so it continues Who: Unknowns, Toria When: Dec 31 Where: The Red Keep Rating: R Status: Closed
“The Queen is all we hoped,” the man said with satisfaction plain in his voice. “Her influence has done much for our cause already.”
“I am less certain of her, my friend. Such loyalties as hers are divided overmuch.”
There was the sound of steel sliding against leather before the first spoke again. “Perhaps, yet such wounds as she deals must prove her change of heart.”
“That only complicated our game, and there was no death for that life—“
“Yet. All things in their own time. Her strokes move them to stumble against themselves in their suspicion.”
The owner of the second voice, younger or perhaps less roughened by the oddly accented syllables, laughed softly. “This latest loss was your work, then?”
“No.” The first speaker was amused. “No, my friend, it would seem the gods have their own games.” The rush of velvet and the scrape of steel as a sword being sharpened. “Such gems for our taking,” he said in a tone of reverence.
“Will you take them now?”
“No, not yet. But it is a foolish merchant who does not take note of where to find such merchandise again.”
“I will hold them for you in trust, ‘til you may have use of them.”
“You serve me well as ever, old friend.” The elder voice chuckled. “I will hence to the queen. Soon this land may have its fill of—“ Two swords were loosened in their scabbards. “Hark, we have a visitor.” The humor was unmistakable and sharper than Valyrian steel.