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So, does he really expect me to be there tomorrow? Just like that? Well... I guess it's better than having assassins on my tail. I'll play along... for now. At least I'll be back on the road. Kawliian accents might be sexy but I can't say the same for all the political bullshit. Guess I...

"Aye aye, sir."

Geez, what an asshole. I choose my clients, not the other way around. "Can't say I have."

Dart's pretty nearby... wonder what his stake in all this is? Also, who's "We"? Byrne doesn't seem like the type to work with a partner... maybe he's already using the royal We? Maybe he's just nuts..? "Councilor, I'm not sure what constitutes 'assistance'. What exactly do you want from...

"That's... almost everything I could want." Bryant leaned on the table. "But it's an offer that could affect a lot of people." Bryant jabbed his chin at the map. "I want to be sure that whatever happens, the city-states of the Badlands will stay sovereign. Make no mistake, Councilor... I know...

"Sure. Lots of old hardware, carved gems, Runestones. I mostly looked for things I could carry. Sometimes I'd find these strange masks, but nobody would buy them off me so I stopped taking them. Some stuff was too big for me to take, like statues or furniture. And every now and again, a ruin...

Bryant shot an acoustic leer right back through his blindfold and squared his shoulders. "That's right. I can see you mean business, Councilor, and I'm not one to dance around an issue. I'll tell you what I know, pure and simple. If you want, you can get your best Pink to check if I'm lying...

Well, he took that bait. He's got power, uses it, and underestimates me. Common cocktail for people like him. ...What? "Not sure I follow, Councilor."

Bryant frowned and crossed his arms obstinately. "And what makes you think I'll cough that information up for you?"

Bryant gave a her a conspiratorial nod and walked warily after Byrne. I hope we meet again.

Bryant crossed his arms, raised his chin, and- No. As much as I'd love to remind this guy I'm not entitled to lick his boots, I also don't need to get in trouble right now. "That's right," Bryant said with a slight nod.

Better not reach for your piece... that's not where this should go. "You're her daughter?" Bryant glanced over at her. "I'm honored to meet you. Your mother was one of the few people in this world I knew I could trust unconditionally." The scowl returned to his face. "And I'm not Guild. I'm a...

"Wh... what?" WHAT?! I... that's..! "Yvette's been... murdered?!" Bryant sputtered, sliding onto the desk next to her. "How? She's a councilor!" He hung his head for a moment and twisted his face into a snarl. "You and me," he said, gesturing at the sword strapped to her hip, "death is our...

(Bwahahah!) Hmm... should I tell her the truth? Sure. Why not. Hope she doesn't frisk me. "...Adrian Bryant." He gestured around the Hall. "Where's Yvette? Isn't class supposed to be in session by now?"

Meanwhile... Bryant walked lightly up the gently sloping stairs that led from the Academy's center atrium and into the Orange Hall, admiring the rich orange glow which shone off the pocked sandstone paneling, furnishings, and sculptures that dominated the vast room. Orange banners adorned with...

Drifting... drifting... Darling, where'd you go... what's going on..? Broken body? Nah, no problem... every wound is mine, mine... money here, clothing there, food, food... what's going on..? Where are you, why'd you do this..? for my own good. No, that's not... that can't be right. You can see...

Meanwhile, Bryant made it back to the Academy just in time, narrowly swooping into his bunk in the Detention Center before he got into trouble.

"Hey, everyone's gotta make a living somehow Lucy." Bryant shrugged as he picked at a bowl of salted nuts. "Most of those men and women are just doing their jobs."

"Heheh, a man after my own heart. I'll think about that gate deal, but no promises. Don't want to leave the continent with a debt on my back."

"Damn, you don't fuck around! Thanks Dart. I'd say I owe you one, but heh... we're even." Bryant turned around, slipped off the tiefold, and wrapped the weatherworn strip of linen back around his eyes where it belonged. "Ahh, finally! Do you know how hard it is to see out of a tie? Pretty damn...