’s not a complete coincidence, huh? They seem shy about getting wet. So, uh…” She glanced curiously at so of the new arrivals, whose silver armor stood out strikingly among the Punaji uniforms. “What brings you out here, Sisters? I heard you were honored guests of the royal family.”
“That’s the theory,” Ephanie said lightly, “but we’re letting our LT hog all the honor. Honestly, you know how it is. We all complain about the digs we’re assigned, but put on plush carpeting and silk sheets and I’m afraid to touch anything. I have no idea which one’s even the shrimp fork.”
“Shrimp fork’s the one you use to stab the shrimp who complains about what fork you’re eating with!” shouted the man who’d made the crack about Apta’s sister, earning a round of guffaws.
“Well, you’re welco in here,” the lieutenant said, smiling warmly at her. In fact, Ephanie in particular had been the focus of a fair amount of attention from most of the n and several of the won stationed in this gatehouse. “Good company’s always appreciated. We don’t even mind you sharing the rations; we don’t go hungry around here.”
“Aw, we wouldn’t wanna be a burden,” Casey said cheerfully. “That’s why we keep Lang around! Soone so terrible at cards can’t help but make us friends.”
rry scowled at her, slapping her handful of cards down on the table amid the laughter of the rest of the poker players. Indeed, her stack of pennies was the smallest by a wide margin. “I fucking knew it! That’s it, soon as we’re back in Tiraas I’m putting in a requisition for co compensation.”
While the joking and laughter carried on, Ephanie politely extracted herself from the lieutenant’s attention and went to join Nandi, who was standing by one of the windows, staring out at the storm with a slight frown.
“All right, Shahai?” she asked softly. “I’ve never known you to be bothered by a little thunder and lightning.”
“It isn’t that,” Nandi said slowly. “I can almost hear…sothing.”
Ephanie’s eyebrows drew together pensively. “Can you be a little more specific?”
“I wish I could, Avelea. I cannot pick it out, but I have the sense that there is a background sound that…” She trailed off, then finally tore her eyes from the window to look at Ephanie directly. “Elven hearing is a matter of focus. Discerning as many sounds as we do, we’d go mad from over-stimulation if we did not learn to tune most of it out. There is an art to hearing almost everything in one’s vicinity and deciding, subconsciously, what is important. Sotis the fact that this is art and not science works against us. Sothing is nagging at , and I cannot fix my attention upon it. The storm and the soldiers, obviously, do not help.”
“I’ve never seen you do that, either,” Ephanie said, studying her. “You have a great deal of experience to draw on, Shahai. Is this ringing any bells at all? Anything you want to tell about?”
Nandi’s eyes had narrowed in concentration, tracking to the side as she listened, but at that she fixed her gaze back on Ephanie’s. “It’s nothing I would be comfortable initiating action based upon, but… My experience has been that when I have this sensation, it ans soone nearby is attempting to be very stealthy, aware that an elf can hear them. Stealthier than a normal human is capable of being.”
Ephanie nodded slowly. “All right. Thanks for the warning; I’ll discreetly notify the others to be on the alert, but I don’t think we want to spook the local troops just yet.”
“No…tell their lieutenant, at least,” rry said, having abandoned the last of her pennies and joined them in ti to catch the latter part of their exchange. “We’re not the big damn heroes here, that’s those Last Rock kids and possibly Locke. We ca here to support the Punaji; I think it’s a bad idea to have the attitude that these troopers are yokels who can’t be trusted to take care of their own city. We should share intel that might be important. Uh, I an…ma’am.” She finished weakly, belatedly noticing Ephanie’s very pointed stare.
“Mouth off like that in front of anyone, Lang, and I’m gonna have to land on you,” Ephanie said dryly, “but with that said, you are dead right and I thank you for the reminder. Just learn to watch your tone. Most of the Legions do not share Locke’s idea of military comportnt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” rry said contritely.
Ephanie nodded to Nandi. “I’ll go have a discreet word with their LT. I’ve been getting the vibe he’d be happy enough to speak with in private. It should be his call what to tell his troops, if anything, and if he doesn’t believe , that’s that.”
“I find human soldiers are often impressed by ‘elf stuff’ to an almost superstitious degree,” Nandi said, her grave tone sowhat spoiled by the twitch of her lips. “Don’t hesitate to ntion the ears.”
Ephanie grinned and patted her shoulder. “Back shortly. Keep those ears perked and let know if you can pick anything important out.”
“Will do.”
Not even an elf could have heard the distortion of candle smoke, or even the movent of air as it was displaced by an invisible body in the rafters; with all the noise of the storm and the boisterous soldiers present, the hidden figure above managed to creep from beam to beam all the way to the stairwell door without drawing further attention.
Rather than risk opening it herself, she had to wait for the next shift change and slip out after the soldier who went to relieve his counterpart upon the battlents. It was a simple enough matter to trip him while he was opening the heavy wooden door, providing her with an opportunity to squeeze past and scamper almost silently up the stairs.
At the top, troopers were hunkered down against the battlents themselves, lifelines tied to their belts in case of soone being blown over the edge. With the wind roaring as it was, Kheshiri didn’t even try to unfurl her wings; she’d have been instantly picked up and hurled halfway to the Stalrange. Flattening herself against the floor and as close to the inner wall as she could, she made her way carefully across, mindful of both storm and soldiers, heading for the other gatehouse—the one not currently inhabited by an elf.
This delay had cost her ti. The others would be getting impatient; Shook could only take his frustrations out on her later, but if Khadizroth feared she had been intercepted he might go and do sothing unfortunate. She would have to move faster to get the gate open, which ant creating an opportunity rather than waiting for one.
The thought was enough to set her tail waving in anticipation.
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