Role

Chapter 22

I admit to being somewhat stressed of late. Though I thought myself quite
adept at riddles, most of my conclusions have drawn up blanks. This one
though, at least there is a solid lead on.

I'd recognise that offense to the ears anywhere. For a moment I thought the
Provost had poked his head into the proceedings, but the day had not quite
degenerated to that degree, and though it was only the first word I don't
believe it can be by chance.

Leth is more. Cryptic, and somewhat open ended. I had to start narrowing it
down. Culling every minotaur I could possibly find outside of the cities
was truly a burden, and one which shall stay with me for the rest of my
days. Granted, finding out that horned monstrocity in Dra'Melkor was not in
fact a minotaur and just had a slight resemblence to one was a little bit
unfortunate, but I'm sure the people of Arkham are greatful for my selfless
work.

Anyway. I'm running out of options and time both. My suspicion that my
quarry is within Seantryn limits grows by the day. Now, the thought of
going on a rampage does kind of appeal. I'm sure I could clear out the
minotaur citizenry really quick. I don't know of any minotaur chefs which
is where my thoughts first went, but hey: if going on a spree, why not just
add all the cooks in town to the list too.

Of course, there's a problem, or I'd have done it already.

The Spire.

It'd be a shame to part ways, but its something that might need to happen.
They'd never let that slide, and its not like the guards wouldn't notice
the esteemed Magistrate Tamazin indulging in a little bit of ultraviolence
where the civilian populus is concerned.

But then, perhaps not.

The problem sure looks like a nail, but its easy to think like a hammer. I
have other options at my disposal. None are great, but hey: what's the
worst that can happen? Failure all ends the same way.

Option one is I get someone else to do the culling for me, but that's a lot
of trust to put in someone's hands, especially with a vested interest in
seeing me out of the spire. Mrreagle is my pal, but could he resist? I
don't think so. Plus, he'd always be able to hold it over me. That's the
worst option besides just strolling in and setting the legion about the job
myself.

Option two is... well. Risky, but what isn't? I'll need a distraction of
some kind. Get the guards looking away. Engineering something in the
Empress' palace wouldn't be a bad plan, but she's got a cook too and that'd
be just my luck. Bloody less is more...
Well. Get them looking away. Go in in disguise. No witnesses of course.
Probably no legion either, just too distinctive. It might be enough, if I
can get myself a good alibi. I'll see if the boss has any ideas and put a
proper plan together if that's the route I go down.