Outer Oban - The Lavasque Estate
"I did tell him there was an easier way of doing this, my Love." Erodin said, letting his chin rest in his hand as he leaned back on the plush bench of the carriage. His mask sitting besides him as he stared at his companion opposite him. Both of them wore clothes befitting that of nobility, no weapons visible, though he had a knife tucked away within his coat.
A sigh escaped him.
"We could have slaughtered the whole party in minutes, and the dead would have told me all we wanted." Between the two of them it wouldn't have taken long. In fact, they wouldn't have needed to be present at all. The Wights could have attended the task while he and Amelie sipped wine within the vineyards of the Estate. A pleasant evening celebrating under the stars, instead of one spent surrounded by gaggles of infuriatingly insipid nobles. "But, it seems our Archon is rather bent on 'not creating an incident'."
Erodin rolled his eyes. "I think he presumes that the Nobles of Oban might one day be an ally."
Not a terrible notion, the rich always did try to glom onto whatever power they could not, but the folly would be in assuming they would choose Gilram over the Great Houses of Vel Anir.
"Ah well, better a Masquerade than one of those terrible Operas." At least he wouldn't have to deal with some horrid woman screeching at the top of her lungs, never once had he managed to enjoy those.
The task was easy enough. Somewhere within the crowd tonight there was a man, not from Oban himself, who knew the location of a ring. They would not know if he carried it with him, nor if it would be half a world away, all that mattered was that he knew where it was. Which of course, meant Amelie was the perfect person to dig it out of him.
Of course, there was one other thing they would have to find out before the end of it all; what the ring actually did.
"I've never seen him so cagey." Erodin said, no small amount of amusement playing over his face. "He either doesn't know himself, or didn't want me to know."
"I did tell him there was an easier way of doing this, my Love." Erodin said, letting his chin rest in his hand as he leaned back on the plush bench of the carriage. His mask sitting besides him as he stared at his companion opposite him. Both of them wore clothes befitting that of nobility, no weapons visible, though he had a knife tucked away within his coat.
A sigh escaped him.
"We could have slaughtered the whole party in minutes, and the dead would have told me all we wanted." Between the two of them it wouldn't have taken long. In fact, they wouldn't have needed to be present at all. The Wights could have attended the task while he and Amelie sipped wine within the vineyards of the Estate. A pleasant evening celebrating under the stars, instead of one spent surrounded by gaggles of infuriatingly insipid nobles. "But, it seems our Archon is rather bent on 'not creating an incident'."
Erodin rolled his eyes. "I think he presumes that the Nobles of Oban might one day be an ally."
Not a terrible notion, the rich always did try to glom onto whatever power they could not, but the folly would be in assuming they would choose Gilram over the Great Houses of Vel Anir.
"Ah well, better a Masquerade than one of those terrible Operas." At least he wouldn't have to deal with some horrid woman screeching at the top of her lungs, never once had he managed to enjoy those.
The task was easy enough. Somewhere within the crowd tonight there was a man, not from Oban himself, who knew the location of a ring. They would not know if he carried it with him, nor if it would be half a world away, all that mattered was that he knew where it was. Which of course, meant Amelie was the perfect person to dig it out of him.
Of course, there was one other thing they would have to find out before the end of it all; what the ring actually did.
"I've never seen him so cagey." Erodin said, no small amount of amusement playing over his face. "He either doesn't know himself, or didn't want me to know."