(Sorry for the long break! Been a heck of a couple years but I will keep trying to finish all of my stories)
Reaver stared coldly at the group standing before him in his office, his eyes narrow as he looked them over. While he didn't plan on giving the King what he wanted he wanted to know that the princess would be safe. He had a general idea of where she would go first, somewhere not close enough to Bowerstone for her brother to notice whatever she was doing. He also knew the man Walter well enough to know he would try to build the princess an army before they acted. Soldiers never change. This worked in the benefit of the princess but worked against his hope to keep her safer than she would be walking through the wilds of Albion. His eyes looked into the leader of the group's, the buff man clearly unnerved at being in front of Reaver himself. The look of fear brought a cold smile to his lips as he stood from the seat behind his desk, his cane tapping against the wood of the majestic desk. "Well... I do hope you are actually what I am looking for. Searching outside of Albion for help is expensive and does not work if the help is lackluster."
The man stepped back as Reaver stepped around, his eyes the only thing giving away his emotions as the blank faced man met Reaver's eyes. "Depending on what you want us to do we are more than worth the coin."
"Let us hope so. Princess Mia has runaway from home. Most mercenaries are told by the king to bring her home. You will be working for me so you will do as I want you to do." Reaver said, allowing his persona of the foppish sadist to shine for the moment. He could see the confusion on the man's face as he sat n the edge of his desk, his eyebrow raising as he waited for the buffoon to ask the obvious questions.
"If we aren't to capture her and bring her back then what are we to do?"
"I want her kept safe without anyone knowing what you are up to. I know the general region she most likely is at. I want you to infiltrate the mercenaries out in that region and the royal guard and disrupt any attempts to capture or harm her. Simple enough isn't it?" Reaver answered plainly, making sure to keep his cold smile on his lips. He knew these kinds of men. Some were honorable but honorable men did not go against kings and he found the one group outside of the kingdom that would. The issue is if they were not okay with being paid to be bodyguards or thought themselves beyond his reach if she was harmed. "Of course that simplicity has a very painful consequence if anyone should hurt her that is a part of your group."
At the mention of painful consequences every member of the group flinched and shifted where they stood, his meaning most likely going over their heads but threatening enough their imaginations took over. His eyes caught on a sullen youth in the back that didn't seemed phased by his threat, instead looking bored with the whole thing. His smile became a sadistic smirk as he raised his pistol and shot right beside the boy's head. "Young man I do not miss unless I mean to. You seem bored. Believe me if she falls to harm because of you not paying attention you will not be bored ever again."
The coldness of his tone, as well as the fact he had gave a warning shot seemed to send the appropriate amount of chills down the spines of the group. He lowered his gun and looked to the leader and lifted his cane, tapping the man's chin. "I pay half now and half when things finally pop off. If one hair on her head is harmed I will show each and every member of your group why I do not allow failure. Understood?"
The man swallowed and nodded fast, the act making a real, though still sarcastically cold, smile cross Reaver's cheeks before he waved a hand at them. "Barry Hatch, my butler, has all the details you need. Tatty-Bye. ….. Oh one more thing. Breath a word to the king and he will be the last of your worries."
They pause and nod before heading out of Reaver's office, the youngest trailing at the back yet hunched over and trying to appear small. Waiting till all of them had left, he lifted the Spire statuette and narrowed his eyes as he peered into it. "Theresa my dear old hag. You and I need to speak. Soon."
