This is not out of an action of good heart. There is always a price staking one's life and one's wealth. Of course, I won't be repaying it in due moments but I can promise to them all loans will ensue as paid. It is a tale order to storm a place that is heavily defended. Their skills and their blood are of our crucial needs. Zechary. Captain Pierre; together with Chief Mate Seniçal, First Mate Conrad Ma. La Fayette-St. Cruz, and the rest of the pirate crew. Lord Rayl and his band. This gig is proposed by Lord Rayl himself. He will be our navigator on this tour. We are standing on a bluff and behind us is a plateau. I am impressed by how quick we have reached here. We left by the afternoon yesterday and now we are here, by daybreak - we race against time, managing to outpace the rules of nature. Lord Rayl really knows where the path is and how to resolve issues if things get janky. From across the hill, we can see the view of the grand bishopric - Eisschrein, the synagogue for all faiths.
"Been viewing the city for minutes now. Have you been feeling homesick?" as someone taps my shoulder from behind, the voice seems to be of a masculine gender, as the person asks.
I glance at it as the person turns out to be Captain Pierre, hereafter he sits beside me on a bedrock. He adds: "There is nothing wrong about procrastinating if you doubt yourself. Or maybe, we can set this up for tomorrow." in a distinct tone of his mood, insinuating to hold the embarkment for later.
"Oh, c'mon. Please save some rest, Captain Pierre. My friend is there and the world only knows what might transpire on him." I say, suggesting to take the rest when we get to our destination.
"Lord Ameniah, I never thought you would be so stingy? What makes you hyping up?"
"Well, if I were to be so tensed up. I am saying no more. Nothing." as I stand up, leaving Captain Pierre behind the rock that we're sitting on.
Lord Rayn then approaches me, where he gives me again one of the substances that needs to light up - Ingloviatamins. A blunt I do seek for when my stress level is surging up. Soaring at the highest rate. I use the matches that belongs to Lord Rayn to lit up the fag sticking out on my mouth. I take a long drag of puff, inhaling it straight to my throat, as the influx of circulation goes down to the tip of both of my lungs. The smoke stings where I do hiccup the loudest. I never expected to blurt out such indecent and ungentlemanlike conduct. Lord Rayl giggles portraying something to himself to act like he is dominant over me. I admit I am not great at everything, as I exclude myself from being and/or related to: hedonism, vices, leisure, and anatomical deterioration. I do like living. I diet myself.
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"What is the plan, Lord Rayn?" I ask, as I look the farthest towards the landscape of the city - Eisschrein.
"Am I leading this entourage or you are?" Lord Rayn retorts, asking who is which - leading the gig. The attack of the pilgrimage.
"So, Lord Rayn. Let us do base the ratio of our men. A comparable notion to determine who will guide the preparation of the assault."
"That means…"
"Yes, Lord Rayn…" as I don't speak further where it is his problem to figure out the answer.
"As you wish, Lord Ameniah. My men will be all yours to command. However,..." subjunctively, as he is attempting to hold a negotiation, to somehow tip the balance, gaining enough leverage unto his bias.
My prejudices dominate over to my side, of course. I am holding of a long-term plan to wreck bedlam against the vital points of Inglovia. The core itself may take a long time to brew a conflict between themselves. Tedious. The staple priority of this is to disrupt the rearmament of the war machine. An optimistic route is to end the war with no Kehinan blood being spilled. Our real objective is to cause more dissidents amongst them by bribing and giving them an exorbitant support as long as the building of the massive scale of their 'Grand Battleplan' will somehow stagger the progress. Putting it in a realistic way, we must hold off the mist of the Grand Emperor before it permeates severely. All of them are being planned in clandestine style. I need to take care of my allies as long as they are breathing, this phantom martyr platoon assembled will carry out the mission. Hefting the pride of our task given.
"What is the condition of your submissio-,... I mean your obedience to the cause of our - Kehinan's struggle?" before he finishes he's about to say, asking, as I meddle with his momentum of speaking.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Lord Ameniah. I am just presenting something which can benefit both of our ends." he warns me, as he is trying to re-enter the parley.
I nod in realization, for the sake of argument, as he is undertaking to manhandle my judgment and to reprimand revision I seek to. In a vivid fashion, I asked him of his intention yet, every turn, he tries to gain an equalizer to my ideas. This conversation is getting nowhere, Lord Rayn. I wish to end the bargain and as if we would come to a consensual and sensible conclusion. And as things are getting heated up, we exhaust all of our counters and rebuts to either grant a kick off advantage or maintain the status quo. Lord Gervðas is at stake. He might not be breathing when we arrive or he will suffer a tremendous amount of excruciating happenings. Waiting is not of the option, primarily, in Kehinan's favor. It is either we will launch the plan now with little to no preparation or tomorrow with two distinct leaders will head its own men. Procrastination is not of our interests. I don't want Lady Anda to fret about ourselves. She has a full plate and she is required to finish it.
"Meeting adjourned?" I ask, suggesting.
"Yes, milord. Meeting adjourned, indeed." he agrees.