Silasarin smiled slowly as the servant poured more warm oil onto her and began to rub at the knot in her lower back.
"So tell me again who they are, Menra. These youngsters that beat you to the prize."
Menra stood uncomfortably straight in a dim corner of the opulent room trying to resist the urge to twist the end of her ponytail where it hung down over her shoulder. How many times would Silasarin get her to repeat the details of how young and inexperienced these boys were who had tricked her and her sisters out of their score. She would get even with them all one by one. First she would kill that drunken mark that had attacked her sister Lissa claiming they had something to do with the theft and then she would find a way to mess up those boys and their little club.
"Well, Mistress. They are a mixed group of ruffians and trouble makers who seem to be organising themselves. From what we've seen they're rich boys playing at being thieves..."
Silasarin interrupted her with a sigh and said,
"Yes, yes dear. Even so I think they might have some promise and if they can mix things up in the dung heap. Well then we might yet profit. I want you to forget about them for now and I will make arrangements to get someone on the inside." Silasarin smiled with satisfaction as Menra fidgeted with anger.
"I have another job for you dear. I want you to look into this new group in the Iron Hills calling themselves Her Lamp Bearers. They seem to be a group of political agitators. They want to change the social order and put the working man in charge or some such inflamatory nonsense. Take a couple of your sisters and head out there tomorrow."
"Yes Mistress. May the silver light fall upon you." Menra bent stiffly and stepped backwards out of the room. Her jaw clenched around her protests. Damn it all, an assignment outside the city was yet another sign of disfavour. Someone will pay for this.
"So tell me again who they are, Menra. These youngsters that beat you to the prize."
Menra stood uncomfortably straight in a dim corner of the opulent room trying to resist the urge to twist the end of her ponytail where it hung down over her shoulder. How many times would Silasarin get her to repeat the details of how young and inexperienced these boys were who had tricked her and her sisters out of their score. She would get even with them all one by one. First she would kill that drunken mark that had attacked her sister Lissa claiming they had something to do with the theft and then she would find a way to mess up those boys and their little club.
"Well, Mistress. They are a mixed group of ruffians and trouble makers who seem to be organising themselves. From what we've seen they're rich boys playing at being thieves..."
Silasarin interrupted her with a sigh and said,
"Yes, yes dear. Even so I think they might have some promise and if they can mix things up in the dung heap. Well then we might yet profit. I want you to forget about them for now and I will make arrangements to get someone on the inside." Silasarin smiled with satisfaction as Menra fidgeted with anger.
"I have another job for you dear. I want you to look into this new group in the Iron Hills calling themselves Her Lamp Bearers. They seem to be a group of political agitators. They want to change the social order and put the working man in charge or some such inflamatory nonsense. Take a couple of your sisters and head out there tomorrow."
"Yes Mistress. May the silver light fall upon you." Menra bent stiffly and stepped backwards out of the room. Her jaw clenched around her protests. Damn it all, an assignment outside the city was yet another sign of disfavour. Someone will pay for this.
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