“What do you mean he’s already out of confinement! He was only in it for three weeks!” A very angry Knight General shouted at his subordinate.
“I’m sorry sir, I thought it would take longer as well! Awakening so quickly is almost frightening.”
“There’s no ‘almost’ about it, it’s a frightening achievement matched by only a few others. Which is exactly why we need to recruit him. I’ve already been on this mission for entirely too long. General Flint is bound to be impatient by now, so the sooner we can get them on board the better. Do you know their current location?”
“Sir…” The Knight hesitated for only a moment, “They have just entered the Small World dungeon.”
Knight General Jakobson stilled. Then he almost looked like he was ready to shout the poor Knight’s ear off before seeming to come to his senses.
“That is very bad news.”
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“Yes sir, I know.”
“The journey to the dungeon is not a short one, why am I just now hearing of this?” Jakobson said, his voice a deadly calm.
“L-like you said sir, no one expected him to exit seclusion so quickly. We only realized he was out when one of our Squires spotted Falnier and told his superior… An hour ago. After that, we did a short investigation and found out they left with the expedition a week ago.”
“Why did the guild not inform us? They know we are looking to recruit him!”
“With all due respect sir, they are a private enterprise. They don’t report to us.”
Jakobson snorted, “They don’t on paper, maybe. Get in touch with the Guildmaster, I want a damn good reason written and on my desk tomorrow on why he didn’t inform us about our target. Tell him he’s on thin ice. I can have a replacement on the way here by the end of the week.”
“Yessir! Do I have permission to use the long distance scrying glass?”
“How else would you contact him? He’s in the middle of fucking nowhere, of course you have permission.”
The Knight saluted and ran off to fulfill his orders.
That damn Guildmaster better have a good reason for disobeying direct orders, or Jakobson would make good on his promise and more. The Unique Being was more valuable than his head, by a very significant margin.
Even more so because his father saw potential in the mageling. Blythe Jakobson was a jolly man, but he didn’t give out praise willy-nilly. He only hoped that his father would forgive him once he learned the true reason his wayward son stopped to visit home.