Olgha had remained near the back of the room throughout the entire audience, a silent shadow observing the interplay between her companions and the gnome. This was not her world, this place of polished floors and veiled words. It reminded her too much of the cloying, superficial courtliness of Leopold's castle. She listened as Daris spoke, her eyes missing nothing: the tremor in his hands, the sweat on his brow, the distress in his voice. She’d learned long ago that a person could be telling the truth, yet still be hiding a deeper lie.
After Vadania's questioning and Daris's final offer of coin, Olgha finally spoke, her voice quiet but carrying an unnerving weight in the sudden lull. "You lost an agent," she stated simply, her gaze fixed on the gnome. "You trusted Videric with a mission of 'utmost importance.' Yet you did nothing until we walked through your door with his apprentice." She took a half-step forward, her expression unreadable. "Were you afraid someone or something would notice if you started asking questions about your own missing man?"
"Makrin had completely lost himself by the time Videric quit. We feared the might of his wrath should he discover we had lied to him. I avoided questioning his departure to keep it out of Makrin's mind, hoping he would not try and look for Videric. We cut communications for the same reason. We feared what would happen if we were ever caught."
Vannithos accepts the pouch without batting an eye. He has little need of coin, but is well aware that it can be used to open doors that would otherwise eat up time in their investigation.
"Can we speak to your historian then? The sigil on these necklaces references an ancient god or...entity from before the gods. If we can discover the connection between it and the vampires, we might know better how to foil their plans."
"Yes of course, follow me." He down some hallways and up another set of stairs to a moderately sized library. To your left is a man sitting behind a desk. "This is Stratford, our historian."
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"Makrin had completely lost himself by the time Videric quit. We feared the might of his wrath should he discover we had lied to him. I avoided questioning his departure to keep it out of Makrin's mind, hoping he would not try and look for Videric. We cut communications for the same reason. We feared what would happen if we were ever caught."
"Yes of course, follow me." He down some hallways and up another set of stairs to a moderately sized library. To your left is a man sitting behind a desk. "This is Stratford, our historian."