When virtue rises one foot, the devil rises ten
- Chinese proverb
"Of course, something of this nature will require..." The greed that hung in the breath of silence between them was palpable. "...a premium, Viktor," the voice rising from the shadows punctuated its point with a hiss.
Whatever assistance and resources I can offer, are yours, Veighn. But I ask that you leave Viki be.
I am sure we can come to an amicable agreement, Veighn.
I... shall withdraw my personal horrifying haunt of the child, in payment for your assistance, m'lord Lucien...
"Of course." A measured grin tugged behind Lucien's neatly trimmed beard.
"In advance," the barrister's unseen companion added.
Lucien tossed a small purse across the table, the leather pouch disappearing into the shadows with a muffled clank. "Just like last time."
A few more muffled jingles sounded from the shadows, before it silenced behind the soft rustle of fabric.
Was there something in particular you wished to learn of?
Any information ye can gain access to regarding a certain plane would be very promising.... I have need of such information to unlock a ... secret I've been harboring.
I will endeavor to find whatever I can for you.
A raspy breath finally broke the veil of weighty silence that settled at the table. "What you seek, like the last time..."
The barrister held up a hand, staying anything else from the shadows. "I am aware of the dangers. Just like the last time..."
Careful, I would employ servants for the more arcane tomes and scrolls, as their nature can be very dangerous in the wrong hands. Those materials, most likely, could be handed over to Alysia to examine... though I am sure she has a collection of amassed information in her own stores.
If'n this scroll be true, Lucien, I must wonder wha' it be ye 'ave nae spoken this day, wha' causes ye to delve into such workings. I jus' be... concerned. Concerned as to why ye wish me to translate the 'Wisdom Rites o' Darken Down' for ye and to wha' ends ye mean to use such knowledge.
He shook his head to chase away the voices rising from his memories, recent and the distant past alike.
"It is your funeral, Viktor."
A grin twisted at the corner of the barrister's mouth. "You can't get paid by a dead man." The grin faded to a stoic mien. "You can send word in the usual manner."
"A'dos quarth! " Reproach dripped like honey from the shadows, which drew a short bark of humorless laughter from the barrister. Lucien rose from the table, pushing his chair back with a grumbling creek. "Keep playing with fire, and you'll get burned, Viktor," the shadow warned.
"Whatever it takes," came the barrister's hushed reply.
- Chinese proverb
"Of course, something of this nature will require..." The greed that hung in the breath of silence between them was palpable. "...a premium, Viktor," the voice rising from the shadows punctuated its point with a hiss.
Whatever assistance and resources I can offer, are yours, Veighn. But I ask that you leave Viki be.
I am sure we can come to an amicable agreement, Veighn.
I... shall withdraw my personal horrifying haunt of the child, in payment for your assistance, m'lord Lucien...
"Of course." A measured grin tugged behind Lucien's neatly trimmed beard.
"In advance," the barrister's unseen companion added.
Lucien tossed a small purse across the table, the leather pouch disappearing into the shadows with a muffled clank. "Just like last time."
A few more muffled jingles sounded from the shadows, before it silenced behind the soft rustle of fabric.
Was there something in particular you wished to learn of?
Any information ye can gain access to regarding a certain plane would be very promising.... I have need of such information to unlock a ... secret I've been harboring.
I will endeavor to find whatever I can for you.
A raspy breath finally broke the veil of weighty silence that settled at the table. "What you seek, like the last time..."
The barrister held up a hand, staying anything else from the shadows. "I am aware of the dangers. Just like the last time..."
Careful, I would employ servants for the more arcane tomes and scrolls, as their nature can be very dangerous in the wrong hands. Those materials, most likely, could be handed over to Alysia to examine... though I am sure she has a collection of amassed information in her own stores.
If'n this scroll be true, Lucien, I must wonder wha' it be ye 'ave nae spoken this day, wha' causes ye to delve into such workings. I jus' be... concerned. Concerned as to why ye wish me to translate the 'Wisdom Rites o' Darken Down' for ye and to wha' ends ye mean to use such knowledge.
He shook his head to chase away the voices rising from his memories, recent and the distant past alike.
"It is your funeral, Viktor."
A grin twisted at the corner of the barrister's mouth. "You can't get paid by a dead man." The grin faded to a stoic mien. "You can send word in the usual manner."
"A'dos quarth! " Reproach dripped like honey from the shadows, which drew a short bark of humorless laughter from the barrister. Lucien rose from the table, pushing his chair back with a grumbling creek. "Keep playing with fire, and you'll get burned, Viktor," the shadow warned.
"Whatever it takes," came the barrister's hushed reply.