- Thu Dec 03, 2015 9:46 pm
This creature was odd. The way he spoke, the way he moved...it was as if he was only a dim part of this world. Maybe it was just some mystic act, but maybe there was more to it. Either way, he was interesting. The whole ritual with the powders, for example, was intriguing. Not many people showed interest in the stuff beyond it being a way to get from point A to point B. The feeling and smelling of it belied a knowledgeable inspection. The knowing smile, too, hinted that the satyr would be quite useful indeed.
"If you're capable of replicating the stuff, then by all means you've more than earned your keep. And as far as a shop goes, we can use the purple powder later and go find you a store front you agree with; we can handle the contractual details then as well, of course. The Syndicate is a confederation of thieves and refugees, so if we have your prices and ours in writing, then nobody can cry 'foul' if they disagree."
Of course, there was also the matter of swearing the satyr to secrecy. Did the Unbreakable Vow work on his kind? So far, it worked on the vampires and the goblins; there really was only one way to find out. Cedric waited for a beat in thought. The war. The blasted, bloody, damnable, thrice-cursed war...he'd lived inside of it so long he was actually at a moment of loss for how to explain it. He ruffled his hair and began.
"It's an old conflict...it really started probably sixty years ago when this blood purist started getting a following. What followed were decades of cycles...the dark forces being beaten, the good forces getting complacent, and then the dark rising again...we're in the eclipse of the light right now and we are fighting to keep the light from being extinguished."
That probably wasn't a good explanation...oh well, that's what questions were for....