I come into contact with the looters amidst these sea trenches. We are at the negotiating table including my retinue and my advisor. Zechary is his name. Proximity to all of my covert ideas and all of my underhanded ventures. One hand is hidden underneath and within the pocket as for the other one flaunts towards the bargainer and the broker. A hand for getting an offered gesture. Zechary is standing beside me. My right hand man reaches the handshake offered by the opposing party during when I am about to take a seat. By far, as I distinguished, the negotiator on the other end feels disgusted. The leers incurred by the opposition got some weight and it makes me jolt down to my bones.
Captain Pierre is the one whom I am facing in this four-fringed rectangular desk. He gives me a smirk while he is picking residue using his bowie from the in-between of the gaps of the teeth inside his mouth. I return back the smile under the guise of a sharp dimple without beckoning or uttering a word. Two of his ushers throw two hybrid daggers in a concurrent motion.
I come into contact with the looters amidst these sea trenches. We are at the negotiating table including my retinue and my advisor. Zechary is his name. Proximity to all of my covert ideas and all of my underhanded ventures. One hand is hidden underneath and within the pocket as for the other one flaunts towards the bargainer and the broker. A hand for getting an offered gesture. Zechary is standing beside me. My right hand man reaches the handshake offered by the opposing party during when I am about to take a seat. By far, as I distinguished, the negotiator on the other end feels disgusted. The leers incurred by the opposition got some weight and it makes me jolt down to my bones.
Captain Pierre is the one whom I am facing in this four-fringed rectangular desk. He gives me a smirk while he is picking residue using his bowie from the in-between of the gaps of the teeth inside his mouth. I return back the smile under the guise of a sharp dimple without beckoning or uttering a word. Two of his ushers throw two hybrid daggers in a concurrent motion. Zechary captures both of the incoming projectiles with both of his hands. On his left hand, he caught the blade clipping it with solely his pointing and middle finger. While he got the dagger by his right hand and was very savvy, he then unsheathed his own blade out of its scabbard and superseding it with the dagger of the aggressor. I did flinch not, however it did make me nearly pissed off my pants.
"What's that all about, mate?" Zechary bellows, pertaining to the assault that transpired in the recent moment.
"A test of trust, it is." Captain Pierre says, as he perforates the the small cask with his knife in a horizontal direction.
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"With all due respect, captain,... you-" my retinue raises his voice, trying to elevate the situation, where in the first place - we are at the disadvantage.
"Zechary. Stall your tongue." in a polite manner, as I interrupt him, lifting my palm signifying upon him.
"Yes, sire." he whispers, as he halts running his mouth right away.
"So, you see. They did that for the sole purpose if we are worthy. Deserving to be the master of them, offering their bodies to us." trying to explain towards my rash subordinate, as I sit still in my provided chair, in a tranquil mood.
"Sire, what are mumbling or something?" denying my claims in an outright form, Zechary cracks right after he silences his mouth, as the other party finds it funny too.
He disrespected me yet I let it slide because he is one of my best retinue. The best of the best thus far that I have had handled. With a bit of luck and a sponsor, Zechary has grown a potential to be my successor as the next spymaster of Kehina. I did invest in him meager-wise and I did see his development much quicker than those I have had trained with. Partially an orc, a quarter of an elven blood, a sixteenth of a goblin, a speck of a reptilian, a part of a harpy, and a half of a human.
"I did mean not to refer towards them as a comfort slave. Their service. Their work at the sea." I explain, where I do think not to humiliate him further.
"My apologies, my lord. I did misunderstood your intentions." as Zechary egresses through the topic that is partaking on, he shuts himself.
A specimen. Zechary is one of a kind of a cortege. Whereas every ruler and contractor wishes someone like him - he got the qualities of an orc's ferocity, elven's precision and arrow dexterity, the mischievousness of a goblin, and all of the others that require elaboration. Oh, I nearly forgot! The most important of them all - the behavior of human's stupidity...
"Zechary, sometimes, you need to use that thick skull of yours." in a quiet lecture, I gaslight him, as the crowd turns mute abruptly in just a matter.
"Now, where were we? Captain Pierre, will you kindly confer to us what possible discussion is on this convention?" a contempt that have been built up, saying, as I undertake to get back to the subject that we were talking about.
"Lord Ameniah, sometimes a composed individual needs to have some restrictions on himself. Yet, this brain dead ruined this convention. Therefore, I am no in further mood of discussing of what is 'what' and how is 'how'." Captain Pierre rebuts.
I beckon upon Zechary to step outside in this chamber by glancing at him. The men of the captain also follow to exit the room as a consensus. Although, they are robbers; they are trained to have some etiquette. And to mitigate any further escalation might occur. Tête-a-tête is what he seeks and as I am gladly obliged to his ultimatum, then.