Chapter 5
In reply to Titus Blackwell (msg # 149):
Brennan cranes his neck to look at the parchment as the woman scribbles upon it prior to admittance, then follows her into the room.
The governor's office is clearly not what Brennan was expecting, and it takes him a heartbeat or three to conceal that fact as he takes in the room.
"Good morning, your honor," Brennan says, using the appropriate honorific alongside a bow suitable for a southern governor of modest stature. "I'm Brennan Otthild, a scholar, linguist, and academic formerly in the service of one of Lord Bayton's bannermen. As your assistant may of mentioned, I am currently traveling to Losthelm under the patronage of the good Lord Fastbender."
He comes to within a respectful distance of the Governor, and bids the others to remain where they are -- knowing full well they may or may not heed him.
"It was my intention to merely pass through your fair domain, but we were accosted by bandits along the road. I won't bore you with the details, as your time is precious, but it did not end well for them."
"I have since learned that these bandits lived in the slums beyond your gates. They are branded with tattoos that are Fel in origin.."
Brennan looks gravely concerned at this point.
"My studies at the Academy in Galeena have left me well acquainted with Fel symbolism. These tattoos represent part of a ritual, I'm afraid. And it gets worse: the men received these tattoos at the urging of someone quite powerful here in town."
Brennan gauges the man's reaction to these details so far.
"Someone who isn't afraid to forge or steal the badge of office worn by your assistant and others who act in your honor's name. I found such a badge in the possession of a man named Keller, who was among the bandits who assailed us. I didn't know what it was, of course, until I encountered the same sigil being worn openly in the tavern last night. I questioned the man wearing it -- my curiosity got the better of me."
He clears his throat.
"It was fortunate that it did, your honor, for the man I questioned turned out to be the Master of the Hunt. On his advice, I sought out the counsel of the Master of the Guard this very morning. He identified the badge I found as a forgery and, after hearing my tale, asked me to examine a corpse in the local jail. I agreed to do so, and I tell you, that body is marked with the same tattoo that the bandits wore."
"We spoke a while longer, but ultimately the master of the guard suggested that if I wanted to help with this matter in any official capacity, I should speak with you first. Never one to buck proper protocols, I agreed. And so, here I am."
Brennan lowers his voice slightly.
"I've heard about the kidnappings and disappearances, your honor. I'm afraid this isn't a ransom situation or the work of barbarians or slavers or the like. You have cult activity afoot. At least one of the missing girls has already been murdered in a ritualistic manor. She is likely neither the first nor the last to suffer this fate."
He looks at the Governor carefully, then nods toward the map on the wall.
"I've learned along the road that even Lord Garr has recently found himself assailed by demonic forces. The cults are becoming reckless and bold."
"My Lord Fastbender does not believe in coincidences -- only opportunities. He would not mind if I were to enter into your service for the purposes of resolving this calamity befalling your domain.
He offers an assuring smile.
"That's the short of it, but this is just the greens of a very long carrot, your honor. As eager as I am to explore Losthelm, the ruins will still be there to study after this matter is resolved. I simply couldn't depart here with an easy mind without first offering to do what I can to assist. As I'm sure you'd agree, those with the ability to render aid should strive to do so."
Brennan says the next bit more softly than the rest.
"All for the one, young and old. Isn't that right?"
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