The Jellicle's Creed
IV
Family Ties
Extracts from the journal of Munkustrap Grayhame
Seqeunce 01
Memory 03: The Heart of the Fire
18 May 2011
1
Two more funerals today, of the two soldiers who were stationed on the grounds. As far as I knew, Fathers gentleman, and my teacher, Mr Tuttlewood was present at the first funeral for the captain, whose name I never knew. But nobody from our household attended the funeral for the other soldier., as far as I know, nobody attended the service for the second soldier. A very unknown, swarthy looking man he was.
There is so much loss and sadness around my family right now. It is as if nothing else can take hold and keep our minds focused off our pain for long enough, as callous as it sounds.
2
Two days after my father and I had our conversation about the Book we had bought from Mr Goldman, Mr Goldman himself, in the flesh came calling at our house. He said he was there to teach me the words I was unable to understand. At first I was nervous. But he saw in me a student who could be taught just about everything of anything. All I had to do, was want to learn what he was teaching me.
Which I did. I knew words that he knew, like Siamese, He was a Jellicle, but more well learned as my father had said. Mr Goldman was a Jellicle that knew letters, langauges that I never could hope to understand. It was because of that man, that Jellicle, that made me the tom I am today. A well learned one.
He soon became a regular at our house, when his shop closed for the day, around three in the afternoon. He came to our place for the rest of the afternoon to teach me the other langauges in the book. And not just those langauges either. But langauges that were offshoots of those in the books, along with langauges only Jellicles knew. Siamese, Javanese, even Catspeak and Tailspeak as well! Mr Goldman, I never got to learn his first name, the name my father called him.
But one thing I now know. He was my uncle. Which was weird, a piece of information, vital information. Something I was never told until far far later, after Father had died, after I was rescued by a unknown stranger that lived where I soon took as my own home. It soon became aparent to me that Mr Goldman, whom at times I called Mr Goldmane, because of his wild shock of golden hair. Mr Goldman was a blond haired fellow to the humans around us. Well to do also. He did not seem the least bit phased at that note from me either. He took it in stride, as if it were a compliment. He never even tried to correct my blunder of his name either.
Father was thrilled of Mr Goldman staying each afternoon to teach me. Honestly to say I was not thrilled was a wrong thought, I personally was exicted to be learning new langauges, things Mr Tuttlewood never taught, nor tried to teach me and my brother. Of us two, I became more cultured as Mr Goldman put it.
Which I think was a good thing. A very good thing.
3
About two years after Mr Goldman started teaching me the words, father started taking me into his study, the book was kept there. I knew where it was kept too. But on this occasion he had the book out on the table. Father often asked me what Mr Tuttlewood was teaching me, Once I told him, he always asked me "Why ?" As if questioning what I learned, and why I learned it. Nomatter what it was that I had learned from Mr Tuttlewood. Be it religeon, politics, mathmatics, or even writing and reading.
He always asked me that, "Why ?" Then when I told him, he'd sometimes say "That is what Mr Tuttlewood said or what you personally think ?" And on very rare occasions he'd say to me "We know what a tenth centery writer things, but what does one think, in here" he'd tap me lightly on the chest as he asked it. It was as if Father was trying to get me to think outside the box.
I soon realised what my father was getting at though. Mt Tuttlewood was teaching me facts and absolutes. My father wanted me to question them carefully. Who wrote this, who did that, why did they write or do what they did ? And why should I trust that man or woman ?
Father used to say to me as I was growing up in my learning. "To see differently, we must first think differently" One might think it stupid or silly, I sure did. I thought it was crazy at the time. But with my fathyers words, the mind of a child opened quite quickly for me to realise it.
Of course two weeks later I questioned Mr Tuttlewood, and earned a solid whack across the knuckles for it as well with his cane. He even said he'd tell my father about it. And he did. Later that evening, Father took me into his study. And, after closing the door, looked towards me and smiled, tapping his nose he said to me "It is often best, Munkustrap, to keep our thoughts to our selves, to hide in plain sight."
So I did. And I found myself looking at the people around me, trying to devine what they looked like on the inside, how they viewed the world, in a Mr Tuttlewood way, or in Fathers way. Of course, Mr Goldman often talked with my father. And in many cases father tried to riegn me in. But it did not work as well as they had hoped. Once I learned to think outside the box, and question everything in my mind, and never really voice it, I was hooked.
I was different.
I was dangerous.
4
Writing all this now seems silly to me, but at the time I knew I was getting 'too big for my boots' as Muriel said on occasion to my father. He just laughed and let the matter drop. In some ways mother was right. At just past twelve years of age and learning and questioning everything around me. Yes I was different, getting too old for my skills or whatnot.
It did not matter to me then, does not matter to me now. All that matters is what my father taught me to do. He taught me to question everything I learned. When I turned twelve years of age, father and Mr Goldman presented me with a hunting rifle. Each fall the three of us went hunting for two weeks out in the wilderness afterwards until Mr Goldman passed away. Sometimes, when practising with it, I often wondered if those Dawn kids were watching, envious of my new skills and items.
It had been over a year since I spoke with Tims eyeball at the gate. Over the many years I loitered there in the hopes of speaking to him again. But I never did hear from him. Father was forthcoming of everything about him execept certain things of before coming to St Andrews Sqaure. Nor would he speak of my mother or the romour presented to me by the boy at the gate.
For a long time I yearned for a friend, someone who was not a parent or nursemaid, I had plenty of those, I just wanted a friend, just a friend, nothing more nothing less. I had hoped Tim would be it.
But now it is not so
They will bury him tomorrow.
5
The way I found out about Tims passing was the day of my fathers funeral. You see, Mr Tuttlewood came over to my place, where I am currently staying, as he speaks with whom I am living with on a daily basis, he saw me. For a moment he thought he was seeing a ghost, and yet, I was alive, for the moment at least.
Once he got hold of himself, he smiled and spoke to me. "Ah, young master Grayhame, I have news for you from St Andrews Square, it is from the Baringtons. This wish to make clear that none from the Grayhame family be present at young Timothy's funeral today." He said
For a long moment I thought over those words. The only time I really spoke to Tim was through the gate keyhole behind the house. I found his body of course, After my thoughts of time to myself. I was not expecting to find the boy, well, teenager now. Dead as a doornail, the gate barely on its hinges, broken and bent. Burnt in some areas by a powerful torch.
Finally I mustered the words from my alcohol sodded brain "Thank you, Tuttlewood." The man gave a slight bow and left. For a long moment I stood there, staring at the space where Mr Puch Tuttlewood once stood. Finally my friend and saviour called out to me to close the door and help make lunch.
About an hour later I was out on the dock, I stood at the end of the dock for a long time alone. Thinking, I heard my fathers screaming, I heard old Gus screaming as well. Finally I just could not handle it anymore. I heard them all screaming in my head. It was just too much to bear.
Tugger was at the house. I heard him at the door. Speaking to Akilleis. I went silently to the side of the house, and there, with them downwind of me, and I out of smellshot of Tugger, heard the conversation clearly. "You are sure you have not seen him ?" My brother asked.
"I am quite sure young man. It is only I and my associates that reside here. We are not a public business, a law firm nor are we a police department." Akilleis said in reply to Tugger. My brother seemed agitated. I smiled, Akkleis hated it when people came looking for others around him, he made it clear he was not a police department nor was he a law firm to aid in cases of severe nature.
"It is important, it concerns home. Everyone is worried sick about him, and it is possible something may happen." my brother replied. I could see and hear his words and his expressions of what he was going through. "I need his help."
It was another voice that broke in. "Who is it at the door Akilleis ?" Asked a gruffer sounding voice. I saw another man come out, dressed in gray robes, one of a Mentor of some form. He was my savior from a few days before.
"A resident of St Andrews Square, Mentor." Akilleis replied with a bow towards the grey robed stranger.
"Ah, St Andrews, yes, A quaint town if I say so myself. " He said. The newcomer turned to Tugger, my brother, and asked him "So young one, what can I do for you today ? Trouble I hear comes from St Andrews Sqaure, trouble still in London as well. What can we here at Davenport Manor do for those of St Andrews Square ?" He bid my brother to come in. I heard them clearly as they moved into the front room of the house.
"It concerns my brother sir. He's missing, he left us three maybe four days ago. I tried to reason with him to stay, but he chose instead to leave." Tugger seemed worried about me. I could tell. I was going to try and talk to him alone later, the question was, when I could do that without the others seeing me.
Within a minute my brother left the Manor. He'd be back, I was sure of it. I needed to hide when he came by so he wasn't getting curious then normal.
As soon as my brother left the grounds I went in to the house from the back door at the kitchen. Two Jellicles were there, Akilleis and the mysterious Mentor, who was also my Savior three nights ago. At my unasked question my savior said to me "I tried to warn him Greystar, I tried to warn him. Yet he will not listen. He is too worried for his brother. A worrisome thought for naught though I wonder greatly."
When I pressed for more information, I was not given any. I instead went upstairs to sleep and think. And plan for tomorrow.
M.G.
Into the Belly of the Beast
Graymane Manor
Munkus had taken a walk, moving through the trees he wandered along a path well used, it ran along the fence; Then he spotted it not far away. A signal from the fenceline. He slid the book into his sack at his side and slid that onto his back. Chrouching low he moved through the garden at the back of the house and moved to the edge of it, he stared then in shock at what he found.
The gate between yards was broken open. Burned in places. Great. Just great. He went over to it and saw a body. He recognised the sightless lifeless eyes, at least one of them. The man that laid there before him was none other then Tim, the boy whose eyeball Munkus had spoken to fifteen years before!
Munkus bent down and trailed two fingers over Tims face, closing his eyes. "Rest in peace friend." As soon as he said that he noticed footprints in the mud at his feet. With the spring thaws, it made sense, He followed the footsteps, using his lightly trained skill taught him by his father, look beyond what he normally saw. Look within, then look at things from another light.
There, footsteps, two sets of them, heading for the backdoor of his house.
He moved in that direction. He ducked into the kitcken and saw Becky dead on the floor, a butchers knife in her back. It was all Munk could do to keep his lunch. He closed her sightless unstaring eyes. He ducked out of sight and grabbed the knife from her body as another voice broke in from the hall. "Find what we need, then torch it all! Take only what we need."
Two seconds later and he heard his fathers screaming. And that of Old Gus as they burned inside the study. Munku stepped into the hall and threw the knife, it lodged between the shoulders of one of the dark clothed men. He sank without a sound. Whatever sounds he made drowned out by the screams of his father.
Diving into the study he doused the fires on both Gus and his father, but he knew he was too late, his father was almost dead, his heart was cut. Munkus could see the same wounds on Gus as well. Their dying screams of horror.
Munkus went to his father and knelt at his side. "Father!" Time seemed to slow, Munkus looked around, the flames seemed to disappear, it was as if he were in a dreamworld of some kind.
Deuteronomy struggled to focus his eyes on Munkus, "Son, Is this heaven ? Are you dead too ?"
"No father I am alive. We both are, I can get a healer, I can get Ellen!" Munkus said
Deuteronomy shook his head "No son, listen to me, it is over. I'm going to join my fathers. And your mother. But before I leave you son, I want you to do me a favor."
Munkus grit his teeth, tears started to streak down his face. Finally he said through tightly grit teeth, "Name it father. And I will see it done. I promise."
Deuteronomy grasped his sons hand tightly, "Avenge me, avenge your mother. Avenge us. Do not let what I taught you go to waste. Question everything, look at everything in another light. Never forget what I taught you." It was getting harder for him to speak. "Put asdide the studying Son. Become who you were born to be!" With that Deuteronomy breathed his last.
Tugger came blasting in, his dark leather coat was bloodstained. "Munk! Bro! What's..." He faltered seeing his father dead, burned. "Nevermind, lets get them out, you got father ? I'll take gus. To the backyard, the fire is worse at the front. I got the last two before they could get to mothers bedroom jewelery"
With those words both toms picked up their fallen comrades and half dragged half carried them out of the now thick with smoke house. They had barely gotten everyone, all the servant,s the two soldiers, everyone out of the house, only Tugger and Munkus were the last two of the household to be left alive.
No sooner had they gotten the last of the servants out of the house in one piece and alive did the second floor cave in as the fire and heat exploded. Wonderful. Munkus stared at it for a long moment. "There goes home" He said sadly.
"There is still my place. When I saw the fire and unknown men coming out the front door I came right over. Had Milly not said anything you'd be a goner trying to get them out of the house alone!" Tugger said, he too watched as their home, the house they grew up in, burned to cinders. "Look Munku, I know you shared the place with dad, but you also have that spare room at my place. Come on, we can get them ready over there to. Find some sheets we can cover the dead with and so on." With that Munkus was stiffly lead from the backyard of his old home, to his brothers place.
Tugger Grayhames manor
A few hours later
Later that night, after the fire was put out by the fire department. Munkus was brooding in his brothers kitchen. The expansive place was not as large as his fathers kitchen, slightly smaller if that. His brother was a serious wine drinker and collector. Munkus found a farely new, less then two days old in fact, bottle of wine and opened it.
Why was he drinking ? He wanted answers, but all he could do was drink to kill his sorrows. Tugger came in the kitchen after finally getting his two twin girls to sleep. "You still up bro ?" He said seeing Munkus, staring out the window towards the expansive park across the street from his brothers backyard.
"Yeah" Munk finally said after a few minutes. "I'm still up." He took a long drink of the wine. "What are you still doing up ? The kids are in bed, the wife is also in bed. Waiting for you most likely." Munkus mumbled.
"I'm worried about you, Bro. You were with father more then I was." Tugger said "The way you two did things together, spoke to gether. Hell that last conversation we had with him, he spoke to you more then he spoke to me, like he favored you over me. Why was that ?"
"I do not know. But I do know this. I'm not staying here tonight. I can't stay here tonight. I need to leave. And quickly. Undercover of darkness seems best. Might hide out over at Casey's until I can think things out rightly." Munkus said.
"Leave. As in, now, as in not stay in St Andrews any longer ?" Tugger said confused.
"Yes. I'm going to leave. Now in fact." Munkus drained his glass. "You have the keys to my truck. If they are missing, it means I picked it up, leave it in its garage for now. I'll get it later. If anyone asks, I'm trying to think things out." With a pat on his brothers shoulder, Munkus left the house of his brother, hopped his brothers fence, and went int othe park beyond. Never looking back.
Tugger watched his brother leave, for all he knew, forever. A single tear trailed down his face. He blinked it away, locked back door, then unlocked it, he hung his brothers key on the key ring. Then he went to bed.
Elsewhere
Location unknown, London
The broad stairs lead ever downwards. Macavity, Marcus Darvine the second to his men stepped down them swiftly. Entering the main part of the house shortly after wards he dropped to one knee. Bowing he dropped one hand, knuckles to the floor "You summoned me Mother ?" He asked.
"Yes I did" She replied, his mother, a beautiful asian woman stepped into view. "Stand up son. You need not bow like that to me." Macavity stood as his mother directed. "Is it done ? Is Deuteronomy dead ?"
"Yes, and the old coot had a friend with him, Gus Ironfoot." Macavity replied, "Both are dead, their home also burns. My men never found what we sought within the house though. If you wish it I can have the m search the nearby homes to the old cinders pile."
"That will not be needed just yet my son. There is something else I want you to do." She replied.
"Name it mother." Macavity replied.
"Your father had two more sons shortly after we were disowned from his family. Given our ranking within the country, we are now quite powerful, use what you require to find and slay the two men known as Munkustrap Grayhame, your younger brother, and also Tugger Grayhame, your other younger brother. Use what you require, be it your own weapons, or an assassin sent to do it. The more of the family eliminated, the greater the share of the prize at the end."
"I agree mother. I agree completely. These two must be slain, their mothers, as you said before, have died already ?" Macavity said, already planning exactly what to do about those two troublesome toms. Unbeknowst to him however, Tugger had ordered well skilled soldiers to guard his home. Not the bar thugs he'd killed already at his fathers place.
"Yes, The mother of Munkustrap died shortly after the bastard tom was born. I made sure of it, I played part of midwife, poisoned her. The mother of Tugger however, passed away some time ago of natural causes I had nothing to do with, I merely saw the report of her passing in the news papers. How news of St Andrews Square and those that reside within it got into the papers we own as a family is beyond me." His mother said.
For long moments the two stood there. Meriam admired the gentleman her son had grown into. Seeing what he truly was as well. A handsome tom of ginger fur, striped in darker grinder red and brighter orange across his body. Her son, whom she called Macavity, known to her second husband as Marcus Darvine II.
"I think now is the time to make it offical son. As a Templar, there is one thing missing." She removed something from her finger, a ring. Lifting her sons left hand she slid the ring onto his finger saying "Above all else, you are my son, and as of right now, you are the Grand Master of the Templar Order. I hand my station as Grand Master to you with this ring."
Macavity looked at the ring on his finger, it glittered gold. He smiled, his mother continued, "May the Father of Understanding guide us" She said.
"May the Father of Underastanding guide us" Macavity replied. A wicked smile graced his face, now all he needed to do was get himself an assassin to take out his targets. Then his task was going to be easier. He bowed low to his mother and left the room. He went to the barracks where his men stayed, looking through their ranks he sought first a group of skilled killers, then walked among them.
All of the killers, nine in all, were Jellicles, and only two were female. "I have a task that must be done" He said with an air of one in command of a unit of powerful soldiers. "This task will take you to the ends of london, and across its breadth, and width. Its heights and depths. Let those that falter now, step back. Those that wonder more step forwards." Two toms stepped back, the rest stepped forwards.
Macavity smiled "My targets in question are two toms. Their names are Grayhames sons, Tugger Grayhame, and Munkustrap Grayhame. The sons of the late Deuteronomy Grayhame. I want these two brought to me dead. You will be paid well." He turned after his pacing, saying "Our of nine five remain. I see that troubles arise. Very well."
Macavity then went carefully down the line of assassins in his Templar Ranks. Coming to a rust red striped queen he stopped, "Your name pretty one ?" He asked her
She saw by the ring on his finger that he was the Grand Master, and rather then retort that her name was not Pretty One she said in reply "Voalle" Her cool clear blue eyes though betrayed anger.
"Voalle, nice name." Macavity said thoughtfully. "Very well it is decided. Voalle. Gather what gear you will need. The task is yours." Macavity told her, he turned to leave as a messanger pigeon appeared, he took the note. A smile graced his face as he read it.
He spoke anew as he refoled the note. "I suggest going after the silver one first, he is named Munkustrap Grayhame. It seems he has taken solace in a human wine. And has become quite addicted to it. In this drunken state, I think it will be best for you to take him down with out too much trouble. Observe him for a few days before striking, I want this to be quick and painless you understand."
"Yes sir" Voalle replied with a nod
"Now get going, don't return until Munkustrap is dead." Macavity said, "The rest of you, dismissed until further need" The other assassins bowed and left. Voalle remained for a moment longer as Macavity turned towards her directly, he spoke in a low voice "Bungle this and I will personally see to it that you are unable to have children. Understand ?"
Voalle was visably undeterred, yet she was also a bit miffed as well. Yet she never showed any outward sign of her unsettlement from the Grand Master. "Intimately sir." She said, then, with a bow, she turned and left.
Macavity watched her leave for a time and then spoke, "Follow her, if she does wrong, finish the job. Her too." He said softly, the two Ninja in his employ nodded and disappeared. Macavity never saw them either for that matter.
Casey's Pub
South London
Munkus took a seat at a table, his cowl was pulled low on his head, masking his face. He did not want to be noticed or at worse, recognised by anyone he knew. So he kept himself hidden away. Unseen. For now. He had a room at the pub he had found, it was three floored, with the resturant area to the front, the lobby to the left of that. A modern day hotel, rather nice in design he mused.
The eletronic locks he knew he could not trust with his life, but for the moment, it served his need, he had all the money he could carry, plus his account at the bank to withdraw more should he need it.
But he had no idea what he was in for. Nothing prepared him for the future, his studies, as tedious as they were, were to put him in his fathers place as leader of St Andrews Square. A posting he did not want. Each day he yearned to be outside. With his rifle. Hunting prey like he was born to do.
"put aside the student studying to be a leader. Become who you were born to be" His fathers words echoed in his mind as he thought them over carefully. What did his father mean by that exactly ? How could he become what he was born to be if he never learned what it was ?
Then he figured it out, slightly, iThe plate room!/i It had to be, whatever those men sought they never found, but the plate room, the room that was lead lined, Munkus recalled the weird lack of proper working internet or even phones inside that lead lined room. His father had said it was to protect the items within. Shelves loaded with plates. Worth millions. But now Munkus thought deeper into the room. His father kept something important enough inside that whatever those tearing the house apart sought and never found did not bother looking in there.
Tomorrow, he told himself. Tomorrow I will go back to the house, I will search the plate room. Maybe then I can figure this mess out. And avenge my parents. Wait, avenge mother too ? He tried to figure out then what his father meant, avenge his mother, avenge the person that birthed him. Why ? What did.
Was she killed because of his fathers past ? Was it because of Muriel hating him so much and doting on Tugger, his younger brother ? Or was it something else entirely ? None of it made any sense to Munkus, none of it at all. What was his mothers name, his birth mothers name. What did she do before he was born ?
What was he ?
Munkus knew the answer to those questions were in the Plate Room of his burnt to cinders home. He made a note then to visit there in the dead of night with naught more then a torch to see where he was going before asking for yet another drink. Ah yes, drink, something he could use, get soused up. Maybe then he could survive a bit, or get so slammed he could sleep in peace. Or maybe just pass out after drinking too much to begin with.
The first shot hit his mouth and went down his throat, it burned a bit before the sensation faded. Then he gulped down the shots given to him in rapid succession. Soon he'd be so slamm drunk he'd not care what was going on. Soon he'd pass out. He hoped to pass out, he hoped for the dreamless sleep of a hangover from far too much alcohol.
He hoped he could wake up from the nightmare he found himself in.
At that same moment
Outside the pub and inn that her prey had taken up shop within, Voalle took in things around her. Moving through London on foot acrosos busy streets, along with rooftops, which were all hung low to the ground as it was already. High enough in fact to not get noticed, and low enough to keep a careful eye on the roads and alleys below.
She was well within earshot of the two resturant staff that carried the drunk, sound asleep silverhaired man to his room. They closed the door, making sure the autolock kicked in, then the light died as the room plunged into darkness. She saw what the room number was. A strangely written Seven. It did not matter.
Voalle turned and left the area, she needed information. And there were informers for the Templars. She moved through the streets, coming to a pawnshop she went in "What can I do for ya ?" the keeper said
"Templar business" Voalle replied. She looked for all wonts and appearances rather normal, though underneath that daamsel look was a true deadly killer.
"Second door on the left after you get to the top of the stairs." came the reply, the door unlocked and let her into the back part of the pawn shop. Voalle went to the door as directed, knocked twice, the slide hole slid open, After verifing who stood there, she entered the room, the door closed behind her.
"Ah, Voalle, it has been a long time" the owner of the establishment said. Uriam was a large man, strongly english and he ate like a pig. Not that it really fully mattered, much if at all. Voalle never did notice that unless the person in qwuestion was her target.
"Information." Voalle replied. She dropped her glamour then. Uriam never went with his glamour, and he knew what the Jellicles were thanks to Grand Master Meriam. The mother of the current Grand Master.
"I see the new Grand Master is targeting certain people now I take it. News travels fast in London." Uriam said. "The tom you seek, the silver haired fellow, he set up shop last night around turn of eleven. Ain't seen him leave since he arrived, twice now however people came looking for him, never did find him apparently."
"I have orders to take him out. From the Grand Master himself." Voalle replied, "What can you tell me about him ?" the rust and white queen crossed her slender arms across her chest.
"Not much to tell. Guy seems a studier of sorts, came in here before going to the pub looking for some money, pawned some books of his here. Seems the kid was learning how to be a leader. From what I observed, he had no skills whatsoever in terms of fighting, seemed nervous of being recognised, things like that. Seems to have no ideas of fighting, nor does he have much if any skills in self defense. He is quite useless as a fighter if you want my personal opinion on the matter." Uriam said as he rattled off a list of information concerning the target in question.
"Thank you Uriam, you have been a great help." Voalle said, she turned to leave.
"You may want to get others information on the guy you seek. If you mark earned a deathmark from the Grand Master, there is more to this target then just what I know." Uriam said, informing Voalle of eight other informors scattered throughout London and two of which resided in in St Andrews Square directly.
"What are their names so that I can speak to them ?" Voalle asked.
"The two that reside in St Andrews Square directly have informed the Grand Master of the plans going on with Grayhame residence. In this case when you go to St Andrews Square, look for Roland, and Narik. Both reside on the north side of town, just up the road from the Grayhame mansion grounds. They know everything there is to know about that town and those that live within it. The rest reside scattered throughout London. Varnis, Adrian, and Denaris are in this area, not far from here. Varnis and Adrian own a eatery, the same eatery that just deposited your mark in his room. Denaris wanders as a messenger between the Grand Master and the four of us here in this area."
"You gave me five of the names, not including yourself, Narik, Roland, Adrian, Varnis, and Denaris. Where are the last three ?" Voalle asked
"Brailik, if you can find him, runs the Templar Breau not too far from here, enterable through the roof. Davrial works with him, Leonidas wanders from place to place, gathering information on targets when he can. Finding him wont be easy. Its best if he finds you. And if that is all, I think we are done here. Your room as normal, is on the top floor." With that Uriam dismissed Voalle and went back to his work. Voalle left the room and went to her own quarters, the next morning was going to prove quite... exilerating.