Where Blood Runs

[Z3r05t4r 855]

 

 

"Unfortunate, good man, but I am not the one who you seek. And I am way too young to be your father."

 

 

It's a rainy dark night in the city of Abresi. Empty and silent, no lights aside from the lanterns and the office of the treasury. Light shimmers through the window of the office of the Lord High Treasurer, inside two shadows sitting and speaking.

 

 

"But I have been told that he would be the Lord High Treasurer of Oren?"

 

"Those news are old. The former Lord High Treasurer vanished surprisingly expected and unexpected. No wonder for the amount of duties the Empire bestowed up onto him."

 

"And where may I find answers?"

 

"Furnestock, good man. Duchy of Furnestock."

 

 

Silus thoroughly examines the tall shadow sitting opposite of him across the desk littered with papers, warrants and books.

 

 

'He is tall. A bit above six feet, one could measure by eye. And strong, hairy and bulky. Like a bear. I hope at least this one does not intend to let me sit in a pool of blood.'

 

 

The man rises and bows, water still dripping from his long green cloak.

 

 

"I thank you your Imperial Highness."

 

"So you will be going then?"

 

"Yes."

 

"May I at least get your name before you leave? I have given you mine from start and we settled on it that I am not your father. How could I even be, you are at least ten years older than me."

 

 

The bearded face with the dark grey eyes glimmering makes a slightly pained expression, but the bear complies...

 

 

"Sturm, sire. Beron Sturm."