Chapter 5
It was long after sunset when a figure clad in all black appeared in the doorway to a cellar in the back districts of Toulon. The figure moved through the streets, his eyes flashing red whenever the lights caught them. When he reached a tavern that was particularly loud he stopped and stepped over to the window box. The plants in it had long since died and nobody had made the effort to remove them but the albino was not interested in the foliage. He dug down to the very bottom of the box then pulled out a small bag that made gentle chinking sounds as it moved. This window box, was, or had been, one of Silas's secret gold stashes but now he had need for the money and so he deserted it. He began moving again, not back to the cellar, not yet.
Brona let out a sigh of relief when he saw the figure of the assassin in the doorway. He had been guarding Kayth since Silas left, almost three hours ago and he was starting to get agitated. When the prisoner had awoken he had threatened and yelled to no end, until his former employee had threatened to cut out his tongue. He then resumed his threats and protests but in a whisper, or a low growl. Brona had been forced to put up with this the whole time. He was now looking forward to going home to rest, in silence. Brona said goodbye after he had asked if Silas would still be here in the morning, the reply was affirmative, he would not have time to set up the necessary tonight but he would definitely be gone tomorrow night.
Silas now deposited the items he had been carrying on top of a crate, he had a rope, the coin purse he had earlier retrieved and a pot of the glue shipmakers used that didn't dry until it was holding two things in place. He had also commandeered a ladder and placed it, hidden, near the sight of where his plan was to be carried out. Kayth had gone silent now, his fear and curiousity fighting a silent battle, in the end his curiousity won.
"What are you planning to do with me?" He had tried to mask the fear in his voice but had failed, dismally.
"Ah, Kayth, if I told you it would ruin the surprise. And I'm not going to tell you anyway so don't you worry yourself about it." Silas finished the bread and cheese he had been eating and proceeded to set upon some dried beef.
"You won't get away Silas, this is foolishness, they will have put a price on your head, guards will be looking for me. How can you possibly escape?" Kayth said this with the colour returning to his cheeks slightly and some of his damaged faith in his position restored.
"Yes. There is a price on my head at present, I believe it is three thousand gold pieces. Before this adventure, it was only eight hundred! You are good for my business Kayth. You are also right in your presumption that it impossible for me to escape with you. But what will happen, my high-priced captive, if they find you, but not the kidnapper? And what if, by that time, the kidnapper is long gone?" Silas said this with a faint smirk coming to his lips. He had not planned to reveal his plan, in any way to Kayth but the temptation was too much.
"The I will fund a search party to find you, no matter how far you go!"
"Do you know how many search parties and police task forces have been sent after me Kayth? No? Perhaps how many men have returned home from those parties? I will tell you that it is not a great number." This silenced Kayth and the albino, now angered with Kayth and himself settled down in a corner where he could see his prisoner and the door. Soon, he thought to himself, soon I will find it, soon it will be mine and mine alone. Then he drifted into an uneasy sleep.