Re: Tavern Talk II (OOC)
Oh, Keys, I like the cut of your jibberish. Mind if I refine that a little bit?
I know we're in the OOC thread but when I think about this in the shower, it's easier to articulate IC. Call it an apocryphal scene if it's not the direction we want to go...
Nicolai steadily pans his gaze across around the ill-furnished room in one of Toesplitter's innumerable safehouses. This particular site is the storeroom of a ropewalk, its air heavy with hemp dust and tar. It's a completely legitimate business - and one, the once-and-future crown agent notes, that's remarkably susceptible to fire if evidence disposal becomes imperative. But at least the floor isn't covered with canvas tarpaulins...
"Kreyg launched his gambit," he begins, "because he believed no one would oppose him. Because Balefyre's reputation is that of the Unsettled East. The frontier. A lawless place." He tilts an ironic nod to the meeting's diminutive host. "My intent is to rid the city of the Bloodforged while simultaneously demonstrating to all the powers of the Inner Sea that the rule of law holds here." The balance at this stage is precarious, and he pauses until he sees Toesplitter's minuscule nod - an acknowledgement that he understands business can and will continue in such a city.
"Kreyg is a mercenary. He came here under contract, and he's ruined his company's reputation through breaching that contract. A seizure of praxis here was a huge gamble. He and his men are about to lose it all. No one but the most desperate or foolhardy will hire the Bloodforged now. His officers and senior sergeants know this and they're desperate for a way out. It's filtering down to the line troops even now."
He sips from the goblet in front of him and smiles thinly. "So I propose to offer them a way out. We offer them safe passage to a destination of their choice, anywhere on the Inner Sea. They keep their gear." He sees Commandant Overmark's face cloud and raises a hand to quell her protest. "They keep their gear because they'll need it to continue their trade. They turn over any plunder taken during their stay here, and they give us Kreyg. A gracious and forgiving Council gives them a writ acknowledging that the coup attempt was Kreyg's alone, holding no other officer of the Bloodforged to blame."
He swivels his gaze to the Vernar Vander. "Kreyg stands trial for breach of contract. Here, but under Tokari law, as he insisted the contract be written when you hired him." His eyes are cold, a reminder that he hasn't forgotten who actually solicited the Bloodforged in the first place.
He holds up a finger. "That's his first choice." He pauses. "Or." A second finger rises. "We will arrange the death of the Varimori emissary. In public. By Kreyg's own hand. And we will notify the Varimori court of the deed."
His face is impassive, but he flicks an inner smile toward Corros, whose witchery is critical to the bloody side of the coin. Wait for it...
Toesplitter and Vander are too professional, in their own ways, to rise to the obvious showman's bait. Breakwater, while a savvy businessman, is still a skeptic when it comes to the Ardani's tradecraft. "That's a mighty fine shroud to be fittin' the albino with," he grumbles, "but he's not that stupid. Twice not if you warn him."
"Ah, but it'll be a mighty small shroud," Nicolai returns. "Our Varimori's already been a turtle. When he becomes a raven..." On its own unspoken cue, one of Nicolai's corvine accomplices hops to his shoulder and chuckles disquietingly, "and my agents here harry him into the presence of a Kreyg who's already hanging by a hair, the execution will be reflexive and terminal."
His face hardens. "Now, they might try to flee with Kreyg. In which case we bribe the sahuagin to interdict them. I understand they've been cultivating Sylky Styg. He can tell them exactly what that means."
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