Season of Spring, Day 10, Year 512AV Ravok was a peculiar kind of city. Outwardly it was beautiful. An elegant city that one could only dream of in their bedtime stories and never actually believe is real. Tall intricate buildings, the sliver of the canals mixed with its equally elegant people, even the slaves had a certain sense of poise and dignity. Even now, in after the storm the building held almost a sort of elegant decay. The rebuilding was going well and some structures were better off having been ruined by the storm for now they held an even greater beauty. Of course inside—inside its people thrived on espionage, hidden words, lies and betrayal. A carefully wound type of chaos bundles up in a neat little package. Only those cut out for the life could live there. The rest fled during the first sun up. But even amongst the tightly woven threads of destruction everything had its place. The poor, the common, the middle and the wealthy; each had a particular spot they held in society and it was very hard to keep any secret in such a place. After all, loose lips sank ships and even your mother could wind up selling you for a cracker. With this type of happenings going on each ‘friendly’ smile and passing word made mischief and rumors run amuck. It was never hard to find out something about someone in Ravok and whether it be true or not was never of importance so long as you gained something in the end. Then again, one misstep and you would be on the receiving end of the Ravokian people’s justice and depending on who you angered, well, there are fates worse than death, some that would make even the finest torture a blessing. Sook, of course, found the whole dealings to be highly amusing. What better form of entertainment than a living chess board? The stakes were obviously higher but one could not have fun if there was not some grieve consequence at the end of the road. As such it was no great thing for her to pay off a young beggar lad to go and fetch juicy tidbits. Most likely he would have no qualms selling out that Sook was the one looking for information but it mattered not. If the boy was unlucky he would be dead by nightfall. Though she had to admit he had given her better information than she bargained for. It was no small secret that not everyone in Ravok worshipped Rhysol but none would dare have anything as foolish as the Gnosis of another God or Goddess, not unless it benefitted Rhysol or their caretakers. Yet, there was a woman who obviously had secrets and did not want them told. And what better leverage was there than the simple and elegant style of blackmail? None. Basics were, after all, the foundation of any good game. But as simple as getting information was, finding a person was another matter entirely. Unless they were a person of a large name and to simply go knocking on such a persons’ door would not only be foolish but deadly. But this girl…she could not possibly be one of such a name. Not if she would end a man’s life to protect her secret. “Good boy.” Bending down Sook pressed her lips to the boys temple in a poor parody of affection and slid a silver miza into the boys hand, “Now go get her. I'll be here waiting.” "What shall I tell her, mum?" "Whatever you want, just be sure to mention that I have a loose tongue after a good drink. We wouldn't want me to spill the beans now, would we?" Giving a quick wink, she leaned against the side of the tavern. Sook let a small smile grace her features as she watched the boy meander off down the street. Unknown and unnoticeable, the perfect little puppet and actor. Closing her eyes and crossing her arms only when he was out of sight Sook began to count the chimes slowly, waiting for her playmate to come. |