Role

Chapter 6

A week had passed since her blowgun mission and a few gold marks in her
pocket left her very wealthy. She frequented the Inn of the Eternal Star for
fine dining and libations where was growing quite comfortable on the topside
spending her new fortune. Olin had just placed down a glass of wine when she
saw him. She didn't notice the glass crash to the floor, but she stared in
disbelief upon seeing what she thought was a ghost. A chill ran up her spine
and she could feel her heart beat through her chest

"You'll be payin' fer dat!" muttered Olin to Xeneth.

She slid a gold coin across the bar and told him to keep the change. His
attitude changed but coin would not solve her new problem just yet. Tarus
was handing out ribbons with "Vote for Tarus!" and appeared oblivious to all
the commotion with Xeneth and Olin. Tarus came around to Xeneth with an
outstretched hand but quickly retracted it to the back of his neck.

"Yeh dark-skinned wench, fargin' Pawn eh Gralan. Yeh rue the day, miss!"
grumbled Tarus as he and his campaign supporters left the Inn for Galadon in
a hurry.

Xeneth thought to herself for a moment, 'How could he have known? There were
no witnesses! I WATCHED HIM DIE!' She felt betrayed but she didn't know how.
What kind of cheap poison did Gralan use? It was time for a few answers.
She went to her usual meeting spot with Gralan but he was not there so she
left a Note with one of his henchmen. Xeneth felt exposed by the failed
assassination so she went looking for backup. She decided to use her great
fortune to invest in an army. The army of the Imperials. Once in their ranks
she felt more protected by the Imperial Council. She quickly rose through
their ranks and went to seek out Gralan again, only this time it was Gralan
who would find Xeneth.