11-05-2016, 01:18 AM
The Sage pushed open the door and found himself facing a loaded crossbow. Clowney was sitting in the chair calmly, the large mechanical device resting easily in his lap. The man seemed frazzled, but his surprise was quickly giving way to irritation, and he scoffed slightly as the Sage entered. “Alright pal, you’ve got about fifteen minutes before this place is crawling with Cinnibar security. I need to be gone by then, so you start talking. Now.” The voice was tense, but under control. This man has seen his fair share of danger. The Sage thought as he prepared his explanation.
“I was informed by… various sources that you were stationed here, and of the nature of your mission here. I was intending to seek you out for this reason, to offer you assistance. I was intercepted here by Imperial Agents, and I learned of their plan to assault your life. If anything remains in that crater in the street, it’ll be the corpse of that thing they were sending to hunt you.” The Sage gestured towards the street as he spoke, noting the unimpressed look he was getting from Clowney. “You are welcome to look if you like, though there may be more imperial agents in the area.” Clowney snorted.
“Or right in front of me.” The Astronomer said, hands not leaving his crossbow. “Your story is plenty vague, prime. Don’t give me that look, you’re either a rogue prime or a ranking member of a faction, that’s clear from how you’re showing up like you own the place.“ Jadevon stood up and crossed to his desk, loaded crossbow still held, though no longer trained on the Sage’s chest. “Since you aren’t part of the kingdom, I don’t have any reason to trust you. The others might have helpful locals in the area. I’m working under the Empire’s nose. ” The Sage attempted to interject but Clowney simply raised his voice over the objection. “And don’t even pretend for a minute that The Empire wouldn’t readily sacrifice a few agents to get you into my trust. SO, you can leave now, or I can peg you in the throat and you don’t leave at all. I have no reason to believe you are working for the kingdom in any way, and I have now TEN minutes to get all of my research away from here.Get lost before I make up my mind that you’re a loose end I'm better off cutting.” With that he set down the crossbow and began sliding papers into a binding.
The Sage clenched one hand in frustration and he was tempted to make a move while Clowney’s back was turned. But no, the man would be expecting that. There were others, he had said. That meant there must be other artifacts as well? His glance strayed to a nearby document, bearing the seal of Dalaran quite prominently on the head. No way of proving my allegiance? Swiftly he pocketed the letter and exited the building.
Smoke was rising from the crater still, a clear beacon to anyone looking. He needed to get away from here and fast. Clowney was not going to cooperate, so he would have to find someone else instead.
“I was informed by… various sources that you were stationed here, and of the nature of your mission here. I was intending to seek you out for this reason, to offer you assistance. I was intercepted here by Imperial Agents, and I learned of their plan to assault your life. If anything remains in that crater in the street, it’ll be the corpse of that thing they were sending to hunt you.” The Sage gestured towards the street as he spoke, noting the unimpressed look he was getting from Clowney. “You are welcome to look if you like, though there may be more imperial agents in the area.” Clowney snorted.
“Or right in front of me.” The Astronomer said, hands not leaving his crossbow. “Your story is plenty vague, prime. Don’t give me that look, you’re either a rogue prime or a ranking member of a faction, that’s clear from how you’re showing up like you own the place.“ Jadevon stood up and crossed to his desk, loaded crossbow still held, though no longer trained on the Sage’s chest. “Since you aren’t part of the kingdom, I don’t have any reason to trust you. The others might have helpful locals in the area. I’m working under the Empire’s nose. ” The Sage attempted to interject but Clowney simply raised his voice over the objection. “And don’t even pretend for a minute that The Empire wouldn’t readily sacrifice a few agents to get you into my trust. SO, you can leave now, or I can peg you in the throat and you don’t leave at all. I have no reason to believe you are working for the kingdom in any way, and I have now TEN minutes to get all of my research away from here.Get lost before I make up my mind that you’re a loose end I'm better off cutting.” With that he set down the crossbow and began sliding papers into a binding.
The Sage clenched one hand in frustration and he was tempted to make a move while Clowney’s back was turned. But no, the man would be expecting that. There were others, he had said. That meant there must be other artifacts as well? His glance strayed to a nearby document, bearing the seal of Dalaran quite prominently on the head. No way of proving my allegiance? Swiftly he pocketed the letter and exited the building.
Smoke was rising from the crater still, a clear beacon to anyone looking. He needed to get away from here and fast. Clowney was not going to cooperate, so he would have to find someone else instead.
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