Ch. 31
Meet the Raelesins
The group of ten guildsmen milled about in the mouth of the wide entry way of the grand Vabbian estate. Before them stood a large pair of heavy wooden doors, each bearing intricate carvings that culminated in the large ornate "R" that was shared along the center seam. The floor beneath their feet was made of granite that was so well polished it cast reflections of light upon the ceiling of the vaulted archway above them. Rakiv noted that the arch in which they stood was actually part of a large wall that formed the front of the house, giving it the feel of a large compound rather than any home she had ever seen. Her attention was drawn back to the door when Kydar reached for the heavy knocker and slammed it against the door thrice more as he shifted impatiently in his stance. The scribe was just about to knock again when a heavy click came from behind the door, and the wooden barriers swung on their hinges to open wide before them.
The guild looked up, a couple of them taking a step back as a man who could only be described as mountainous stood in the open entry way. The dark skinned man was tall, taller even than Kydar and sported broad shoulders and hefty arms. His luxurious tunic of rich purple was belted by a wide gold sash that wrapped over his girthy belly. The immaculate cuffs of deep purple trousers swished over shoes of soft brown leather that did not even squeak as he strode forward out of the door way.
"Well well," the man boomed in a voice so filled with bass that it seemed to make the floor vibrate, "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes my boy."
"Hey… dad," Kydar smiled as he looked up at the large man, "I'm home."
For a moment all were silent as man and son stared at each other, until the big man's features creased in a joyful smile and he burst into laughter. With unexpected swiftness for a man his size, he lunged forward, and caught Kydar in a hefty bear hug, lifting the scribe clear off his feet.
"Hah hah ha!" the big man boomed, "Kydar my boy, you're home indeed! You've no idea how worried we've been for you!"
"Dad! Da-ad!" Kydar choked as he squirmed in his father's crushing grip, "Breathe… can't..!"
"Hah! Then breathe, boy, breathe!" the man laughed as he put the scribe down and clapped him heartily on the back, "Can't have you surviving a war zone just to suffocate on the door step."
"Yeah…" Kydar coughed and chuckled even as he stumbled a bit under the good natured blow, "Good to see you too dad. Sorry I haven't been writing."
"Nonsense son, nonsense!" the big man chuckled deeply, "Never met a courier service keen on rushing into the front lines of war-torn lands. I am only overjoyed to see you've returned."
"Yeah I'm glad to be back too," the scribe chuckled and then tilted his head, "Oh, is mom about?"
"Oh yes! How could I have forgotten…" the big man laughed as he turned away to lean back into the house, "Mitsuru! Mitsu darling come, come! We've got company!"
"Just company eh?" Kydar grinned.
"I want to see the look on her face when she sees it's you," the big man snickered, "This will be priceless!"
"Honey who is it?" a voice came from within the house, accompanied by soft foot falls upon marble tiles, "I'm in the midst of preparing the letters to the caterers and…"
The large, dark man stepped aside as a woman came into view. The woman was much shorter than her husband, indeed she was fairly dwarfed by him. Her petite form was covered in a sari of deep blue silk, held fast by many sashes that tied over her shoulder and about her slim waist. The ends of the gown just barely hovered over the floor, obviously having been tailored specifically for her frame. Bangles of gold jingled lightly about her wrists and she wore a necklace that glinted with a large sapphire stone. Thick, luxurious locks of raven hair were held atop her head in a neat bun by a gilded hair comb, leaving only chin length bangs to frame her pretty face. Her features turned from confusion to shock as she stopped in her tracks to stare at the tall scribe who stood on the threshold.
"Hey mom, I'm home," Kydar smiled as he opened his arms.
For a moment the woman was quiet and then strode up to him as she dug into her sash and whipped out a silk handkerchief. Kydar blinked in confusion and then hopped back as the woman swung at him, smacking him across the cheek with the silk cloth.
"Where have you been!" the woman exclaimed through a distinctively Canthan accent, "Do you know how worried we were! You don't write, you don't seend missives! Even the Academy couldn't tell us where you were! How could you just run off like that!"
"Mom… mom!" Kydar exclaimed as he attempted to ward off the blows from the woman's handkerchief as she swung it at him again and again, "Wait! I can explain!"
"And you were in the middle of a war!" the petite woman cried as she struck his arm with an open palm, "You could have been hurt! Maimed! Killed! How are you going to give us grandchildren if you're dead Kydar! How!"
"Mom I'm fine!" Kydar protested as he backed away, trying to escape the irate woman, "And what about Suki! It's not like I'm your only kid!"
As the lady of the house pursued him, the guildsmen quickly parted behind Kydar, wisely staying out of the path of the rampaging woman.
"Don't talk back to me young man!" the woman cried as she flailed at him, "We were so worried! You could have been… you could have been…"
As the woman's flails finally ceased she burst into tears and Kydar chuckled lightly as he stepped forward to embrace his adoptive mother. The woman caved into him as she hugged him tightly in return.
"Good to see you too mom," Kydar laughed as he hugged her, "I'm fine. See? I'm fine."
The woman wailed something unintelligible into his chest as she punched a small fist into his shoulder, but said nothing more as she hugged her son. Behind them the big man exploded into uproarious laughter, holding his shaking belly as he cackled with glee.
"Now that's what I call a home coming," he laughed, "I told you it'd be priceless."
"Yeah real funny dad," Kydar snorted as he shook his head.
"Ai nya…" the woman finally said as she pulled away from Kydar to dab at her face with her handkerchief, "Look at me bawling like a silly girl while we've got guests standing on our patio. Kydar please, introduce us to your friends!"
"What?" the scribe blinked and then turned, "Oh, right! Uh this is actually most of the command staff of the guild I belong to… and some of our allies. Mom, dad this is Alendra, our guild tactitian. That's Anorah, our Zaishen adept. This is Melonni, political activist and rabble-rouser. That's Koss, our battle master. Over there is Tahlkora, chief guild medic. This here is Anicara, my apprentice actually."
"Oh he has an apprentice," Mitsuru said to her husband as she beamed a little proudly but said nothing further.
"Over there are Margrid and Dawn, two allies we picked up on the way," Kydar continued, "And this right here is Rakiv Maelstrom, guildmistress of our guild Dormant Vengeance."
"A pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Raelesin," Rakiv said as she cleared her throat and stepped forward to offer a hand in greeting, "Kydar's told me a lot about you."
"Hah, so you must be the 'red-headed wild woman' he wrote us about from Istan," the big man laughed as he grasped Rakiv's hand and shook it in return, "A pleasure to meet you as well Guildmistress."
"Oh she's quite pretty isn't she dear?" Mitsuru commented with a bit of a giggle as she too reached out to shake Rakiv's hand.
"Oh come now Mitsu, no sense in embarrassing the boy," the big man chuckled.
"Uh… thank you," Rakiv chuckled sheepishly, attempting not to blush as she shook the woman's hand.
"Everyone, these are my parents," Kydar announced, ignoring his parents' comments "Rubhen Raelesin and Mitsuru Yamamoto-Raelesin."
The guild offered many words of greeting as well as waves and bows to the owners of the estate.
"Well welcome all to our humble home," Rubhen boomed in greeting, "Come, come. Let's all get inside, no sense milling about here on the porch."
"Oh hey, take your boots off guys," Kydar advised as he hopped out of his own, "Can't have us tracking sand all over the house."
"Oh goodness, I wasn't prepared for company," Mitsuru murmured lightly under her breath as she began to take a headcount, "Let's see that'll be tea for twelve then?"
"Oh mom, you don't have to…" Kydar began.
"Tea for twelve it is," the woman said as she turned away and bustled back into the house, "Let's see, must have cream, oh and the tea cakes and…"
"Ugh…" Kydar sighed, "I'm gonna go help her."
"Good thinking," Rubhen nodded, "I'll show your friends to the great room."
"Yeah," Kydar nodded as he turned back to the guild, "Just follow my dad, I'll be right back."
With that the scribe hurried into the house in search of his mother. Once the guild had relieved themselves of their dusty footwear Rubhen beckoned for them to follow as he lead the way into the house. The guild followed and found themselves stepping out of the autumn heat and into the cool shade of the opulent home. The doors closed behind them and they strode across cool marble tiles, marveling at the beauty of the house. The foyer was a short hall decorated with iron work latticies that doubled as large coat racks, as evidenced by the large hooks they sported.
"Feel free to hang up your weapons and packs if you like," Rubhen offered with a wave of his hand, "Though I know many a warrior is more comfortable with his weapon within reach at all times."
"Perhaps, but your home is quite beautiful Mr. Raelesin," Rakiv said with a gracious nod, "And I think we've nothing to fear here. Guys, take a load off."
There was much unbuckling of straps and belts as packs and weapons made their way to the racks and the guild found themselves much relieved to lay down their heavy burdens. Once done the party followed Rubhen further into the house, trying their best not to audibly express their awe at the beauty of the house. The home was a large rectangle that held a sprawling garden courtyard in the center. In the south wing the party could hear the bustle of pots being put to fire in the kitchen, where Mitsuru and her son prepared the morning refreshments. The doors to the north wing hung open as well, revealing a parlor, a study and a large library. With a small whisper to Alendra, Anicara pointed out that the house even had a second floor, and pointed up at the balconies that overlooked the courtyard.
"So… Kydar's loaded huh?" Anicara whispered to Alendra.
"I guess so…" she replied, "This house is even bigger than my parent's manor in Kamadan!"
"Kydar ever say anything about being rich to you girls?" Koss asked as he joined the hushed conversation.
"Not a word!" Anicara whispered back, "I mean, I heard his dad was a merchant or something but… wow!"
The conversation ended as they made their way across the courtyard and into the west wing of the house. A large great room sprawled out before them, the floor here covered with comfortable, plush carpets so thick that Rakiv felt her feet sink in. Large round couches occupied the center of the room, situated around a glass tea table. The south wall of the room held a wide mouthed fireplace, while a drink bar stood against north wall. The west wall sported a pair of tall glass doors that looked out onto a great stone balcony. The balcony itself afforded a masterful view of the golden sands of the Forum Highlands and the majesty of the Vehjin mountains beyond.
"Please, sit," Rubhen chuckled as he broke the awestruck guild from their observations.
Rakiv gave a wave of her hand to her guildsmen as they filed into the room and took their seats on the couches. Several coos of comfort came from the guildsmen as they settled on the plush cushions and stretched out across the upholstery. Rubhen laughed lightly as he strode across the room to the bar and busied himself with several of the large crystal flasks that sat within it.
"Mitsuru will be in soon with the tea," he boomed, "But can I offer anyone anything stronger?"
There was a quiet moment as everyone looked from one to another, unsure of whether or not to take the man up on his offer.
"Oh come now," Rubhen laughed, "After months of travel and warfare, I'm sure one or two of you could do with a stiff drink, even if it is still morning. Any takers?"
"Well if'n yer offerin'," Margrid spoke up, "Don' suppose you've got any gin up there do ya mate?"
"Certainly do!" Rubhen chuckled as he shifted the flasks about, "Any others?"
"I wouldn't say no to a shot of Firewater," Rakiv shrugged lightly.
"Hah, now that's more like it!" Rubhen grinned broadly, "Firewater coming right up!"
"Trying to get our guests drunk already dear?" Mitsuru asked as she entered the room, holding a large silver tray.
"I thought these battle hardened souls could use a little something to take the edge off," Rubhen grinned sheepishly at his wife.
Mitsuru only gave her husband a lightly disapproving glance but said nothing further as she strode gracefully down into the center of the room and placed the tray upon the table.
"Cakes and scones if you like," Mitsuru announced, "I can't imagine how long it's been since you've had a proper breakfast! Kydar's coming along with sugar and honey and the tea will be ready soon."
"Thank you so much," Rakiv smiled at the woman.
"Oh thank you sooo much Mrs. Raelesin!" Koss exclaimed as he reached for a scone.
"Oh please, call me Mitsuru," the woman smiled brightly, "And please, enjoy the pastries," she added before she flounced out of the room.
With many offerings of thanks the guild dug in eagerly. Rubhen returned to the sitting area with a small tray of shot glasses and set them down as well before taking his own seat.
"Now then," Rubhen said, giving a light grunt as he settled on the couch, "I understand that you're all terrorists and war-criminals, aye?"
There was a sudden stiffening in the room as everyone paused and turned their eyes to the big man who sat in the large armchair at the end of the table. The merchant smiled brightly before chuckling and shaking his head.
"Or so the news out of Kourna says," he chuckled, "I also hear that you're Sunspear renegades and religious fanatics. I hear a lot about the guild known as Dormant Vengeance. They say you're a band of miscreants and brigands, led by a woman with hair of fire and that you prey upon the weak and the defenseless in an attempt to conquer the sovereign province of Kourna."
Still no one spoke, though Rakiv relaxed some as she caught the glint in the man's eyes that told her he didn't believe a word of the Kournan propaganda.
"And just so you know, these are the sorts of rumors that all of Vabbi has heard about your guild as well," he said as he leaned forward and steepled his fingers, "Most ignore it though, consider it to be heresay about a war that doesn't really matter. I however am very, very interested to hear a first hand account of what is really going on in the west. I happen to be a sucker for a good story, so would anyone like to tell me one?"
Still the guild was silent until Rakiv finally leaned forward and lifted her shot glass, downing the firewater in a single draught and growling against the powerful alcohol burn.
"Well sir, I think it best that we start at the beginning," she said as she looked up at him, "As you know, my name is Rakiv Maelstrom, and I came to Istan in the season of Zephyr to aid Spearmarshal Kormir against a nasty corsair invasion…"
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By the time the tale was finished the tea had already run out and the sun had finally begun its descent from its noonday zenith. Through out the telling Rubhen had remained silent, though Mitsuru had offered the occasional remark of surprise or awe or horror at the trials and exploits of the guild. The telling of the tale passed through the guildsmen one by one, as each offered their best perspective on the war they had fought and the quest they still pursued. When they had finally finished Rakiv spread her hands and give a nod of her head.
"So if we have any hope of ending this war, we need the forces to subdue Kourna and stop Varesh," Rakiv said, "Istan's navy is strong, but it won't last against her Margonites, and we know for a fact that she intends to invade Vabbi before long. We're hoping we can warn the Princes of the danger, because Varesh won't stop until she conquers all of Elona and fulfills the prophecy of Nightfall."
"So it is true then…" Rubhen shook his head, "The Warmarshal is mad indeed."
"I too had hear a rumor about demonic forces," Mitsuru nodded, "But I scarcely believed them! I mean, demons? In this day and age?"
"Like we said, we've seen them and fought them," Kydar responded, "But we have to act quickly. According to Kehanni, the Festival of Lyss is going to be our best chance to see the Princes and convince them to help us."
"Aye, the priestess is right about that," Rubhen agreed, "The Princes have been distant as of late, trying to avoid all this trouble. Vabbi herself is not well, though certainly not as badly off as the other two provinces."
"We heard about the problems in the mines," Tahlkora nodded.
"Hah, the mines aren't even the half of it," the large merchant responded, "The land itself is uneasy. Once our roads were safe and protected, but Ahmtur has drawn all his forces to the east, to defend against rumors of a new warlord among the heket. As a result, travel in Vabbi is no longer safe, and maruadering bands of harpy prey upon the easy targets they find walking the roads."
"And you wouldn't know it from looking, but we are on the cusp of economic depression," Mitsuru added with a small sigh, "The war in the west has stymied Vabbian trade. Our international trade relies on the shores of Kourna and the ports of Istan to ship goods. Without those, Vabbi is seeing little new money coming into her coffers, yet the Princes continue to throw lavish parties and encourage excess as though nothing was wrong."
"We hear tales of monsters coming down out of the mountains as well," Rubhen put in, "And there are rumors that the djinn themselves are beginning to stir and walk the lands once more."
"Likely as not…"Melonni said slowly, "They sense the coming of Nightfall."
"Mmm, yes perhaps they do," Rubhen agreed, "But you say that Varesh has turned her eyes upon Vabbi now? That she will invade us soon?"
"Heard it from me best men sah," Margrid confirmed.
"And our spies noticed large troop concentrations at Jahai," Rakiv added, "Varesh is planning to make a move on the Third Province, and if we can't get to the Princes soon, you guys won't be ready when she gets here."
"But why would she bring her armies here?" Mitsuru asked curiously, "She cannot mean to conquer the world with her armies alone."
"She has demons with her mom," Kydar replied grimly, "Lots of them. Whatever she wants with Vabbi, it has something to do with the prophecy. Whatever happens, that's what we have to stop, the Nightfall prophecy. Because if Varesh succeeds, then Abaddon wins."
"Goodness…" Mitsuru murmured, "I had prayed…"
"Takes more than prayer mom," Kydar put in, "We have to see the Princes, or else we have no chance of stopping Varesh from releasing Abaddon on the world."
"I see…" Rubhen said slowly before raising his eyes to the elementalist, "Son, may I speak with you outside?"
A silent note of surprise bristled through the room as all eyes turned to father and son. Kydar's brow crinkled in confusion before he nodded slowly and rose from his seat.
"Uh… sure dad," he said.
"Good," the merchant nodded as he too stood, "Come, we'll talk on the balcony."
The men made their way across the room and to the large glass doors as everyone watched them go. As both men stepped outside, Mitsuru broke the silence as she smiled and turned back to the party.
"So please, tell me of your allies," she said as she lifted her tea cup, "You have said that there are others who fight this menace yes?"
The talk in the great room was silenced as the glass doors closed and Kydar stood alone with his father on the terrace. The large merchant man paced quietly across the stone, staring out at the grand vista before them as he fiddled with his rings absentmindedly.
"Something wrong dad…?" Kydar asked.
"Son… I'm worried," Rubhen said, "In fact you could say that I am troubled."
"These are troubling times," Kydar said, frowning with deepening confusion, "But what did you want to talk about."
Rubhen was quiet as he continued to stare off into the distance, not answering his son's question even once he spoke.
"We've been hearing from Tatsuki," he said, "She's been doing quite well it seems. She's been sending her letters to you here, hoping that you'd get them when…if you returned home."
"Yeah… last I heard she went up a level," Kydar nodded, "She always was a smart kid."
"Yes, yes she is," Rubhen said before abruptly turning to stare at the scribe, "Son, is this about your sister?"
"Wh-what?" Kydar blinked as he returned his father's gaze.
"Is this about your sister?" the merchant repeated, "All of this, you getting involved in this war and chasing down demons. Is this about your sister?"
"Dad I…" Kydar began to protest.
"Kydar," Rubhen said, "It has been ten years. Ten years since we sent Tatsuki away and you left for the Academy. Ten years since…" the merchant paused and then steeled himself again, "Since evil touched this family. She is safe now, you know that right?"
"No one is ever safe, dad…" Kydar grumbled as his mood darkened.
"She is free of that darkness son," Rubhen said, "She is protected by the holiest and purest powers anyone could find. She is safe son. So please, please do not tell me that you ran headlong into this war in an attempt to ensure her safety."
"Dad you don't…" Kydar began again.
"We spoke with the Academy, Kydar," Rubhen said, his gaze narrowing a bit, "They told us that you asked for this assignment, and that all your assignments for the last three years have been investigating ancient cults and sects. They might not have put it together son, but I know you. I know what you've been through."
"No dad, you don't!" Kydar finally erupted, "Okay? I get that it was hard, it was hard for all of us. But you weren't there. Neither of you were. You didn't see those dreams. You didn't walk into darkness with her! You didn't hear those whispers or see those eyes every damn night!"
Kydar paused, half expecting his father to rebuke him. But Rubhen remained silent, only staring at his son even as his brow furrowed deeply.
"She's not safe alright dad?" Kydar said, "I tried to tell you guys that, I tried to tell the priests that. But she's not safe. There are no wards or charms or holy grounds that can stop this. No rites or rituals that can give pause to this kind of evil. You didn't feel it dad, didn't feel that presence. It wanted her, badly enough to chase across the world for her. Sending Suki to Shing Jea didn't save her dad, it just hid her. Hid her from something that knows every secret."
"So what then son?" Rubhen demanded, "Are you going to save her by throwing yourself into conflicts with warmarshals and demons? Will Suki be any better off if you die at the hands of Margonites?"
"At least I'm doing something dad!" Kydar cried, "At least I'm trying! Someone has to fight this fight! Someone has to stop this evil!"
"Yes, someone does," Rubhen agreed as he strode towards Kydar, "And that someone includes soldiers and warriors and hunters. People trained in the arts of war. But you are no soldier son!"
"So you'd have me cower beneath my blankets like a frightened babe and hope that the big strong men save us all from certain doom?" Kydar demanded.
"I would have to do what you can, where you can, but know when to stay out of the way!" Rubhen replied, "Your guild's cause is one that I would gladly fund, offer all my resources to in hopes of aiding their fight. I would lobby my fellow merchants and stand against the obstiance of cowardly men who would horde their wealth and hide their heads in the sand. Not all bravery must be proven on the front lines son."
"This isn't about bravery or cowardice dad," Kydar retorted.
"Then it is about Suki," Rubhen concluded.
Kydar's brow furrowed deeply as he turned away from his father and strode towards the balcony railing. Rubhen watched his son turn and frowned as the scribe gripped the railing with frustration.
"Yes," Kydar finally admitted, "It's about Suki. But what difference does that make? She's not safe dad. She's just not. This evil has been going on for years behind the scenes, I should know, I've looked for it. I've seen it. And now that people know about it, now that people are actually doing something about it… I have to see to it that this is ended. I have to know that this is stopped. I have to know that she isn't just stowed or hidden, but that she is safe."
The scribe half-turned his head to glance at his father as the large merchant approached.
"You can't ask me to just write reports or argue in courts dad," he said, "I have to fight this fight. And if I have to take on every Margonite and demon from here to the gates of Torment by myself, I will."
"You have faced this evil once son…" Rubhen said quietly, "And you survived it once. You test the mercy of the gods by daring to tempt the darkness a second time."
"If Torment takes me, then Torment takes me," Kydar replied, "But I will not let it touch her again."
Rubhen gave a sigh as he stepped up next to his son and stared out across the landscape. Both men were silent for several long moments before the large man finally spoke again.
"I was there you know," he said finally in deep rumbling tones, "Not like you were… never like you were. But every night you spent in that chapel, I was there. The priests told me not to. To show my faith by leaving her in the hands of the goddess. But every night you two slept at the altar… I would sit in the wings, waiting and praying that you both would wake up."
Kydar tilted his head as he glanced up at his father, while the taller man continued to stare out into the distance.
"In a rather macabre way, I envied your gifts son," Rubhen said, "Had I possessed them, it would have been I who shared her troubled sleep and not you. It is a terrible thing to watch your children suffer… and be helpless to stop it."
"Dad… I didn't mean…" Kydar sighed a bit apologetically.
"I was overjoyed when it ended though," Rubhen said, rolling his rings around his fingers, "When the nightmares were over. That first night when she slept peacefully… I thanked the gods with all my heart. But I will tell you the truth Kydar, I fear for my children. I fear the evil that once tried to take you from me, and I would give all that I have to keep you from ever being threatened by it again."
"Then… dad, you know why I have to do this," Kydar replied lowly.
"I do son… I do," Rubhen agreed, "And where I possessed of your gifts, I would be doing exactly what you are. But as a father, I cannot abide the idea of sacrificing one child to the darkness that I might save another from it."
Kydar found that he could not answer, and only hung his head thoughtfully in silence. Rubhen's hand slid to his son's shoulder and Kydar looked up at him and gave a small smile.
"Wish I could tell you that I'll be okay dad," Kydar said.
"Hah, as do I my boy, as do I," Rubhen nodded as he squeezed the elementalist's shoulder, "But I suppose all I can do is help you, and pray for your safety and your victory."
"Well if you want to help us…" Kydar said with a light chuckle, "We could use an in at one of the princes parties. I came here hoping you'd be able to get us an invite."
"Hah, then you came to the right man indeed," Rubhen nodded, "I just might have what you need. But this is a matter best discussed with your comrades."
"Yeah, we should probably get back in there," Kydar agreed.
"Indeed we should, but first…" Rubhen said as he turned to Kydar and opened his arms.
"Aw dad, do we gotta?" the scribe groaned.
"Yes, we 'gotta'," the merchant snorted with amusement.
Kydar gave an exaggerated sigh as he stepped forward and hugged his father, who gave him a crushing embrace in return. After a short moment the merchant released him and patted his son's shoulder.
"Good hug," he commented, "Now, let us see if your mother has talked your friends ears off yet."
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that," Kydar chuckled as he headed for the glass doors, "Alendra's chatty enough to give her a run for her money."
The men laughed as they strode back into the room, where the guild was still busy talking and laughing with the lady of the house. Tea and cakes had long been finished and the guild was enjoying easily relaxing on the expansive couches.
"Oh dear, there you are," Mitsuru looked up and smiled, "I was just telling our guests that we might have the solution to their problem."
"Aye," Rubhen agreed as he strode down into the sitting area, "That we might. You've said that you need to gain entrance to the princes parties, and in that respect I believe I can help."
"You can get us into see the Princes?" Rakiv perked.
"I can get you in to see one of the Princes," Rubhen announced with a light chuckle, "I've done a fair amount of business for and with Prince Mehtu in the past year, and he sent us a house invitation to the Dance. I can include you all as my guest to the party and, with a bit of doing, we should be able to procure you an audience with Mehtu."
"Oh awesome!" Anicara exclaimed.
"One down, that was easier than I thought it'd be," Koss chuckled lightly.
"Indeed," Rubhen nodded, "However, the other parties are a bit trickier. Getting into Resplendant Makuun on the third night will not be difficult, as the city is open to all. However, getting into Bokka's playhouses is another matter entirely, and I'm afraid I've no ties to his court."
"Alright, so that's one we have to go and get for ourselves," Rakiv nodded slowly, "What about the Feast night? Any leads we could follow?"
"Actually I believe one of your friends was in a bit of a bind, weren't they Mitsuru?" Rubhen asked.
"Why yes, yes they were," Mitsuru nodded, "My associate, a woman by the name of Kazsha Nanjahn, was selected to be the event planner for the Feast. Each year Ahmtur selects an event planner from the finest caterers and party planners in Vabbi, and Kazsha won the right to prepare the Feast. However, when I last spoke to her she still had not decided on a main course to serve. Now I'm not sure what expertise you all have in cooking, but I can see your group is varied. So if you know of anything exotic that can be served…?"
The group paused as they looked from one to the other, curiously considering the dishes with which they were familiar. Finally Anorah sat up and cleared her throat.
"I… may have knowledge of such a dish," Anorah said, "It is difficult and time consuming to prepare, the ingrediants are somewhat rare and I have not often heard of it being served outside of the battle isles."
"Well what've you got Anorah?" Rakiv questioned.
"It is known as the Fire God's Offering," she said, "It is choice Notuka cuts that are sealed in kegs of Aged Dwarven Ale for twenty-four hours, then glazed in Echovald honey and smoked over a mixture of Iboga petals and Mandragor roots. The meat is usually served on a bed of assorted peppers and then drizzled heavily with Krytan Brandy. Once that is all done, the cook sets fire to the dish, and it is served flaming."
"Whoa… that sounds like one hell of a slab of meat," Kydar blinked.
"Yes, it is,"Anorah answered.
"Well uh… it sounds like just the sort of thing Kazsha was looking for," Mitsuru blinked, "Though it sounds rather… intense to eat."
"It is said only stout men can stomach it," Anorah added, "I assumed that your war master Ahmtur would appreciate such a thing."
"Heh, a rare dish straight from the Battle Isles?" Rakiv chuckled, "I think any warrior would like to give that a try. I say we take this idea to this caterer lady and see if she can pull together the ingredients for it."
"Oh well in that case, we must go out mustn't we?" Mitsuru perked, "We can drop by her cookery and see if she likes the idea. Oh and we'll have to find things for you to wear to the dance of course. I think most of you ladies are too tall to fit my wardrobe."
"Oh dear, here comes the shopping craze," Rubhen sighed.
"Oh this will be so much fun!" Mitsuru fairly bounced on the couch, "Oh, that is if you aren't too tired from your journey."
"Oh no, not at all," Rakiv shook her head, "We've only got like a day and a half left to figure out how to get into these parties, so the sooner we get on that the better. We're ready to move out when you are Mrs. Raelesin."
"Ah, well in that case let me gather a few things and I will meet you by the door," the woman smiled.
"I'll stay here and uh…" Rubhen began.
"Oh no you don't," Mitsuru cut him off quickly, "You're coming with us and I'll hear no arguments to the contrary. Come, come we haven't all day. And Kydar, give me a moment while I fetch you a proper tunic. Can't have you walking about the streets of Kodash looking like a uncared for street rat."
"Yes mom," Kydar chuckled lightly as he shook his head at the woman's doting.
"Alright everyone, file out," Rakiv commanded as she rose from her seat, "We're going to find this caterer and convince her to make a liquor soaked, flaming slab of spicy meat."
There were a few laughs and a hearty round of 'huzzah!' before the party pulled themselves from the comforts of the plush couch and made their way back through the house. As she had promised Mitsuru was ready for them by the door. After making a bit of a fuss over her son's mostly battle shredded attire, and forcing him into a new tunic of deep crimson, the Canthan woman and her portly husband led the way out of the house and out into the street.
The avenue was busier now than it had been that morning. Groups of servants bustled back and forth between the many houses, carrying various goods for the coming festival parties that would be hosted up and down the block. Decorations were already going up along the lane, in preparation for the festivities that were only two nights away. The Raelesins heralded a trio of cabs, small wooden rickshaws pulled by domesticated Mokele. The party piled into these and soon they were off, the Mokele honking as the drivers urged them forward. The cart wheels rolled smoothly over the pavement, and the ride was only interrupted by the odd jostle or bump. As they rolled along the party took in the sights, pointing and oohing and ahhing at the spectacle of the city.
"In two nights this place is gonna be crazy," Kydar chuckled, "Mucisians in every corner, people dancing in the street. Ah, looks like they're already setting up booths for the guards. Sometimes things get out of control," he laughed.
Several eyes looked up to where the elementalist pointed, inidicating small stations on raised platforms that would allow a guard within to have a commanding view of the area. As they passed Tahlkora turned to Melonni and tapped the taller woman on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Melonni, could I ask you a kind of big favor?" the monk inquired.
"Sure Tahlk, what can I do for you?" the dervish responded.
"Uhm… well uh… can I borrow your… your hood?" the monk asked a little sheepishly, "It's just that the sun is really bright in my eyes and… stuff."
The dervish arched an eyebrow curiously and blinked at the oddity of the request. Melonni was not in the habit of wearing her hood herself, and it usually did nothing more than hang across her back. After a moment she gave a small shrug and reached to her shoulders, releasing the fasteners that held the fabric in place, and then turned it over to the monk.
"Yeah sure, someone might as well use it," the woman chuckled.
"Oh thank you," Tahlkora smiled as she accepted the hood and pulled it over her head before tying the ends around her neck, "Ah, that's much better. Thanks!"
"No problem," Melonni smiled, "Personally I'm enjoying the sunshine. It's nice, especially when you're not in the middle of a forced march or something," she added with a laugh.
"It is nice isn't it?" Anicara agreed, "I can't remember the last time I looked up at the sun and didn't curse it for being so hot," she laughed a little.
"Ooo! Ooo! There it is!" Alendra cried as she pointed ahead.
"There what is?" Koss asked as he craned his neck to get a look at what the girl was pointing at.
"Boys and girls I give you, the Kodash Bazaar," Kydar chuckled.
As the cabs rolled out of the avenue they came to the top of a rise in the road, from which the guild could stare down into the valley below. The center of the city was occupied by a sprawling marketplace, a hub of trade that put the harbors and markets of Kamadan to shame. As far as the eye could see store fronts, shops and stalls lined the narrow alleys that spread out from the Bazaar's main plaza like a spider web. Smoke from chimneys rose in wispy curls of black and white and gray, carrying with them the delicious scent of roasts, spices and all manner of baked goods. The air was filled with the cries of stall owners and shop keepers, advertising their stores or hocking their wares. The shouts mingled with the replies of customers and browsers, many of whom engaged in heated haggling with the shop salesmen.
Even from the plaza the plethora of goods to be found in the Bazaar was already apparent. Fine silk fluttered lightly as they hung from the weaver's rack. Slabs of meat swung from their hooks as the butcher prepared them for sale. Jewels and gems glinted in the sunlight as the jeweler arranged them to catch the eye of any who might pass by. By the time the carts rolled to a stop near the fountain in the center of the plaza, each guildsman had his or her eye on a particular piece of merchandise, and Rakiv soon found herself inundated with requests for leaves of duty.
"No, no, no!" the ranger cried, "Focus people, focus! We're gonna be here awhile anyway. You can shop when we're sure we've got everything squared away!"
"Awww, but Rakiv that is a reeeeally pretty necklace!" Anicara protested.
"And that side of dolyak looks delicious!" Koss put in.
"Ohmigawd I have to have those shoes!" Alendra exclaimed, "I have to! Oh I hope they have them in my size."
"Never fear little lady," Rubhen laughed heartily as he disembarked from the cab, "The Kodash Bazaar is the greatest market in Vabbi, if not the world! We like to say, 'If you can't get it here, it simply isn't worth getting.'"
"Now that is true indeed," Mitsuru agreed, "But I believe that Guildmistress Maelstrom would appreciate it if we pointed the way to the cookery as soon as possible."
"Truth be told," Kydar said as he stroked his gotee thoughtfully, "We don't all need to go see the Event Planner. Anorah just needs to put in the dish and secure us an invite to the feast right?"
"Oh I assure you," Mitsuru said with a nod and a smile, "Save Kazsha by providing her with a main course, and she'll be certain that you are invited to the Feast for many years to come."
"Well then why don't we split up a little?" Kydar suggested, "Anorah and my mom can go see Kazsha about the food, and the rest of us can go see the tailor. Once all that's done, we'll have the rest of the day free right? We'll need to spread out to find leads about getting into the playhouses with Bokka anyway."
"I like this plan," Alendra nodded, "This is a good plan. As a professional planner, I approve of this plan."
"You just want to go shopping," Rakiv responded to the paragon.
"I really, really, reeeally wanna go shopping!" the castellean confessed, "We've been living in a hole in the ground for the last several months! There's only so much of roughing it that a girl can take!"
"Speak for yourself," Rakiv chuckled before sighing and shaking her head, "Alright, if that's okay with you Anorah. As I remember you're pretty handy in the kitchen anyway. Sure you can get this dish put together for Kazsha?"
"I swear on my scythe I will not fail you," Anorah immediately responded.
"Good to hear," Rakiv said, chuckling at the zaishen's usual intensity, "Alright, we'll split up. The rest of us will go to the tailor and get fitted for stuff for the dance. After that, you're all free to do as you please for the day."
"Hooray fer shore leave," Margrid chuckled, "I'm gonna find me a bath house, been too long since I were last surrounded by water."
"Hey let's not get ahead of ourselves," Rakiv said as she waved her hands, "Focus people. Focus. Mr. Raelesin, would you mind leading the way?"
"Of course," the big man chuckled, "We'll have to walk from here, the streets are too busy and narrow for the cabs in the Bazaar. But never fear, it's not far."
"We'll meet you at the tailor later then," Mitsuru put in, "And see if we can't find something for this tall young lady," she said gesturing to Anorah.
"Right then," Rubhen agreed before waving to the party, "This way everyone. We're off to see my old friend Mateneh."
"Good luck everyone," Mitsuru waved with a smile as she started off in the opposite direction, "Now tell me Ms. Basilisk, I have an interest in cooking myself and I'd love to trade recipies…"
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The tailor's shop was located in the textiles quarter of the Bazaar, only a stone's throw away from the great dye pits that were the landmark of the quarter. The scent of the dyes filled the air, and as the guild passed they watched in awe as workers billowed long bolts of cloth in every conceivable color. In truth color was a staple of the quarter, as finished bolts were strung up on long lines high above the city streets. The sun beaming down through the cloth caused the bolts to cast colored rays across the streets, creating beautiful shimmers of blue, purple, orange, and green that danced over the cobblestones.
By mid afternoon Kydar had long since finished his fitting and found himself lazing in the shade of the shop's awning. From inside he could hear the girls excited giggles as they tried on every color and cut imaginable. The scribe pinched his nose bridge, willing himself to remain patient while he waited for his comrades to finish their fittings.
"Balthazar's beard those girls take forever," Koss' voice came to him as the warrior stepped out of the shop, "There can't be that many kinds of dresses for them to try."
"This is the Bazaar, there are more kinds of things here than most people can imagine," Kydar chuckled lightly.
"True it is," the deep booming tones of Rubhen put in as the portly merchant stepped out of the shop as well and leaned in the door way, "But that was a clever move son, sending Mitsu off to the caterer instead."
"Ugh, I knew what'd happen if she came," Kydar sighed, "She'd have made poor Maneteh pull out the back room stock for designs from years ago to see if any of it had come back in style. We'd be here all night then."
There was a hearty round of chuckles from the men as they all laughed and shook their heads.
"Women," they all commented in unison, which caused them to break into laughter once more.
As they laughed in the store front, the shouting of a street crier carried over the general din of the market. A newsboy carrying a large pack of the day's papers held one of the editorials aloft, waving it back and forth as he shouted out the day's headline.
"Folly Befalls the Lyssan Fools!" the boy shouted as he strode briskly down the street, "Greatest troupe in Vabbi comes up short days before the big night! Extra, read all about it!"
"The Lyssan Fools are in trouble?" Rubhen blinked as he perked, "I hadn't heard that."
"Monsters in the Mines!" the crier went on, "Stoneworks no longer safe! Artist renderings of the horrors in Vehjin! Skree Suddenly Sighted! Harpies seen in the Highlands! Extra, extra read all about it!"
"Kydar," Rubhen said as he dug into his belt purse, "Be a good lad and fetch me one of those papers."
"Hey kid!" Kydar barked, finding himself too lazy to get up, "Yeah you! I want one of your papers!" the scribe shouted over the din.
"Well that's one way to do it," Koss laughed.
"That'll be twenty quib for the Kodash Times sah!" the paper boy reported as he approached the shop front, "I've also got the Resplendant Review, the Highland Herald and I've got the latest issues of Gypsy here! Full spread on this year's Miss Scion an' she's a beaut she is!"
"Just the Times please," Kydar said as he jerked a thumb back at his father, "He's got the money."
"Actually, I'll take a Gypsy I think," Koss said, as he dug into his own money bag.
"Fifty coin sah!" the paper boy answered.
Money and editorials changed hands, and with a cheerful word of thanks the paper boy went on his way, crying out headlines as he went.
"Gypsy huh?" Kydar said as he looked up at Koss with a chuckle.
"What?" the warrior asked defensively, "I read it for the articles."
"Hah! Haha," Rubhen laughed as he opened his newly acquired newspaper, "Commander Dejarin much as we like to think of ourselves as enlightened gentlemen, no man spends time with a beautiful woman merely for the conversation."
"Oh you can't be serious about that," Kydar chuckled.
"How do you think I ended up doing business with Mitsuru?" the big man grinned as he turned the page.
"This conversation just took a turn I didn't want it to take," Kydar balked.
"Whaaat? I'm just saying she's a beautiful woman!" Rubhen said as he looked up and drifted into memory, "From the minute I saw her I knew that I wanted to…"
"Dad!" Kydar exclaimed.
"… spend the rest of my life with her," Rubhen finished as he looked up and blinked at his son innocently, "What did you think I was gonna say?"
Kydar only glared suspiciously at his father, until the big man burst into uproarious laughter and looked back down at his newspaper.
"Ah well I don't have to explain it to you I'm sure," Rubhen chuckled, "You already know what I'm talking about."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" the scribe asked defensively.
"Ah, forgive me son," Rubhen snickered behind his paper, "I'm sure you've been following a pretty redhead all over the continent merely for the conversation."
At this Koss burst into laughter, causing Kydar to hop to his feet and cry out in protest. The scribe's words were lost however as the other two men found that they could not stop laughing.
"Well sounds like you're having a good time out here," Rakiv's voice broke in as the ranger stepped out of the shop.
"Just poking a bit of fun at your First Officer," Rubhen chuckled, "I take it you found something to your liking?"
"Yes, actually," Rakiv said with a nod and a small sigh, "I'm not much for dresses but… if that's what it takes to get into this Dance thing I guess I'll have to deal."
"I'm sure you'll look great guildmistress," Koss nodded, "And it'll be worth it once we talk to Mehtu and warn him about the invasion."
"Yeah, I suppose so…" Rakiv nodded and then turned to Rubhen again and smiled, "Thanks for doing this by the way. You're sure you want us to put these clothes on your tab? They looked awfully expensive."
"Don't worry about it," Rubhen chuckled as he waved a hand, "Spending money is good for business. Maneteh will want to thank me for bringing him so much business and it'll all work out next time we do trade. Honestly, don't worry about it."
"Mmm, well thank you," Rakiv nodded as she strode up to Kydar's bench and nudged his foot with her boot, "Scootch."
The scribe gave a sigh as he complied with his guildmistress' order and slid down the bench, allowing her to take a seat and lean back against the shop wall.
"So what's the news?" the ranger asked as she tapped Rubhen's paper.
"Ah, well it seems that there's been a falling out amongst the Lyssan Fools," Rubhen said as he flipped through the pages, "They're actually one of the greatest acting troupes in Vabbi, they usually manage to bring Bokka himself to their plays every year on the night of the Works."
"They're famous for such plays as The Brass Menagerie, The Merchant of Yahnur, Death of a Tradesman and The Marshal and Me," Kydar explained, "I heard that last year they put on a stunning performance of Turai Ossa, the play about the liberation of Elona from Palawa Joko."
"Yes I took your mother to see that one," Ruhben nodded, "At any rate, it seems the troupe has lost funding and as a result, they disbanded only days before they were to put on their big show."
"Oh wow," Rakiv blinked, "Don't those guys usually prepare all year for the Works?"
"That they do," Ruhben nodded, "And it seems that it was all for naught. It's good news for a lot of the smaller troupes though, means they have a shot at winning Bokka's attention for the night. The Fools are usually the first troupe he goes to see on the night of the Works."
Rakiv nodded slowly and chewed her lip as she drifted into thought. The ranger's eyes turned to the sky, where a multitude of many colored cloths billowed in the breeze overhead. Her reviere was broken when there was a clamor behind her, and the rest of the party piled out of the shop.
"Well we're going to look like polished pearls an' no mistake," Margrid remarked with a chuckle.
"I have to admit, I'm a little excited," Melonni smiled, "I usually hate events with rich and powerful types but… I really like my dress."
"And I like mine!" Anicara exclaimed as well, "We're going to look so awesome at the dance!"
"I too am quite satisfied," Dawn put in, "Hopefully we will blend seamlessly with the rest of the party goers."
"Well I'd better get in there and see what the damage is," Ruhben chuckled as he pushed away from the door post, "Oh and I'm going to call some of our serving staff back to the estate, so we'll have dinner waiting at the house whenever you come home."
"Thanks dad!" Kydar smiled.
"You kids have fun now," Ruhben chuckled as he pulled his purse from his belt and turned toward the shop.
"So are we free now?" Alendra asked hopefully.
The guildmistress opened her mouth to respond when she was suddenly cut off by a shout down the street. All eyes turned towards the disturbance, and the guild balked as a unit of heavily armed soldiers came storming down the avenue.
"There they are!" one of them shouted, "Circle up men!"
"Uh oh…" Melonni muttered.
The guards marched forward, their armor clinking as they fanned out and formed a circle in the front of the shop. Each man bore a spear and shield, the latter of which they raised before them as they formed a human wall around the guild.
"Great…" Rakiv muttered, "Always something."
"We left our weapons back at the estate," Koss responded lowly, "Think we can take 'em with our fists?"
"No, stand down," Rakiv hissed.
"Guildmistress they probably think we are terrorists," Dawn advised, "It is unlikely they mean to be civil with us."
"I said stand down," Rakiv said as she slowly raised her hands.
"If I may," Ruhben said, as he placed a hand on Rakiv's shoulder and stepped past her, "Allow me to handle this."
"Stand aside all of you!" the guard captain shouted as he waved an armored hand at the guild.
"What seems to be the problem here officer?" Ruhben asked, his tone even and calm, "I hope we're not to be arrested for loitering."
"Nothing of the sort sir," the guard captain said, "We are here for one person only."
"Can I ask what for?" Ruhben inquired.
"That information is priviledged," the guard captain responded gruffly, "Now step aside."
The portly merchant made no effort to move, and the guard captain glowered before raising a hand and giving a sharp whistle to his men. A trio of the soldiers moved in on the guild, using their shields to firmly push aside the guildsmen as they searched through the group. Finally one of them stopped at the smallest of the guildsmen and grabbed her hood, whipping it off of her head.
"Sir, here she is!" the soldier said as he grabbed the teenaged monk by her arm.
"What!" Rakiv exclaimed in surprise.
"Finally," the guard captain sighed with some relief, "Young lady, by order of Prince Mehtu the Wise, lord of Chokin and regent of all her terrotiries, you are hereby under arrest!"
"What!" the exclaimation was echoed by the entire party.
"Please come with us," the guard captain demanded.
"Whoa, whoa wait!" Kydar protested, "You've got the wrong girl!"
"Guys…" Tahlkora spoke up, "It's okay. I'll be fine."
"Officer this is one of my guildswomen, I demand to know her charges!" Rakiv cried.
"You are not a citizen of Vabbi!" the guard captain snapped back, "And are therefore not entitled to such information!"
"I am a citizen, and I you will name the charges for this arrest officer," Ruhben said, his deep booming tones verging on threatening, "As is required by law."
"She is charged with treasonous trading of provincial secrets, absconding with sacred artifacts, theft from the house of the Prince and war crimes against the sovereign province of Kourna," the guard captain finally spoke, "And she is coming with us."
"Like hell she is!" Koss roared as he raised his fists.
"Guys!" Tahlkora cried out, "It's fine! I'll be okay! Look, just carry on with the mission, alright? You have to see the Princes and getting thrown in jail won't get you there!"
"Tahlkora…" Rakiv said in low protest.
"Honest, guildmistress," the monk said with a weak smile, "I'll be fine. Just stick with the mission. Someone has to deliver that warning."
The ranger clenched her fists and grit her teeth before finally giving a grumbled sigh.
"We'll find you," Rakiv promised.
"Good luck everyone," the young monk said and then turned to the guard captain, "I'm ready officer."
"Have a pleasant day," the guard captain said with a stiff nod to the guild, "Move out men!"
With that the guard unit formed up around their prisoner, the teenage girl hanging her head as they marched her away. The party watched her go, before all eyes turned to Rakiv, obviously awaiting new orders.
"Okay, new plan," the ranger spoke, not taking her eyes off of the retreating forms of the guards, "We spread out and find out what the hell that was all about. Ask around about Tahlkora and those charges, we need to figure out what's going on and how we can get her back."
"What of the party for the Works?" Dawn queried.
"I have an idea for that," Rakiv said, "And we'll pursue that tomorrow. For now, I want to know why I just lost a member of my command staff. Find me something, understood?"
"Yes, guildmistress!" they all responded in unison.
"Dismissed," the ranger ordered.
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As evening fell over the streets of Kodash, tongues of flame were set alight the street lamps that lined every lane and avenue. The lampsman and his crew trundled down the boulevard setting fire to each lamp post to bring light to the opulent neighborhoods of the great city. Indoors however, things at the Raelesin estate had been much more eventful. Rakiv paced back and forth in Ruhben's study, her bare feet drawing tracks through the plush carpets while Kydar and his father worked at the merchant's large desk. A steady stream of visitors had been pouring in all night, each of them a messenger for Rubhen. The merchant's reach proved to be surprisingly wide, but still no word had come to them of the young monk they sought. Thus it was, that just as the sun vanished behind the mountains in the west, Mitsuru strode into the study and summoned all within to the dining hall.
"You've been at this all evening," the short woman said softly, "And it will do you no good to continue into exhaustion. Come, everyone's already waiting."
"Aaah, best to do as she says," Rubhen sighed as he pulled off his reading spectacles and placed them upon the desk, "We can come back to this once we've finished. Besides, I'm sure your troops are anxious for an update Ms. Rakiv."
"Mrrm," Rakiv grunted as she chewed on her thumbnail.
"C'mon Raki," Kydar said in agreement as he rose to his feet, "Let's get some grub."
The scribe moved to follow his mother out, and Rakiv strode behind him, still somewhat lost in thought. The quartet crossed the courtyard and made their way into the dining hall where the rest of the guild already sat around the table. The men and women in the hall were engaged in much conversation, all of which died down when the guildmistress entered the room.
"Any news?" Anicara asked anxiously.
"Ah, let's all sit down first," Mitsuru urged, "Rubhen, would you say our grace?"
Chairs were pulled out and some scooted aside as room was made for everyone at the table. Once all were settled, Rubhen spread his hands and closed his eyes as he tipped his head forward in reverence to the gods.
"Goddess of earth, of beasts and trees," Rubhen recited, "May this bounty blessed be. Ahm ehn."
"Ahm ehn," came the response from all around the table.
"Please, eat," Mitsuru smiled with a gesture of her hand.
With a clatter of plates and utensils food was served, as the guildsmen plucked various dishes from the platters before them.
"Apologies about the service," the lady of the house said a bit sheepishly, "We weren't able to contact most of our staff, as they're all off for the holidays."
"It's fine mom," Kydar said, chuckling at her fretting, "We're used to eating straight out of the firepit. This is a banquet for us."
"Yes, thank you very much Mr. & Mrs. Raelesin," Rakiv spoke up with a quick nod, "This is very generous."
"Well you're very welcome," Mitsuru smiled brightly.
"So uhm…" Anicara tried again, "Any news?"
"Unfortunately little lady, I'm afraid not," Rubhen answered her, "Most of my messengers aren't discovering much more than what you all picked up on the streets."
"We definitely know those were Prince Mehtu's men though," Kydar nodded firmly, "And apparently there's been a long standing warrant for a young woman fitting Tahlkora's description."
"But didn't anyone hear where she'd been taken?" Alendra asked worriedly, "I couldn't seem to find out anything when I was asking around."
"I would not think it would be difficult to find a teenage girl by the name of Tahlkora," Dawn put in as she lifted a forkful to her lips.
"Well that's just the problem," Rubhen sighed, "You wouldn't think it, but ever since a few years ago, Tahlkora became a very popular girls name."
"It's rather like when Kydar was little," Mitsuru nodded in confirmation, "For several years every other boy was named Jason, and the girls were all named Brittney."
"Yes, so finding a specific teenage girl named Tahlkora has proven difficult," Rubhen said as he rubbed his temple, "I've been getting false leads all night trying to find anyone associated with the charges that the guard captain spoke of."
"So how do we intend to find her?" Melonni asked, "We can't just leave her in prison, can we?"
"No, we won't," Rakiv said with a shake of her head, "But we also still have a mission to complete. So tomorrow we have two tasks before us, which means I'm going to split us up."
The guild paused in the midst of their meal as they all leaned in, eager to hear the guildmistress' orders.
"Dawn, I'm certain that you know how to contact Whisper agents in the city, yes?" Rakiv asked the necromancer.
"I can if I must," the pale haired woman answered.
"Good, then first thing tomorrow I want you to get in touch with them," Rakiv said, "And I want them to find our Tahlkora. Wherever she is, I want to know by no later than sundown tomorrow. Understood?"
"As you say, guildmistress," Dawn replied with a tip of her head.
"Marg, Melonni and Koss, I want you three to go with her," Rakiv said, "I don't want the Whispers giving her any trouble. Make sure they know this is coming from me, and that I expect them to help us out."
"Yes, guildmistress," they all responded.
"The rest of you are coming with me tomorrow," Rakiv said, "I have a lead I want to follow and I think it might be our ticket to seeing Bokka. So get some rest and be ready to look your best tomorrow, we'll need to impress some people."
"Yes, guildmistress," the remainder answered her.
"And I'll keep looking into what I can find," Rubhen said with a nod, "With any luck I'll be able to find something on your friend."
"Begging your pardon, Mr. Raelesin," Rakiv turned to him, "But don't you have things to prepare for the holiday? The Festival is only a day away."
"Well yes, but such things can wait until we've found out what's happened to your friend," the merchant responded.
"Thank you very much sir, but you've done so much for us already," Rakiv said with a shake of her head, "And I don't want to further interrupt your holiday plans. We can take care of it from here."
"Well I suppose but…" Rubhen frowned a little.
"I'm… kinda with her on this dad," Kydar answered, "Seriously, you guys are hosting a party for the Feast night here aren't you? Let us worry about finding Tahlkora, you guys have helped out a lot already."
Rubhen gave a less than pleased grumble, obviously still uneasy about letting the matter go. It was the touch of his wife's hand on his arm that finally convinced him, and the big man sighed and finally gave a short nod.
"Very well," he said, "We do have some things to see to for the Dance night as well… But if you need anything at all.."
"Thanks dad," Kydar nodded with a smile.
"Yes, thank you sir," Rakiv agreed as she glanced down at her finished plate.
"Oh don't worry about the dishes," Mitsuru said quickly, "We do have some of our staff back. They'll take care of it. You all just make sure you get a good night's rest."
"Ah, thank you," Rakiv nodded again, "And in that case, please excuse me."
With a polite nod the ranger pushed her seat out and made her way out of the dining hall.
"Oh, and if you'd like anything washed or laundered," she heard Mitsuru saying to the room as the others began to rise from the table, "Feel free to put it outside your door tonight. We'll have the servants…"
The lady's voice was lost as Rakiv stepped into the courtyard and made her way toward the west wing of the house. She crossed through the great room and slipped through the glass doors of the balcony. The ranger stopped as she stood on the warm stone of the balcony, and looked out across the highlands toward the western mountains. Sliversof silver light beamed down upon her, as the waxing moon rode high in the sky, surrounded by an escort of twinkling stars. A heavy sigh left her lips as she leaned against the railing and ran a hand through her hair. Their first day in the city and already they'd run into trouble. The guildmistress certainly hadn't expected to end up with one of her team arrested when they'd set out from the oasis that morning, but she felt that it was hardly unexpected. There was always some complication that arose on their endevours, some snag that made the whole thing so much more difficult. She turned her eyes to the stars and glared darkly into the inky depths of the night sky as she growled at whoever might be looking down on her.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she snapped.
"Ya know, they just might be."
The ranger jumped in surprise, and turned her head to find Kydar standing only a few feet away. The scribe gave a light chuckle as he too stared up, ignoring Rakiv's glare that was now directed at him.
"I wish you wouldn't do that," she grumbled.
"It's not my fault you can't seem to hear me coming," the scribe shrugged.
"Something I can do for you?" Rakiv asked as she turned her gaze back out to the highlands, "Or you just come out here to talk?"
"Talk about what?" Kydar asked.
"I dunno," the ranger shrugged, "Times like this you always wanna talk. Or do that thing you do, where you try to read me or whatever and then say something cryptic and look all amused."
"I don't do that that often do I?" he blinked at her.
The guildmistress only fixed him with a critical stare, and finally the scribe laughed and shrugged.
"It's how I play the game," Kydar chuckled and grinned at her, "If there's one thing I've learned about you Rakiv, it's that you don't suffer fools. If I don't at least pretend to know more than I'm letting on, you wouldn't respect me now would you?"
The redhead gave a non-comittal grunt as she looked down at her fingers, picking at the torn nail of her thumb as she let loose another soft sigh.
"At the risk of getting into another one of our long conversations," the ranger said slowly, "I been meaning to ask you something."
"And what's that?" he asked curiously.
"Back on Istan," Rakiv said, "Before the invasion and stuff… you said that you were going to keep following me. I've been wanting to ask… why?"
"Why… do I keep following you?" he asked with a curious frown.
"Yeah… I mean," she sighed as she pushed her hair back, "I know I've said this before, but this whole guild leader thing isn't me. I hunt alone. I fight alone. I…"
"Walk alone, eat alone, live alone, sleep alone?" Kydar supplied.
"Wasn't going to say any of those," she chuckled, "But I still don't get it… why you keep at this, nor do I get why you convinced everyone else to follow me too."
"I didn't do that," Kydar chuckled, "I mean sure I put you up for the position, but they all voted for you cause they believe in you too."
"But why?" she exclaimed, "You still haven't told me why!"
Kydar was silent for a moment, his bright hazel eyes flitting back and forth as he considered his words carefully for a moment.
"Because I…" the scribe hesitated for a moment, "Because I guess I see something in you that you don't see yourself. I've said this before, but there's a lot more to you than just this hunting and fighting thing Rakiv. You have a touch of… destiny, about you. There's a spark of greatness in you Raki, it's what made me realize you'd be a great leader."
"Pfft, I'm not that great Kydar," she replied, "I can think of a handful of people who could tell you that."
"Hmph," Kydar said with a shrug as he turned away from her, "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked with a small murmur.
"It means, Rakiv," Kydar chuckled lightly, "That if you won't own up to the first two, then you can go ahead and blame me for the last one."
"Gee, thanks," she laughed lightly.
"You're welcome," Kydar said with a smile and a shrug, "But I meant what I said then, and I still mean it now. I intend to follow you Rakiv."
"Yeah?" she asked with a small snort, "For how long?"
"Long as it takes," he said as he pushed away from the balcony railing and turned away.
"What…?" Rakiv frowned as she turned to look at him, "As long as it takes for what?"
"G'night Rakiv," Kydar chuckled as he pushed open the glass doors, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"… good night," she grumbled, realizing he wouldn't answer her question.
With that the scribe disappeared back inside the house, leaving Rakiv to stand on the balcony. She sighed softly as she twiddled her thumbs, staring off into space as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. There was still so much to do, and amongst all the variables she was faced with, she was certain of one thing. Her sister would be coming soon, with an army of demons at her back. It was Rakiv's resolve to be ready. After several long moments she finally sighed and shook her head as she too pushed away from the railing and looked out at the mountains, staring hard into the west.
"Come and get me Varesh," she muttered as she turned away, "Come and get me."