Kenyatta studies you all intently and then invites you into an adjacent room, “Where it is more private." He closes the door to the room and offers you a drink. "I may indeed know of such things. What is your interest in this, if I may ask?
"The Carlyle Massacre." Rachel says flatly. "You came highly recommended."
Kenyatta studies you all intently. "Are you detectives perhaps?" he asks. "This is a subject that is not spoken of in public."
"Nothing of that sort," Rachel waved, suddenly glad Gustav wasn't around. "Private researchers."
"We came here, as a favor per se." TJ says.
"Favour?" replies Kenyatta
Rachel raises an eyebrow at TJ and motions for him to answer the gentleman's question.
"Well, in my case, I'm just here to accompany these folks out of a favour," TJ gestures at everyone. "But I wonder how you can help us."
Art chimes in "We are doing follow up on the Carlyle murders we believe the Bloody Tongue is involved and that they are responsible for the murder of our friend Elias Jackson”
"Our research led us to you a highly regarded local figure, who we believe may be able to help us on our venture”
"Murder?!" exclaims Kenyatta. "I'm so sorry. I had a feeling he would meet a violent end. The cult has eyes and ears everywhere."
“It is a deeply saddening and heartbreaking turn of events which is why in his memory we arrive here in search of answers”, says Art.
"'I would, he said, always have a place in Nairobi,' is what I believe Jackson said," Rachel added. "Now we'd like to know if that offer still stands. We need your help to understand this better."
“Please, says Kenyatta. “Tell me how you come to be here. And let's drink to his memory. I will of course help you as best I can.”
“The exquisite and lovely Rachel can better fill you in on the full details, my good sir” replies Art.
Rachel tells him the short version of events, cutting out the more hair-raising parts, worried that it might scare Kenyatta before he could tell them what they need. "With all this, you can understand why time is of the essence. What is the Cult of the Bloody Tongue? Why do the tribes fear it? Where did it come from, if this god of theirs isn't from Africa?"
“These old ways are cruel,” says Kenyatta, “and my knowledge of them imperfect. More than 20 years ago I fled my home where I heard many such stories, for my grandfather was a great
murogi, a diviner. I have tried to leave that world behind, and to enter yours. How ironic that, as I strain towards your heritage, you reach towards mine.”
He thinks for a while. “Much of what you say I do not understand, and even more of it I find hard to believe. But I perceive something about your group. Perhaps traces of my grandfather cling to me. If you are willing, you should meet the great Bundari. It is from him that I learned of the Bloody Tongue. I did not send Jackson Elias to him, for Jackson seemed doomed to me, and I could not burden my friend with such a difficult gift. But your destinies are unfinished; perhaps you have great victories to live for. Or, perhaps, you will undergo tragedies as terrible as can befall mortal man.”
Rachel nods. "We'd like to meet up with the great Bundari. Where is he?"
"Please excuse me for a moment," says Kenyatta and rises from behind the desk. "I will need to make arrangements. it will only be a minute." He leaves the room.
Rachel stands up, pretends to admire a photo near the door, while putting her hand in her bag, gripping her knife tightly. She glances out the door to check if she can see Kenyatta from where she stands.
Kenyatta appears to have left the building but returns after a few minutes. He's together with a remarkably tall black man in white shirt and pants but without shoes.
Rachel relaxes, but doesn't let go of the knife in her bag, waiting for Kenyatta to introduce his companion.
Kenyatta returns, saying, “A friend waits for you outside. You must follow him at a distance. He will make sure you are not left behind. If he stops and waits, then you also must stop and wait. The door he enters will have yellow paint; that door you will enter also, swiftly and without hesitation. I am glad to have met you.” He holds out his hand to each of you.
The tall black man does indeed wait for you outside. He smiles and turns to walk away, as Kenyatta motions the investigators to follow the tall man, and calling out, “Good day, my friends.”
"I... didn't think we'd meet him so soon. We have companions that will have questions for him. Is it possible to call them?" Rachel asks, surprised. She finally lets go of her knife, slipping her hand out of her bag quickly.
"That's a good thing, right?" asks TJ of Rachel.
"Ah, of course," says Kenyatta. He speaks a few words to the tall man who nods. "He will be here waiting for you to return."
Rachel looks at TJ uncertainly. On one hand they could be walking straight into a trap. On the other hand, perhaps the man had the answers to their questions. Thankfully, she was saved from conveying her doubts by Kenyatta.
"We had better call the rest." Rachel calls the hotel and gives Gustav a quick update and insist they come quickly.
"Can you pick up some sort of gift for this great Bundari?” she adds. “I'm sure the hotel has something there."
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