Scriven
Slayer of incompetent and disappointing minions
Tom was an expert negotiator. He could convince almost anyone to do just about anything. The trick was finding out what they wanted; what was truly important to them. It was as simple as that.
Well, maybe not quite that simple, Tom admitted to himself as he looked into the eyes of a man who looked ready to shit himself. It also took a healthy dose of violence sometimes. The tip of his knife pressed into the man’s throat. Tom flicked the knife, nicking the skin so that just a tiny drop of blood welled up. It was no worse than a shaving cut, really, but it let the man know he meant business.
“I have nothing to tell you,” the man repeated again. There was a nervous waver in his voice, but a steely resolve in his eyes. Tom could admire that, but it didn’t really change things.
“No?”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about. Please, I’m telling you the truth.”
Maybe he was and maybe he wasn’t. Tom drew back his knife, but he didn’t put it away. He sighed, taking a step backward. “That’s too bad. You see, now I’m going to have to hurt your son. I really didn’t want to, but now I’ve got no choice.”
He saw panic in the man’s eyes. “What? But I really don’t know! What you’re talking about- a girl who can heal the sick and weaken the strong- it’s just a story! It’s not real! I can’t tell you anything about it!”
Tom’s lips formed a tight line, but he just shrugged. “See, maybe that’s true. And if it is, I’m going to feel really bad, alright? But I get this feeling from you that I could threaten you all day long and you wouldn’t tell me anything. But I think if I threatened your wife or one of your children it would be a whole other story. There’s really only one way to test my theory though, and it involves killing your son if you don’t tell me what I want to know.”
It was all just negotiating. Find out what they held dear and use that as a bargaining chip. Tom had spent plenty of time watching this man, and it was clear that his only son meant a great deal to him. A member of the Scholar’s Guild, this man was wealthy and educated, two things Tom was not. Tom was clever though, and he’d heard a rumor that there was a woman in the Scholar’s guild with an unusual talent. It was a popular fairytale, but this one had a twist. There was a rumor that the story was based in truth. Tom didn’t really believe it, but he was hungry and he was tired, and when he was hungry and tired and his prospects were looking dim he was more prone to taking chances. If the rumor was true and he could get his hands on whoever this girl was, he could sell her to the highest bidder. He could be a rich man and never had to negotiate again.
“I know the sheriff, you know. He’ll put you away in some cell where you can rot for the rest of your short, pathetic life.” The man from the Scholar’s Guild had changed tactics, trying to scare him.
“Is that before or after I kill your family? I assure you, I’m quite good at what I do. It’ll take him a while to find me if I don’t want to be found.”
He slung his arm around the man’s shoulders, pulling him in like a brother. “Tell you what. I’ll head to your house up the street and you go find the Sheriff. Let’s see who’s faster.”
It was a terrible thing to do and he knew it, but he was running out of options. He let go of the man and headed toward the door, but the man’s voice stopped him.
“Wait! Please... I’ll- I’ll tell you what I know.”
@Maven
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