Re: Chasing Trinia
Tarrov sat back in his chair, his face impassive as he listened to Kroft give her spiel. He wasn’t too happy with what they had learned about the queen. He didn’t really care about her sexual proclivities; gods knew he’d met all kinds in the entertainment business. But it was never good when anyone in authority allowed those proclivities to affect their staffing decision, and that went double (or perhaps triple) for a royal.
And since their entire group was made up of men, it seemed doubtful that they’d have the kind of inside track to royal favor for which Tarrov had hoped. He sighed. Why can’t things ever be easy, he complained silently, allowing himself to indulge in a brief bout of self-pity.
He looked back at Kroft as she talked. He wondered exactly how straightforward the Marshal was being with them, given what they now knew about the queen. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. They needed to watch themselves, or they could end up in a precarious situation. A very precarious situation indeed.
If they weren’t already there.
Tarrov didn’t like where things seemed to be heading. A poisoned king. An extracted confession. And a girl on the run who might or might not have had anything to do with the poisoning at all. A girl who might be torn to bits by an angry mob to further the inscrutable interests of nobles who had spread her name among the masses. Tarrov drummed his fingers on the chair. It offended his sense of justice. Those in authority shouldn’t be allowed to abuse it like that.
Tarrov sat up. “I’m in as well,” he said, nodding at Vaddis. “But I think the rest of our group will be concerned with, how can I put this, remuneration. What exactly is it you are offering for our services?”
OOC: How much of a bonus are we talking here?
Also, what happened to Malder? Did he take off for parts unknown, or . . . ?