Act VI: Conversational Plot
"Milady, I'm so sorry to interrupt but the news I bring will surely delight you."
Henquel, Cinder's official diplomat announced.
It was just after dinner in Castle Svanhilt. Zerran along with her loyal companions were still having a sip from their wine. There were slight disgust on their faces as none of them really enjoyed the sight of their gloated diplomat.
"Yes, what is it, Henquel?"
"Our spies have found the man you were looking for."
"Really… So where is he?"
"Right now he's having a drink at the Ticktop Tavern."
"Oh?... Is that so? Well done, Henquel... You're excused."
The diplomat made an unnoticeable hint of irritation as he nodded his head and went away.
"Why do you keep that old gloat anyway, Zerran, it's not like we need him that much." Her right hand man muttered.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Letrall. We do need him. His 'propaganda works' seem to do the job."
Zerran continued.
"He does his speeches very well and when he became our diplomat… positive remarks were heard about our guild and recruitment statistics went up."
Her sister couldn't just stay quiet anymore. The silent priestess had to blurt something out.
"But sister! He is also one of the biggest slime in Prontera!"
"Now, now sister… I know his lust for you hasn't even inched a bit… But don't worry, the moment he lays his slimy hands on you… I will personally guarantee I won't stop till every inch of his gloated body turns to ash."
"Not to mention his desire for wealth" Letrall added.
Zerran did make a miniature laugh but continued on with the subject.
"Look… not only we, but I think the whole Cinder members resent him. Fine, I'll make you a promise. If I can find a suitable replacement for him, I promise to personally kick him out of the guild instantly."
She turned and gave a wondering look at Armallion.
"So what about you, Armall? No comments whatsoever?"
"I just resent his gluttonous habit that's all…"
Zerran gave another quick laugh; took a sip from her wine and moved on to another subject.
"Okay, enough with this tiring subject. Let's move on to a much more important matter."
She continued.
"Armallion, I think it's time we gave this Ticktop Tavern a visit…"
"We'll go with you." Letrall intruded.
"No, no, Letrall. Armallion would be enough. You and my sister stay here in the Castle."
The Ticktop Tavern was one of the most popular taverns in Prontera. With complete collection of drinks and large variety of food, the tavern is usually crowded and noisy. But even the loudest of noise can still be softened by the guild mistress' presence.
As the famed guild mistress entered the tavern; along with her trusted bodyguard, all forms of roars and laughter that were usually heard from drunken men vanished in just an instant.
"Oh come on, boys. Go on with your little party… Don't let little o' me poop your fun." The guild mistress announced with a sarcastic smile.
'What the hell's she doin' here?' People began thinking.
"Boys, boys, boys… have your fun. I'm just here for business, that's all."
As she was enjoying the torment she's causing at the bar, she suddenly eyed a lone figure at the back of the tables; in an area darker than the usual ambience.
'Well now… that has got to be him.'
