What a handsome fellow, and kind to boot: Given the state of Arcanix lately, to not only run a collection errand for those friendly lot from Foxglove, but bringing with him a bunch of locally sourced lilies for an aging halfling recluse such as I am… And thoughtful of him to offer to come back and pass along the ending once he finishes the decoding. I don’t suppose the cypher would have been much use to me without … I wonder … something’s not right … he seemed quite genuine, but now that he’s not stood in front of me anymore … Why do I feel like I’ve just made a huge mistake.
Be ready to advance on my mark: I believe we can trust these breathers only within the tightest of bounds. Let them think they hold the key to their escape in their hands; we will have no more than one minute to move into position and disrupt them should they seek a dishonourable retreat after snatching what is ours by right and by agreement. If they falter on their pledge then they prove that they are no better than can be expected and we are duty bound to lay waste to them.
Gone? What in khyber do you mean, “gone”? I must see for my… no. Maelor; I do not know what this means or how it has come to pass, but I know that this was you and that cursed flock of yours, hiding wherever you do and scheming your maniacal schemes. I will fly up myself and see what the scryers have found. It can’t have just … vanished. Are the congressmen accounted for? And what, dare I ask, of Chancellor Siaren?
Of course, Minister – It is a distinct honour to be asked, and make no mistake, you will not regret this choice. You flatter me! Those accolades are more a testament to my team than to myself, but thank you graciously for the high praise. I have some ideas of who I would tap for a mission of such great import, but yes I’m happy to work alongside some of your choosing. Trust that you can leave this matter in my hands while you and your family focus on enjoying the day.
This wretch presumes much, but what am I to do? We rely on one another now, but once I have what is promised and our paths diverge, it will not be long before we meet on the field of battle and this dominance she infers at every turn will mean naught. Her power cannot be denied, but she knows nothing of how to wield it. In months, my kind are able to stand strong against forces many times outnumbering our own, while it has taken millennia for those she believes to be loyal to amass in any significance, and now that they have it is clear she does fathom what war truly demands.
I can’t say that I will look back on this cell fondly, but I must ask; what coalescence of fate and fortune has transpired to result in my release? Relieved though I am to be ascending to the towers proper, I fear more cause to be wary now than while imprisoned and forgotten such as I was. I must first make a short leave to visit an ally in Arcanix township. I will return for the next convening of the congress to assess the state of affairs: Of that you have my solemn word. If you would, prepare a list of what specifically has gone missing for review on my return. I beg your pardon?! Impossible…
Please… I am not like you: I tire. I cannot do what you ask any faster: I am faced with limits that are not within my control to affect. I am not sure that this task can be done… the power that would be needed is incalculable… this is more than a matter of trying… Even a Greater Mark can only do so much.
The time has come you pigs in men’s armor. You’ll get your pay when we are good and done. Now fall in! I said fall in! We strike now and not a moment sooner – I will ’ave my revenge and reclaim what is rightfully mine, and then we will be done. Finished. Quit. Now on my mark: Attack!
Revered mistress; I am your humble and loyal pawn to do with as you please. We number few, but you have my assurance that I have selected those most fit and able to further your cause. Sleep now, mistress: We will take these items collected by my family over the centuries to where they must now go and await the sign that the penultimate ward has been eradicated, then with our most humble of assistance … sleep, sweet mistress: Gather your strength… and take freely of ours.
The rightful heir is returned. I do hope he’s faring well in there … if I could, I’d cook for him all my days. They can’t be faring well, if this trail of bodies is anything to go by … must’ve caught a couple of clocks to the scone would be my guess. Oh my … Is … was that a horse? Must have been a horse – there are saddle bags over there. I’ll just collect those up and … what’s this now? You again?! Blasted golem folk, can’t take a joke. If I had my ritual book handy and a few more minutes…