10-05-2013, 07:41 PM
As the door swung closed behind the two women, Dobson turned to his mayor and inquired, “Sir… are you sure it’s alright to let them go? A couple of Primes would be invaluable in holding to town walls. And to allow them to leave at night of all times…”
Boone sighed, nearly collapsing into a chair. Being so friendly was becoming increasingly exhausting for him. Pulling off his gloves, the Mayor of Darkshire stared at the skeletally gaunt hands before him for a moment, before setting them in his lap.
“I doubt we could have kept them here had we wanted to, Dobby, my boy. And if we did, we’d be no better than Dracula and his minions.”
Shaking his head, Boone continued, “No… I won’t allow us to commit such evil.” His tone made it clear he meant himself when he said ‘us’.
“However, if you’re worried about those two, you have my leave to shadow them on their mission. You’ve proven in the past that you’re among our best when it comes to moving unnoticed, a trait many of your compatriots seem to forget, it seems.”
Dobson bristled at Mortimer’s words, his humiliation and anger showing in his cheeks. “Don’t worry yourself about that, Mayor. You have more important things to think about.”
Boone waved it away, and shrugged. “I suppose that may be, boy… However, I will admit that there was an alternative motive to me suggesting you follow them. I’d like for you to keep an eye on those two. They could be agents of the Dark Count, and even if they are not, it would still be prudent to make sure they don’t cause any trouble out there. One or two shades killed won’t draw Dracula’s attention too much, but he WILL counterattack if he thinks we’re making a play to take the Moors from him.”
Dobson nodded in response to his Mayor’s words, bowing himself out while saying the appropriate words of leaving. Boone let the young man go and sunk even further into chair and closing his eyes. He couldn’t tell the boy, of course, but there was another reason Boone had him keeping eyes on those women. One Dobby would have to learn for himself.
Boone sighed, nearly collapsing into a chair. Being so friendly was becoming increasingly exhausting for him. Pulling off his gloves, the Mayor of Darkshire stared at the skeletally gaunt hands before him for a moment, before setting them in his lap.
“I doubt we could have kept them here had we wanted to, Dobby, my boy. And if we did, we’d be no better than Dracula and his minions.”
Shaking his head, Boone continued, “No… I won’t allow us to commit such evil.” His tone made it clear he meant himself when he said ‘us’.
“However, if you’re worried about those two, you have my leave to shadow them on their mission. You’ve proven in the past that you’re among our best when it comes to moving unnoticed, a trait many of your compatriots seem to forget, it seems.”
Dobson bristled at Mortimer’s words, his humiliation and anger showing in his cheeks. “Don’t worry yourself about that, Mayor. You have more important things to think about.”
Boone waved it away, and shrugged. “I suppose that may be, boy… However, I will admit that there was an alternative motive to me suggesting you follow them. I’d like for you to keep an eye on those two. They could be agents of the Dark Count, and even if they are not, it would still be prudent to make sure they don’t cause any trouble out there. One or two shades killed won’t draw Dracula’s attention too much, but he WILL counterattack if he thinks we’re making a play to take the Moors from him.”
Dobson nodded in response to his Mayor’s words, bowing himself out while saying the appropriate words of leaving. Boone let the young man go and sunk even further into chair and closing his eyes. He couldn’t tell the boy, of course, but there was another reason Boone had him keeping eyes on those women. One Dobby would have to learn for himself.