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The Champion's Companion 15

1/11/2011

Introduction: Marcos makes the journey and arrives at
the only place that could produce a prince like Monto...



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Marcos figured that after slightly more than two weeks
of travel out of Pyressel they would arrive in Sellis. For
several days, they were able to find conveniently placed
inns. The land around them slowly opened up as the forest
gave way to the lowlands of grassy clearings and meadows.
Marcos was pleased with their efficient travels.


The money they used attracted attention. People at inns
and stables would furtively look around after taking it
and secreting it away. Marcos rapidly noticed how they
coveted the gold or silver coins. He thought of how if the
guild controlled the markets then this money would be quickly
turned over to them and disappear. It seemed that the people
were stockpiling what they could on their own. A common
trait in centralized systems, they lose track of the small
transactions. No system is good enough to work against
the collective.


Marcos was not sure if this meant they wanted to leave the
area and needed the money, or if the individuals meant to
keep all the outside money for themselves, or if they had
a black market that used it. He couldn’t seem to ask anyone
what they valued the money for until the fifth night traveling.
The group went up stairs after dinner and Marcos hung around
to get answers.


He had tipped a waitress for a drink and flipped a coin at
her from across the table. Men from across the serving area
pounced on her and he watched while deep in thought as the
barkeeper and other waitresses defended the woman from
being robbed. After things calmed down, he was able to walk
up to the front of the inn and have a word with the innkeeper.



“What’s the problem with money around here?” He
asked furtively.


“Excuse me sir?” The skinny innkeeper asked. Marcos
noted later that he was uncharacteristically thin for
his profession.


“The money. Why did everyone get so excited over it just
now?” Marcos turned and looked at him full on.


“It can be used in more places then a guild voucher, and
it’s real. Most shop owners and merchants have left and
only traveling traders come in rarely. When they do come
into town, they only work or sell stuff for real money.”
The innkeeper shrugged. “That money buys a lot of stuff
the guild doesn’t sell.”


“Thank you.” Marcos said slipping out several coins
and stepping back. He watched the innkeeper quickly snatch
away the money like all the others. He moved up to his room
with the same thoughtful expression he’d been wearing
a lot lately.


“Well, hello.” Kaarthen said from the tub as Marcos
entered his room. Her white hair was unbraided and flowed
behind her. Mara was attending her long pale legs and was
naked to keep her other clothes dry.


“This town is starved like all the others. Did you know
caravans come into town to sell them basic services?”
Marcos said walking past them to a sofa they moved away from
the fireplace for the tub. He pulled out his swords and laid
them against the couch.


“Like what?” Kaarthen asked.


“Tailors, shopkeepers, and shoe makers I suppose. They
almost had a riot down stairs when I tipped the waitress.”
Marcos said suddenly getting an idea.


“A riot huh?” Kaarthen mused. “An outbreak of chaos
for money?”


“Yes Kaarthen, that would be perfect.” His mind envisioned
riots breaking out all over the countryside once they got
to Sellis.


Marcos bent to kiss her. “Wh…What?” Kaarthen said
looking at him confused and turned in the tub to watch him
closer. “Hmm, you seem happy. Have you come to a solution
about the complex economic debacle looming ahead of us?”



“Perhaps.” Marcos said and retreated to the sofa.



Moments later, Kaarthen stood and the water glistened
off her body as she towered over the room. Her statuesque
for was heavily muscled and only slightly padded. Her heavy
pendulous breasts swung and swayed flicking drops back
into the tub. Standing in the small tub, she seemed to dwarf
everything around her. Mara looked like a pixie hopping
on her toes trying to dry her Mistress.


“I think you’ve grown taller Kaarthen. Tell me, how
do you think we could get into the inner circle of the nobles
and rub shoulders with royalty?” Marcos mused. He started
to distract her by undressing as she thought about it.


“Umm money? They like money right?” Kaarthen said
not understanding what he wanted her to know. Mara was slowly
and softly rubbing her dry with the towel. Mara’s large
breasts also pressed against her as she slid around her.



“Right, but that would be handled by clerks and pursers.
How would we get close?” He said watching Kaarthen bend
over for her hair to be wrapped.


“Sneak into a party or hold one of our own?” Kaarthen
said unsure if Menthino held enough sway to have the upper
class of Sellis attend.


“Perhaps the first one would be best. Menthino has a small
embassy in Sellis, we still treat them like a city.” Marcos
noted sitting naked on the couch idly stroking his hardening
cock.


Everything was interrupted by a knock at the door. Marcos
and the two women paused staring at the door surprised.



“It’s Ein and the Prince.” Kaarthen said quietly.
Marcos quietly got up and went to unlock the door.


“Enter.” Marcos said opening it.


He was still naked, and Kaarthen and Mara were also in states
of undress.


“I uh…” Started the prince, as he looked around the
room shocked. Ein simply looked on bemused at the affairs
of the room. Mara and Kaarthen defiantly remained uncovered.
The two women rubbed oils on Kaarthen’s body as she sat
in the couch Marcos left. Kaarthen spread her legs carelessly
as Mara attended her inner thighs and abdomen.


“Well?” Marcos said testily with a hand on his hip.
”Do you need a bedtime? What do you want?”


“I…I wanted to know…What I was to do in Sellis.”
The prince answered swiveling his head about the room.
Mara and Kaarthen continued to ignore him as they continued
with the massage.


“We’ll be crossing the border in a few more days. You’ll
likely stay in the Embassy. If I find out it’s possible,
or if they request it, you’ll go back to your family. I
don’t think they can be visible trying to kill you, and
they certainly can’t let it look like some outside group
was responsible. You’ll have to find out what’s going
on once you’re back in town all by yourself.” Marcos
said holding the door. “I will be out on my own, and finding
information about the guild and how it relates to your family.
Menthino has very little contact in Sellis, but that is
going to change. In fact, we’ll have a party for you when
we get there.”


“Oh uh that sounds wonderful. I…Um that was bothering
me for a while. I was just a little worried… please excuse
me.” The prince said spinning away out the door.


Marcos closed the door behind him and turned to Kaarthen
and Mara who were both shiny with oil. “Let’s get to
bed.”


They moved over and got onto the bed. Marcos lay beneath
Kaarthen and Mara. Kaarthen straddled him and leaned forward
pushing her breasts to his face.


Mara gobbled his cock behind her making throaty wet noises
and slurps.


“You can’t make me.” Marcos said childishly turning
his head to refuse her.


“No, no, no, baby’s gotta drink.” Kaarthen said
playing along and smearing herself along his face. She
could feel Mara behind her sucking him in full strokes as
Marcos came to complete hardness.


“Baby likes mommy milk, ” Kaarthen said leaning in
further and pushing a breast to him while holding his head
still. Finally, he took her right nipple in his mouth and
popped her nipple out with a strong suck. “There we go,
suckle it slowly.” The intense acute pleasure seemed
to shoot up her breast down her arm and across her chest.
He took her other nipple and squeezed it in to his mouth also.
The pleasures made her lean in and threaten to smother him
before she settled back almost sitting on Mara’s head.
Mara sensed her Mistress’ need and moved away and teased
her with Marcos’ throbbing cock. She wagged it around
while Kaarthen tried to sit back upon him.


Mara finally lined him up for her as she sucked on his balls
one at a time. Kaarthen sank back onto him and came instantly
as he penetrated her. She felt her orgasm was intensified
and extended by Marcos’ sucking. For a brief eternity,
she was completely lost in the pleasure of Marcos on her
and in her.


Like breaking the surface after a deep dive they both exploded
with a exhale as Marcos paused for a breath and Kaarthen
was released from the blizzard of pleasure. “Wow I always
enjoy that so much.” Kaarthen said as she petted Marcos.
He looked so much like a baby with both eye’s closed sucking
contently.


She moved her hips slowly building intensity to bring him
off again. Behind her, Mara licked her asshole and fondled
Marcos’ balls. The cool softness of her breasts on her
ass comforted Kaarthen as she continued to rock steadily.
After only a few moments Marcos came. Kaarthen was quite
pleased as she felt his body tense and his cock pulse within
her.


She slept that night in the same position straddling Marcos
after Mara had finished and curled next to them.


By morning, her pussy was slightly sore but very ready for
another quick fuck. With more energy, she rode Marcos,
as he lay awake under her. His hard cock pushed deep into
her slick wetness, and small orgasms popped through her
as she marched into the warm embrace of a mind-numbing climax.



Spent, she sagged over him mindlessly kissing and licking
his face in her afterglow. Marcos rolled her over as she
gazed up stupidly at him as he pounded down into her with
deep long strokes. Her legs were brought up over her head
as he took her savagely plunging his full ten inches as deep
as he wanted into her.


In her swirling haze of pleasure she could feel Mara’s
mind in hers reveling and sharing the pleasure she felt
along with the sight of them in full lust craze. Marcos shifted
into deeper short stokes as his cock swelled within her.
Finally, he came gasping as he felt his balls truly empty
into her, and then dropped as his tiredness crept up on him.



After a quick moment of rest, they left the bed and dressed
for the continued trip to Sellis.


Four days later, the group found itself on the open grass
fields of the valley surrounding Sellis. The field was
more than a hundred square miles of an oval shaped clearing.
Mountains ringed the valley on three sides in a C-shape.
On the west side, in the gap of the mountains, Sellis stood
on a hill that many thousands of years ago was an island.
Behind it, and further west, was a canal leading to a harbor.



Kaarthen remembered her visit to the map room in Marcos’
tower in Mavvus. From above the fields look like an emerald
with wandering facet lines of yellow. She remembered how
the many roads crisscrossed the valley like animal paths
near a water hole.


As they rode up the dirt road, they came upon tall narrow
towns. Usually, they were only a block or two wide and half
a dozen long. The buildings were tall five to eight story
stone structures. They seemed to keep a majority of their
residents off the streets. In between buildings, there
were arching stone and rope bridges, people looked down
at them as they crossed and went about their business. Below
them on the streets, the ground was littered with dropped
items, food, and what Kaarthen hoped wasn’t human waste.
Men in work gangs toiled nearby in short wide alleys loading
items onto pallets that were pulled up into buildings by
rope pulleys.


The towns seemed like towers that dotted the landscape.
She realized they had few, if any ground entrances into
the buildings. The buildings must have doubled as excellent
protection for the women and children inside the event
of a raid of bandits.


In the fields, surrounding them, scattered herds of horses
were grazing and running free. Sheep and cattle herds were
tended by shepherds on horse back wearing wide sunhats.



The trip had grown quiet as the group made its way through
the destination they traveled so far for. Finally the closed
in on the city in the distance.


Sellis sat on a remote hill. Surrounded by flat grasslands,
the hill spiked up like a triangular tooth. If Kaarthen
hadn’t known the city was built on an island she would
have considered it one of Marcos’ crown jewels of security.
Running roughly around the bottom of the hill was a high
thick sea wall. Towers studded the wall at points, and had
blue tiled cone roofs. Behind the wall, several tall narrow
buildings stood in a chaotic jumble. Kaarthen realized
a great many people forced themselves to live in the small
spaces. Others had worked hard so that as many as possible
fit in to the compact spaces. At the top of the urbanized
hill, a rectangular palace stood. Kaarthen couldn’t
see much if any security structures and she was instantly
perplexed by the seeming aloofness of the elegant spires
of the structure.


Despite being made of stone, the structure seemed fragile.
Bell towers with large bronze bells dangling from semicircle
holes stood around the edges of the building and a tall glass
structure stood in the center. Below the towers and other
slender spires, the bulk of the building sat under a blue
and purple tiled roof. It had semi circle cuts in the walls
for balconies and sunrooms.


“There it is, the great city of Sellis!” The prince
exclaimed proudly. He seemed happy for the first time Kaarthen
saw him.


“The whole city could fit within the Citadel’s walls.”
Ein noted. She wasn’t exaggerating by much.


“The city is a feat of engineering. Mavvus doesn’t
have as many tall buildings as the city with its fabled apartments.”
The prince snapped.


“Leethon was still much larger.” Ein shot back.


“Anyway, ” Marcos said trying to end the conversation.
“We need to go through and stop on the eastside to find
the apartments owned by Menthino.”


“Yes, I know exactly where that quarter is. All the ambassadors
stay there. It’s a common place for royalty to meet with
visitors and heads of state. It is also quite close to the
Palace.” The prince said moving closer to talk to Marcos.
“Menthino has a building on a block with Osmuun and Dar
Delis I believe.”


“Lead the way prince. Will we have any trouble getting
you into the city?” Marcos asked not really concerned
if anything actually happened to him now.


“No. The nobles know me on sight, but not too many of the
commoners have seen me before. None but my maids or servants
could recognize me. I also don’t think anyone brought
word ahead of us of my arrival since few saw, or spoke to us
along the way.” Prince Carthin assessed.


“Plenty of people saw us, but they usually passed over
us to look at them.” Marcos mused and gestured to the women.



They finally closed in on the city as the sun started to set.
Marcos was glad since the towns they passed didn’t seem
to be open to travelers or even have obvious stables. Sellis
was big on free ranging their animals but the group hadn’t
branded their horses.


As they approached the gate, they inched forward in dense
traffic with carts of wool, chickens, furniture, straw,
and building sand. The guards let them through quickly
after checking Marcos’ letter of diplomacy. Marcos
was pleased the men couldn’t read since he gave them the
wrong paper. Obviously, they were simply impressed by
the elegant script and the embossed seal.


Within the city, the streets were narrow dark valleys untouched
by the setting sun. Overhead the buildings loomed and seemed
to close in. The street remained packed in almost any direction.
The prince led them up further into the city and despite
the widening of the streets slightly, the traffic didn’t
slow or cease. People walking and carts all around them
inched slowly up and down the streets.


Finally, the prince guided the weary group off the street
and under an overhang into a dark room at the base of a building.



“This should be it.” He said and swung down off the horse.
Marcos dismounted and removed his swords while the others
followed suit looking around in the vacant room. Straw
and stacked barrels and crates covered the floor. The prince
found a door and a pull cord for service.


After a moment, movement was heard and a servant opened
the door to see them.


“Please come in.” The servant quietly requested and
stepped back to allow the six through the door and up a short
flight of stairs. At the top Kaarthen was shocked to find
herself in yet another street for the block of buildings.
The elegant elevated common area had people casually strolling
among fountains and potted plants. Elegant columns held
up a high roof of the building they stood under. The floor
was polished marble, with short steps down onto uncovered
walkways that went in an orderly fashion to the other buildings
across and in front of them.


“Please, take us to the Ambassador of Menthino.” Marcos
beckoned the servant.


“Of course sir, and who shall I announce?” The servant
asked.


Marcos paused for a moment before responding. “Prince
Carthin of Sellis, The King’s First Knight, and a high
priestess of our Goddess.” Marcos said slowly. He presented
the papers he had made up for them. In the prince’s case,
it was a delicate forgery. Later, when presented at the
court or the floor of the senate he would have to make sure
the papers pass scrutiny.


The servant looked at them each in turn and led them to the
walkways and upstairs to the ambassador’s quarters.



After a furtive knock, the servant slipped in leaving them
outside. After a few moments, the Ambassador came in with
laughter in his eyes.


He was a balding round man. He wore expensive silk robe of
a tan or a peach color. Not exactly fat his robes showed an
obvious bulge of a belly and his cheeks were ruddy from drink.



“Greetings Sir and Welcome! I am the diplomatic officer
in Sellis, Mallio Pennion.” He said with a flourished
bow. “I received word on you imminent arrival. The Queen
sends her compliments and an officer from Pessilberg.”



He motioned them into the building. The interior had an
elegant residential feel that was for putting diplomats
and citizens at ease. Brown leather and wood furniture
complemented the paneled walls and grey stone floor. In
the lounge, the Ambassador remained standing and picked
up a short stemmed glass of whisky from a waiting end table.



“My servants were curious if that was a real seal. Whomever
did it could make good money in this town selling seals.”
He said handing back the documents.


“Thank you, one of my women did it free hand using molded
clay for the wax seal. The rest as I understand is just lots
of calligraphy and an orange, blue, and brown ribbon.”
Marcos said unable to hide his pride. It was good information
to know he wouldn’t have problems. “Nobody can tell?”



Most diplomatic missions double as spy houses in the eventual
hopes that subterfuge and misinformation can save lives
back home. Menthino, like the Sisterhood, and several
other cities and states, pushes for every possible advantage
in foreign courts.


“Likely nobody would know, most times the senate or the
Guild make the rules lately. Royal decrees that we get our
hands on aren’t sealed like that, or even signed.”
The ambassador said shrugging. “How about I get you some
rooms ready? I have an open invitation to present you in
the senate. If you would like we can go in tomorrow.”


“That sounds excellent.” Marcos said turning.


Ambassador Pennion motioned with his drink for a servant.
“Good, but do stay for a moment I have a man sent a long way
here for you.” He said and motioned with his other hand
for another servant who sped off in another direction.
The women, and Prince Carthin, followed the first servant
up the stairs and away to get settled in.


“Ah, let’s sit.” Said the ambassador sinking into
a chair.


Marcos was aware how the man seemed to quietly take charge
of the room and so far directed everything. He had no intention
of getting in a pissing contest or killing this seemingly
useful agent of the Crown.


“Thank you but I will have to see him in private. Tomorrow
we will have much to discuss.” Marcos said remaining
standing.


“Sounds quite reasonable.” The ambassador said slightly
dejected.


Marcos reasoned that drunk or not the man was a shrewd and
skillful actor. Likely the ideal person to be left here
as Menthino dealt with Sellis.


“Tell me how long have you been here?” Marcos asked,
knowing the man had been here thirteen years and was married
twice to merchant’s daughters of a foreign then a local
family.


“Little more than a decade, but I’ll never get tired
of working here. I trained up in Munklin for years with those
crazy barbarians, but Sellis is crazy in its own special
ways.” Ambassador Pennion said candidly.


Marcos nodded. “I’m sure you have evacuation routes
planned in case we need to leave quickly?”


“Yes, actually it’s a badly kept secret how easy it
is to get out of the city.” The ambassador replied chuckling.



Marcos snorted. “What the sewers? We’ve heard of that
even in Mavvus. Please find a more creative way. I don’t
want assassins all over the prince if he needs to flee. He
may still be useful.” Marcos instructed.


A large wide muscular man was shown in by a servant as the
two spoke. The man had light hair and grey eyes. He was suntanned
and stood at six feet. He wore knee high leather boots with
dark pants tucked in and a red shirt under a leather jacket.



“Ah, this would be the man, let me leave you in privacy.”
The ambassador said hopping up to take his leave.


After a moment, the man took the ambassador’s seat. He
sat still quietly while studying Marcos with a blank face.



“So what message do you have for me?” Marcos asked as
he placed a knee on the seat across from him. His swords kept
him from enjoying plush seats sometimes.


“I am captain of a sixty man detachment of our heavy assault
infantry sent into Sellis’ port to assist you. I am told
to report and work in whatever way you see fit.” The man
said in an understated low voice.


“Thank you I will likely need you to stay here. Tomorrow
bring two of your best men to make a show of guarding the prince.”
Marcos said. He had a growing plan in his head that was starting
to take shape. “Is… Colonel Vieght onboard?” he
asked with hope and dread.


“Yes sir, He was curious what could draw you out. He is
at the harbor with the men.”


Long ago, the colonel and five other men had been survivors
of a vampire attack. Of the six, only two kept from going
insane after the nightmare of their capture. The men had
spiraled into various self-destructive behaviors and
eventually died taking a great many human and vampire lives
with them. The colonel understood and shared Marcos’
burning hatred of vampires because of what he became. Of
the four who went crazy he had killed one himself to protect
a town. The colonel and the other man who had become a general
lived on by throwing themselves into their work and defending
Menthino. Both had become Marcos’ trusted hands in times
of crisis and chaos.


Despite their sacrifice, neither could ever enter Marcos’
protected city of Mavvus again. They instead had roving
warrants of inspection to travel where they wished doing
what needed to be done. Colonel Vieght, like Marcos, was
an excellent light infantryman. He was skilled as a ranger,
an assassin, or as a scout. He trained the heavily armored
assault infantrymen based in Pessilberg on the assassin’s
skills of stalking, urban ambushes, and covert operations.
The arts were only useful for the Palace guards since the
heavy assault was never used in ambushes. Nevertheless,
the large men learned priceless lessons and became swift
on their feet and comfortable out of their armor shells.



“Good, that will be all. Have the two men in here by tomorrow
night.” Marcos said and rose spinning to the door. Behind
him, the captain silently crept off.


“If you’ve heard enough, I would like to be shown to
my room.” Marcos said to the figure he knew to be behind
him at the doorway.


“Ah, yes Milord.” Came a squeaky reply from a young
maid. She peaked around and Marcos was surprised by her
young age. She was short, light brown haired, and lightly
tanned. Her hair was pig tailed and her wide eyes seemed
wet and innocent. “My apologies Milord, I only stayed
to show you to your room after the meeting.”


“Very well lead on woman.” Marcos said dismissively.



His thoughts centered on the girl and resolved to find out
if she was a spy for the ambassador or someone outside. As
he walked to the room, he guessed she was only eighteen but
certainly seemed younger. His eyes didn’t see any hidden
weapons in obvious places, but his women in the tower didn’t
carry one blade either and they were considerably more
lethal than anyone could ever guess.


“Miss, have you been with the house long?” Marcos asked
as they went up the stairs. He still watched her intensely
and readied his left arm to strike.


“Ah no, only within this year milord.” The maid replied.



“You must learn not to stand too close to talking people
in this place, it is more than rude.” Marcos said warningly.



“Yes Milord I understand I will do that of course, ”
She said turning her head. “This is your room sir, please
enjoy your stay with us.”


Marcos walked in before realizing he hadn’t asked if
she were a local. Her accent was flat and he didn’t hear
any western influence.


Inside his room, Kaarthen sat in a chair facing the door
and seemed to be polishing Lourndai idly and seemed on edge.
Behind her, Mara had the dozens of knives she carried laid
out around her on the bed. Both women were quietly tense
and watchful.


“Have you noticed anything?” Marcos asked but knew
without being told.


“The first room they gave us had an open listening panel
in it. I didn’t find anything in here but I’m not able
to relax anymore. Ein and Rinis have barricaded the prince
in a room across from us. They didn’t search the room yet
so they are staying quiet and acting normal.” Kaarthen
reported. “If we could get better service in this city
at an inn I would suggest leaving, but they seem weird about
foreigners here.”


“Who was foreigner?” Marcos asked interested. In
most diplomatic missions, a majority of the staff were
natives.


“It seems that the servants and the maids here are though
they hide it well.” Kaarthen replied. “I’m able
to notice those things since most people I’m around are
strange and exotic to me.” She fibbed.


The goddess within her told her exactly what the people
surrounding her were thinking. The men and women in this
place were almost all here stealing and selling information.
Marcos wasn’t yet supposed to understand her abilities
or the fact that the goddess took residence within her mind,
but he could still share the knowledge she gained.


“Interesting, Mara I want you to keep an eye on a young
maid about your height but very young looking. If you think
her snooping, kill her immediately. Kaarthen help her
out if you notice any others, I don’t like people seeing
what’s going on.” Marcos ordered.


He crossed the room and lay across the couch on Kaarthen's
left with his feet to the door. No one felt like fucking in
the tense situation they were in. They knew they were invulnerable
but they didn’t want to advertise.


Several hours later, as the creaks around them settled,
they heard a muffled scuffle from the next room. Kaarthen
was the first out the door followed by Marcos. Across the
hall, the prince sat against the bed’s headboard tied
by his wrist.


Rinis at on the foot of the bed with two stilettos in her right
hand. Ein stood over the body of a man in a black Safi leather
body suit. She gripped twin daggers loosely in either hand
as she looked into his dead dark eyes. Vertical slashes
exposed two steel plates that covered his upper chest.
A small horizontal slit between the plates showed where
Ein had made it into the man’s heart.


The man seemed short and muscular and had dark spiky short
hair that seemed greased or sweaty. He still clutched a
long straight single edge dagger of black steel in his right
hand. The arm that held it was slashed repeatedly along
the inside making it useless before the man died. Marcos
assessed that despite her size she cut through the Safi
fairly easily with numerous critical cuts.


Marcos turned from the body. “First, Ein are you okay?”



“Yes, Master. I was moving too fast to be scared. At first,
I couldn’t cut him and I got frantic. After that…He
died.” She said flatly staring at the body in virgin wonder.
She just learned what all the training did to a living breathing
target. It was a good lesson but staring would lead to nightmares
or hesitation.


“Don’t look at him anymore go to our bedroom.” Marcos
snapped then paused. He didn’t want to make this experience
negative for her. He hugged her quickly before pulling
back to look at her. “Hold on a second, you did well Ein.
You cut past the Safi with what looks like a dozen strikes.
Exactly as trained, you destroyed his ability to fight
and pressed in quickly. I don’t care that he won’t answer
any questions, he might have escaped. It seems you adapted
and got past the hard armor also.” Marcos said noting
the slashes that dented steel as he squatted down and checked
for pockets. Kaarthen pushed her breast milk on everyone
and it was turning these women into monsters, him too for
that matter.


“Don’t feel pity for those like this who attack you.
You will kill more, and sometimes they may not be as worthy.
Some people can’t shake the memory of the faces and it
haunts them for what they did, and who they left behind.
You’ll live too long to be stuck in that nightmare so I
want you to leave and know that this man lived by the blade
and he just died by it.” Marcos continued and started
rolling the body in a carpet.


Marcos easily found the opened wall panel the assassin
entered from that led out to a ledge outside. Marcos dumped
the body out from whence it came. This was supposed to be
his diplomatic mission and yet they got the most compromised
rooms. That little fuck up nearly scrubbed his mission
and would have caused a diplomatic and political nightmare.
Already this city was stinking of treason, and subversion.



The night past uneventfully after the scuffle and the group
was down early for breakfast. Everyone was alert but their
expressions and appearance belied the fact that none had
any meaningful sleep the night before. They sat quietly
in the dining room until a surprised butler came in still
wearing bedclothes.


“I apologize for the late breakfast, the schedule kept
by the ambassador is later than perhaps what you must be
used to. Perhaps, I could serve tea in the lounge downstairs
until our cooks arrive.” The man said tiredly.


Grumbling the group went downstairs. The butler came down
dressed in livery with tea and hard crackers for them. Marcos
mixed brandy into his drink and Kaarthen, Mara, and Ein
passed the bottle around too.


By mid morning the group was tensed, irritated, buzzed,
and dangerously close to eating anything that stopped
in front of them long enough.


“Ah good morning! Can I have breakfast with you all?”
Said the ambassador sweeping into the room. He was wearing
a light green robe that disgusted Marcos. It was fresh looking,
but it occurred to him that it was little more than an expensive
sleeping robe.


“Breakfast sounds fucking excellent. Will we also have
lunch before going to the court?” Marcos snipped.


The cheery ambassador missed the comment but frowned at
the empty brandy bottle. “Oh no sir we’ll be along after
lunch. I’m glad to be in the presence of such beauties.
Are they gifts for the crown? Sellis has grown quite dissatisfied
with us since the Queen demanded all traded be done in gold
standard weight currency.”


Marcos smirked at the comment. The wily Queen was going
to bilk them for what she could before she shut down trade
completely and starved their asses.


“I’m not here for those discussions.” Marcos responded
flatly. He marveled at how overnight he stopped trusting
the Crown’s diplomatic officer despite thinking him
an excellent speaker and soft styled negotiator less the
twenty four hours ago.


The ambassador tried a different tack. “Well they will
certainly ask for such fine specimens since in diplomacy
all things are related.”


“Perhaps. Ambassador please let’s eat quickly, the
prince has a condition.” Marcos gestured and led the
way.


“Oh? Then I must have the same condition.” He responded
rubbing his stomach.


The group sat and dropped all politeness as they gorged.
The stress they felt was masked by the excellent food in
heaping portions. Marcos found himself watching the ambassador
eat trying to see if he missed or spared certain foods.


Starving a target only to poison them was a tactic used in
some courts so he couldn’t be too careful. Despite his
immortality, swallowing crushed glass would make him
wish he could die.


The ambassador spoke after a lull. “Well sir, I see you
were up early and waiting shall I have the house open the
kitchen earlier for you?”


“Yes that would be excellent.” Marcos replied pushing
back from the table.


“My servants should get an idea of how long you will be
staying.” The ambassador asked.


Marcos slammed his utensils down loudly. “Ambassador
Pennion you are very qualified for this post but for the
remainder of my stay I will need to be left in privacy as I
execute my orders from the Crown. I cannot answer questions,
and I believe in order to maintain secrecy I will need to
be treated with discretion.” Marcos stated loudly shamelessly
resting his gold gauntlet on the table. “After you present
me in court I will take over from there. You may continue
to serve normally or you can stay here and drink until I leave.
But, you may not question or interfere with me or any of my
activities.”


The Ambassador blanched at the veiled threats.


“Okay well…” He waved over and whispered to a servant.
“The horses will take us in a carriage to the senate. The
streets will fill up soon, and the senate is just now starting
to get to business.”


“Excellent, I’ll try not to start a war while I’m
here.” Marcos lied with a smile.


The carriage ride took them a short distance straight down
the street to the Senate building. An old theater was used
for the building. Inside Marcos was surprised by the open
air chamber. The auditorium was decorated in dark blue
and green silk along the walls. The floor of the stage was
covered in plush purple carpet, but it did little to hide
the original nature of the room.


In the center of the stage’s background, the King of Sellis
sat enthroned. He was a light golden brown haired man of
thirty who seemed aged with his thick trimmed beard. He
wore layers of brown leather trimmed with ermine, and the
same color of disgusting green silk that the ambassador
wore. The Queen’s seat was empty to his right and several
attendants and advisors in expensive silk and satin stood
to his left. Marcos had adjusted his robe to look less menacing.



The activities stopped as the old men in the senate spotted
the prince among the group. The ambassador waited for the
man at arms to announce them after introducing the six.



“Honorable members of the Senate of Sellis present today
are The Crown Prince of Sellis, Ambassador Pennion of Menthino,
the King’s First Knight Panthi of Menthino, and his Companion
High Priestess Panthi.”


Kaarthen almost giggled at the use of Marcos’ family
name. He hadn’t told anyone to do that and it shock him
slightly she could see. She figured the ambassador was
trying to snub him by causing discord.


The ambassador led Marcos and the prince up to the stage.
Kaarthen stayed back watching while her angels looked
everything over.


The ambassador with grace and comfort that came with his
red cheeks and bloodshot eyes spoke loudly to the crowd.
“I am here to present these two gentlemen who traveled
into this great city last night.” He said and stepped
aside.

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