Role

Chapter 19

Pik'Caryl canted in response, a wry smile on her face, 'Everything is social,
Kian. Everything we do.' Kian nodded in understanding and she continued,
'There's two inside, for now we watch, but when Ra'kad motions, there's a young
elf girl I need you tie up. Be as gentle as you like, but the task isn't up for
discussion.'

Kian nodded again. His face betrayed nothing, but he knew this was likely the
dark business he had signed up for years ago when he had acquired funds and
favors to become the Bandit King. He asked no questions and simply readied an
ornate mace that had a singular purpose and had yet to fail him.

The two thieves entered the room as Ra'kad dealt another hand. Wialor
Laussellwairr was up big. Sloppy big. Pik'Caryl gestured to the dealer who
didn't acknowledge her or Kian's presence. Young Ayree'llewyn sat nearby, she
was by now nearly old enough to head out on her own. If she had been spotted at
the Academy, it's unlikely many would have even batted an eye. The
precociousness of years past had worn thin. There were no excuses for bringing
her into an establishment such as this short of training her in the art of
traps, yet Wialor gave the same old speech about not being able to leave his
daughter home alone and oddly, none raised a concern or a suspicion. The game
was in play this time.