Even the blind could feel the tension that filled the dark cavern of the Brotherhood. A dance of knives and wits took place every day, and every day the wits were stripped down further to reveal the throbbing nerves. Cicero and Astrid's "polite talks" were becoming more and more ugly the longer the Jester stayed. Right after one where it seemed as if something would break, Hesara put her plan into motion by meeting Cicero near the Night Mother's coffin. No words were said, none were needed, and Hesara left only a small piece of paper with her needs written on it. After a quick scan, the Jester rolled it up into the finger of his glove for safekeeping. He disappeared a few days later.
"Thank the Sands," the old Redguard murmured more than once, every time he seemed to enter a room. Astrid seemed to second that notion. Hesara was able to catch a few glances of her becoming more and more relaxed the longer Cicero was gone. Just as expected.
Author's Note:
Sorry this is such a short chapter. I wanted to let you guys know 3 things...
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