Malphias
Kala liked stealing crowns.
There was something about the prestige of it that she well and truly enjoyed. Kings, Emperors, hell even whatever the fuck a Duke wore on his head was good enough for her. Most of the time they weren't even the most valuable thing in the place, but there was just a satisfaction to taking it.
This time she had her eyes on the crown of Volren Stonefist.
He was a man who claimed to be a King, though in truth his power only stretched to the edges of where the walls of his city extended. Nevertheless, Volren was a rich man, probably one of the wealthiest on the eastern part of the spine. He had made a fortune in running what are essentially protection rackets. He took in travelers who had gotten stuck in the Ixchel Wilds, exploited them, and then threw them into the iron mines when they couldn't pay their debts.
Effective strategy, one that had seen him become wealthy beyond all imagination, but also hated.
Kala wasn't targeting him for that reason, but it served her just as well.
For now she simply sat in the Red Rump, an Inn with scantily clad dancing girls as she waited for her contact here.
Kala liked stealing crowns.
There was something about the prestige of it that she well and truly enjoyed. Kings, Emperors, hell even whatever the fuck a Duke wore on his head was good enough for her. Most of the time they weren't even the most valuable thing in the place, but there was just a satisfaction to taking it.
This time she had her eyes on the crown of Volren Stonefist.
He was a man who claimed to be a King, though in truth his power only stretched to the edges of where the walls of his city extended. Nevertheless, Volren was a rich man, probably one of the wealthiest on the eastern part of the spine. He had made a fortune in running what are essentially protection rackets. He took in travelers who had gotten stuck in the Ixchel Wilds, exploited them, and then threw them into the iron mines when they couldn't pay their debts.
Effective strategy, one that had seen him become wealthy beyond all imagination, but also hated.
Kala wasn't targeting him for that reason, but it served her just as well.
For now she simply sat in the Red Rump, an Inn with scantily clad dancing girls as she waited for her contact here.