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Thrius knew what Balathar wanted to talk to him about. He also knew why he was going to speak with him below deck in secret, and alone. | Thrius knew what Balathar wanted to talk to him about. He also knew why he was going to speak with him below deck in secret, and alone. | ||
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Testimony from the Memoirs of Mondecalm, Book I:
Thrius knew what Balathar wanted to talk to him about. He also knew why he was going to speak with him below deck in secret, and alone.
Thrius came with all his weapons, and a few quiet spells protecting him.
Once Thrius entered Balathar’s small, austere quarters, Balathar bayed Thrius sit down on a chair near a nightstand, not far from which Balathar sat, his eyes serious.
“Let’s keep our voices down.”
“I’ll speak just as loud as I want,” the dwarf said loudly.
Balathar’s anger stirred slightly, but quickly went down.
“I know why you want to talk to me,” the dwarf continued with his grumbling voice. “They’re suspicious aren’t they, maybe not of what you and me are talking about, but on the whole they are suspicious. We have some pretty wise fellows up there, and they are piecing things together… I am piecing things together.”
“Piecing what things together Thrius?”
“Things like, I don’t know, the fact that your tax money seems to go to the treasury only to end up back in your pockets…”
“Yes, but I spend it for…”
“… or perhaps the systematic murders of the bosses of Alecthor’s Thieving Guild in Urstwater, the burning of his estates and the fact that Alecthor himself is missing.” (This aroused a small smile from Balathar because he knew for a fact that Joel Vexus had destroyed Alecthor’s drug cartel and eventually killed the master thief himself in a small battle outside of Degrada between both their guilds.)
“And then there’s the death of the old Baron, and the loss of Cyrus. I do wonder where he went.” “Fuck you.”
“You know good Baron,” the dwarf said from his dull eyes behind which sparked genius, “that’s one thing no one has linked to you, the disappearance of that bright young man. No one, with all that intelligence up there, has even thought that you had anything to do with it. Why should they? You know, knowing you, I would think that you would be able to get yourself out of any of the other accusations, even if they proved them, but I think you might have some trouble if they knew about Cyrus.”
Balathar’s eyes narrowed.
“And if,” the dwarf continued, “I were to die, or suddenly disappear, I told Virgil to go to a certain place and dig up a certain manifesto of mine, and not to tell anyone of this at all costs. So really Balathar, you should watch my back at all times.”
The Baron’s eyes were blank.
“Then what do you want Thrius.”
The dwarf smiled. “Oh I don’t know yet if I want anything, although I am thinking I might want justice.”
“If you do that,” Balathar spat, “I guarantee you at least one other person will go down with me.”
