EQ Mafia Day 1: A clean kill
One of FarhnoldÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s many errand boys had once asked him, in a fit of impertinence, if it wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t a littleÃ¢â‚¬Â¦sissyÃ¢â‚¬Â¦to take so many baths. Farhnold felt that his intimidating gaze was enough to silence the lad, and smirked in reflection as he picked up the soap and began to lather.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Where is he? Where is that man? If heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s taking one of his poncy baths again I swearÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â
Eurlich was nervous. He was to find his master and deliver a note, but his master was nowhere to be found. Well, there was one place he had not checkedÃ¢â‚¬Â¦but he was only supposed to interrupt one of FarhnoldÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s beauty sessions, er, baths, in an emergency! Was this an emergency? He wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sureÃ¢â‚¬Â¦.the person who handed him the note had seemed to think it was pretty important, though it was hard to say for sure what with the black cloak covering the messengerÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s form.
Farhnold struggled wildly against the many hands that seemed to come out of nowhere to hold down his head in the bathtub. Every time he evaded one hand, it seemed there was another to take its place, as though whoever held him was some hybrid creature, part human and part octopus. Finally, Farhnold was able to break the surface of the water, but even as he took a great gasping breath, he was forced under again.
Eurlich walked slowly up to the door, wondering what he would say to his master. Though he may mock Farhnold inwardly, he knew his master was no one to be fooled with and his knees trembled as he approached the door and turned the knob.
It occurred to Eurlich, as he looked in horror at his masterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s dead form, that if he wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t involved in an emergency before, he certainly was now. With shaking hands he opened the note, and almost immediately dropped it on the ground as he let out a wail of grief and fear.
Drifting harmlessly to the floor, the note could be read by any who entered FarhnoldÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s bathroom.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“We are coming.Ã¢â‚¬Â
"Beauty session indeed. I've told Farhnold that those baths of his were a waste of time. It doesn't matter how often a human washes, he still smells like the underbelly of a mule.
Now the poor fool is dead, and I imagine this nonsense is going to greatly inconvenience my research..."
"Ah well back to the ale, barkeep another!"
I look up from my papers trying to figure the expenses of the days work, to see what the boy wanted, and knew. So he'd heard. Well, I have to deal with it at some time.
"Theres been a killing! Fahrnold was murdered during his bath!"
I choked off a sarcastic quip about the poor dear's constant bathing and instead said "Aye, I heard boy. Do 'ee have any messages from the town?"
The boy looked confused for a second. Ah so he forgot.
"Ah weel, boy it's alright. Let us both head into town and find out together. I should like to check out the faces of our friends today, anyway."
"I assure you that Lord Mithaniel is not pleased," he snarls as he makes his way towards Ladina.
"Ladina, say what you will. None of it matters, as your dainty race has yet to produce a paladin as strong, as handsome or as pious as I am. Many a time I have denied females from your race the pleasure. Ha!" Carlan playfully nudges Ladina and breaks his stern face for a brief second, before regaining his seriousness.
"I suspect Innoruuk's work here. All descendants of Innoruuk will meet a bloody and violent fate like our comrade Fahnold met. Our trust in ourselves and the League itself is going to crumble, so I suggest that you use the natural survival instincts given by your false god Tunare to keep yourself from meeting your own pre-ordained fate earlier than you'd wish."
Carlan sets his half-drank ale on the bar, and walks out of the room.