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“That slimy merchant says many things, eagerly hoping to escape punishment.” Nicon smirks. “Unfortunately, much of it is unverifiable. Particularly with the absence of Adjunct Targa. We’ll have to pray that Dexithea may find something of use from that fool.”
These four were proper bastards. They took issue with everything you said. Furthermore, they either didn’t take Patros’ claim seriously that one of them was a traitor, or they were simply hiding something.
“You know a great deal about what is happening in Morfis, Lord Rusalka.” Lycus says. “Perhaps more so than any other of you foreigners that have come to compete in this ridiculous contest. That you also happen to be the Prime Minister’s cousin is not lost on us.”
“Nor is it that the first thing you did when you came here was run to her like a lost puppy.” Chryson chuckles.
>“I hadn’t seen my cousin in over three years. What’s it to you anyway, freak? I can’t say I enjoy the way I’m being spoken to here.”
“So what?” Chryson says, growing more hostile. “You competitors are a dime a dozen! I don’t care-”
“Chryson, enough!” Lycus counters, interrupting his colleague. “I won’t insult your intelligence, Lord Rusalka. As I said, you know far more than your contemporaries. Meaning you know exactly what we want. We have much we wish to discuss with you. But before doing so, perhaps it is better we get to the heart of the matter, potentially saving ourselves from future disappointment.”
>“Go on then.”
“Tartarus.” Dexithea says.
“We want it open.” Nicon adds.
“And whoever wins Yulia’s hand will be prime to unlock those doors.” Lycus concludes. “We finally have the Agarthium we needed. Truth be told, we care not who wins. Let whoever ends up marrying that girl enjoy the fruits of their labor. But Tartarus must be open. Pledge to do so, and you’ll have our support. Alvin told us you were amenable to such a thing. We will ensure your rule is accepted by the masses, and you will have the full backing of the College. Furthermore, as a gesture of good will, we shall share with you pertinent information that will give you an advantage during the Competition.”
>“I thought the Yasha were in charge of putting the competition together?”
“This is the Sorcerer’s Capital, we are the Masters of Sorcery.” Nicon says. “Nothing escapes our attention.”
“I don’t know what nonsense you’ve heard about Tartarus.” Lycus says. “That it’s cursed or that there are spirits or corpses inside. The truth is that Tartarus was built for some unknown purpose by the very hand of the Sorcerer King himself. With only a fraction of the knowledge he left behind, our ancestors were able to build this shining jewel in this barren wasteland. The secrets waiting for us in Tartarus may elevate our civilization to heights never seen. Above all, we cannot allow petty superstition to halt progress.”
“That slimy merchant says many things, eagerly hoping to escape punishment.” Nicon smirks. “Unfortunately, much of it is unverifiable. Particularly with the absence of Adjunct Targa. We’ll have to pray that Dexithea may find something of use from that fool.”
These four were proper bastards. They took issue with everything you said. Furthermore, they either didn’t take Patros’ claim seriously that one of them was a traitor, or they were simply hiding something.
“You know a great deal about what is happening in Morfis, Lord Rusalka.” Lycus says. “Perhaps more so than any other of you foreigners that have come to compete in this ridiculous contest. That you also happen to be the Prime Minister’s cousin is not lost on us.”
“Nor is it that the first thing you did when you came here was run to her like a lost puppy.” Chryson chuckles.
>“I hadn’t seen my cousin in over three years. What’s it to you anyway, freak? I can’t say I enjoy the way I’m being spoken to here.”
“So what?” Chryson says, growing more hostile. “You competitors are a dime a dozen! I don’t care-”
“Chryson, enough!” Lycus counters, interrupting his colleague. “I won’t insult your intelligence, Lord Rusalka. As I said, you know far more than your contemporaries. Meaning you know exactly what we want. We have much we wish to discuss with you. But before doing so, perhaps it is better we get to the heart of the matter, potentially saving ourselves from future disappointment.”
>“Go on then.”
“Tartarus.” Dexithea says.
“We want it open.” Nicon adds.
“And whoever wins Yulia’s hand will be prime to unlock those doors.” Lycus concludes. “We finally have the Agarthium we needed. Truth be told, we care not who wins. Let whoever ends up marrying that girl enjoy the fruits of their labor. But Tartarus must be open. Pledge to do so, and you’ll have our support. Alvin told us you were amenable to such a thing. We will ensure your rule is accepted by the masses, and you will have the full backing of the College. Furthermore, as a gesture of good will, we shall share with you pertinent information that will give you an advantage during the Competition.”
>“I thought the Yasha were in charge of putting the competition together?”
“This is the Sorcerer’s Capital, we are the Masters of Sorcery.” Nicon says. “Nothing escapes our attention.”
“I don’t know what nonsense you’ve heard about Tartarus.” Lycus says. “That it’s cursed or that there are spirits or corpses inside. The truth is that Tartarus was built for some unknown purpose by the very hand of the Sorcerer King himself. With only a fraction of the knowledge he left behind, our ancestors were able to build this shining jewel in this barren wasteland. The secrets waiting for us in Tartarus may elevate our civilization to heights never seen. Above all, we cannot allow petty superstition to halt progress.”
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