Night Soil: Interlude

Somewhere in Mynythe on 15 Mey, in Common:

“I did not expect results so quickly.”

“Well, now we’ve got them.  Swordfist reported they’ve finished their part of the job, and this incident will keep everyone from looking at us too closely.”

“What’s our next move?”

“We’ll meet up with the local group.  After the disaster in Moil, we’re going to need to move to plan B.  That means we’re going to need resources.  We’re also going to have to arrange transport for everyone and everything.”

“We’re all out of airships.”

“Don’t take that tone.  It was worth it.  And I know you approved of the distraction.”

(sigh)  “I do know someone who can help.”

“The captain?”

“Yes.  But… as you know, he is expensive.  Especially if we want him to work with us directly.”

“Don’t worry about that.  Negotiate hard, but you’ll get the money you need.  Do you think he’ll ask questions?”

“No.  So long as he gets paid.”


Open Minds: Interlude

Sometime in the evening of 26 Halli, spoken in Illumian:

“This is not good.”

“Agreed.  What are the chances that the Wings of Salvation have the coin, and aren’t telling us about it?”

“Decent.  It’s difficult to say with certainty.  But we’re better off with it in their hands than others.”

“They don’t know how to use it.”

“Exactly.  I’m more concerned that whoever is ultimately behind this will try a different angle.  One we can’t defend against ourselves.”

“Should we warn…?”

“No.  He’s been acting as a guardian for centuries.  I doubt they’ll try his wrath, and if they do… it will end badly for them.”

“Unless something has changed.”

“That’s always a concern.  Besides, he won’t like us bothering him, either.”


“Regardless, we should consider whether we need to adjust our own security arrangements…”

Dire Events: Interlude

Sometime in afternoon of 16 Halli, spoken in Illumian:

“They’re late.”

“I didn’t give them a deadline.”

“Did you expect them to go to the police?”

“That was why I wanted a bunch of do-gooders.  Bunane can’t protect Murnig after this.”

“Are you sure they’ll bring the book back?”

“Pff.  Some of them are Rogental.  Living in this city, they’ll want to get paid.”

“At some point, their do-gooding may exceed their desire to be paid.”

“That’s what I have you for.  I doubt it will come to that.  They’ll want to know how deep the rot runs as much as I do.”

“We’re dealing with undead.  The rot runs all the way down.

“Be fair, they’re not all undead.  A better analogy might be finding out which apples are rotten…”