Jace POV:
After passing through the Gate, I found myself on the city streets of Ravnica. I decided to rent a hotel room for a few days, and after checking in, and paying with the money Lord Bolas supplied me with, I settled into the room. It was a fancy room, with plenty of champagne, and a wonderful view of the city below. I cracked open a bottle of champagne and sat down on the bed. After a few drinks, I decided to go to sleep.
After about a week of searching, I have finally managed to locate the Dinrova Building. I walk inside, and go right up to the clerk at the counter. He is a sly-looking man, and something tells me that he is slightly less then trustworthy. I approach the man and say,
"Hello. I would like an audience with your guildmaster, please." The man's fake smile disappeared, and he scowled at me.
"No one gets an audience with our guildmaster, get lost guy." he said. I then heard something in my head. Who does this guy think he is? Asking for an audience with Lazav!? Out of the question. Well, let's just hope he leaves me alone. I panicked for a moment, trying to figure out who said that, until I realized that it was what the attendant was thinking. I then remembered Lord Bolas saying that he had given me the power of mind. Cool! I thought. Then, Lord Bolas spoke to me. Protégé, I shall now give you the secret phrase that will allow you access to Duskmantle. Tell the attendant, "The mind is a terrible thing to waste." He will then give you the map to the guildhall. The rest is up to you. Alright, I thought let's try this. I leaned closer to the attendant and whispered,
"The mind, is a terrible thing to waste." His eyes widened, and he spoke.
"Very well, sir. Here you are." He handed me a pamphlet with an advertisement for "Utvarian Swine Meat. Half-Price!" I smirked, and walked out of the building. As soon as I walked out the door, the writing immediately changed, giving me instructions to Duskmantle. After hours of walking, I finally found myself in a dark alleyway. I was confused. Now, young one, you must speak your intent, and the passage shall reveal itself. Lord Bolas spoke in my mind. I concentrated.
"I seek an audience with the guildmaster Lazav, in order to discuss future relations with the Dimir." I said. I waited, until finally, a passageway opened up, and a hidden staircase was revealed. I walked down the stairs, and found myself in a dimly-lit room, with a large throne, and a smaller throne next to it. Suddenly, out of the shadows, a man appeared. He was wearing a red cloak, with a hood concealing his eyes. He sat on the throne, and I bowed. "Lord Lazav," I said. "My master, the Great Nicol Bolas has asked me to come and seek an audience with you, so that we may become allies."
"Very well." Lazav said. "Lord Bolas is an old friend of mine, and I would very much like to ally myself with him. Is there anything you need done in particular?"
"Yes, my Lord. Lord Bolas has asked me to inspect the city, as he believes an enemy lurks among one of these ten guilds. I ask you to assist me in finding information about this enemy." I said.
"Very well." Lazav replied. "I shall allow you to work with my most skilled assassin." He then stood up, and called out, "Azwraith!" Another man appeared form the shadows. He was wearing a black and blue hooded cloak with the Dimir signet on the back. His hood covered most of his face. He bowed before Lazav.
"You called, my Lord?" he said. Hmmm, that voice sounds familiar. I thought. I knew I had heard that voice somewhere, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Yes, Azwraith. This man seeks alliance with House Dimir, in order to locate an old enemy of his master. You shall go with him to meet with Lord Bolas, and then you shall scout the city." Lazav said.
"Very well, my Lord." Azwraith replied. He turned to me. "Lead the way." he said.
"Alright." I replied. "But I will have to planeswalk, so hold on to my arm." I said. Azwraith smirked.
"That won't be a problem, for I too am a planeswalker." My eyes widened. I snapped my fingers and opened a vortex, and beckoned for him to follow. I stepped into the portal, with Azwraith behind me, and we went to the Realm of the Gates.
After reaching the Realm of the Gates, Azwraith followed me to the Gate that led to Lord Bolas's realm. It was locked, and only Lord Bolas and I had a key. I unlocked the Gate, and led Azwraith through. There was a flash of light, and we found ourselves in Lord Bolas's throne room. I jumped the rocks that led up to his throne, and bowed. Azwraith followed suit.
"I have accomplished my mission my Lord." I said. "Lazav has agreed to assist us, and sent his most accomplished assassin to aid us in our search." There was a bang of thunder, and a flash of light, and when it cleared, Lord Bolas was sitting on his throne in front of us.
"You have done well, protégé." He said. He then turned to Azwraith. "Please remove your hood, young one. It is impolite to cover one's face"
"I apologize, my Lord." Azwraith said. "However, I wish to keep my identity secret for personal reasons."
"That is acceptable. However, I already know who you are, so there is no point in hiding your face." Lord Bolas responded. Azwraith nodded, and dropped his hood. I gasped.
"Jason?!"