A short conversation between "Master" and "Henchmen"
Which took place on the 2nd of Rottings 248 ATC, in the evening.
???‑A: Ah… so you return at last.
???‑B: Yes, Master.
???‑A: And with the tablet. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if you were going to disappoint me… and you know how I react when someone disappoints me.
???‑B: I would never disappoint you, Master.
???‑A: But… then I hear whispers of an explosion.
How intriguing. Explain what you did.
???‑B: Master, I swear— I touched nothing but that door, just as you instructed me.
A breath on the lock, nothing more. I expected a startled priestess or two… not the whole temple to roar like an enraged beast.
???‑A: Mmh.
One soft breath from you and an entire holy hall loses its composure?
Who would have thought that… and yet you made good use of the distraction.
Mm. I should send you out more often…
???‑B: Once the blast hit, the clerics and guards scattered. Some dragging people out, others rushing in. No one even looked at me. I walked out with the tablet, unnoticed.
???‑A: Did you now…?
Come here. Closer.
I want your answer where I can feel the tremor in your voice if you lie to me.
No eyes on you at all? Not a single guard whose gaze lingered?
No one drawn to the way you slip through a doorway—
or the way you carry something forbidden?
???‑B: Certain, Master.
???‑A: Excellent.
The Stewards of Solaris will smother the truth beneath their sweet, polished lies before dawn. They always do. They clean up their messes so obediently…
It... Almost makes me jealous.
???‑B: They’ll bury the incident quickly, aye.
But... Master, I heard a cleric shouting about a Subjurforged.
???‑A: …Is that so?
And you’re completely, absolutely sure that’s the word?
???‑B: Yes, Master.
???‑A: Then listen well… it means, my favored one…
That the tablet you’ve brought me has just doubled in value.
Well done.
???‑B: Thank you, Master.
???‑A: Now, Now… If you bring me something like this again,
I might stop pretending that I only want your obedience.
I might start wanting you…