Chương 785: Moles and Moles?

Roisin was tapping his desk with his finger, the sharp nail creating a melodious sound as the door to his room opens...

Vasile "You wanted something?" he asks, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Roisin nods, "You were in Kaedwen were you not? How did you not notice this... Person, who's currently heading out way, cutting swathes through our kin and reclaiming territory?"

Vasile growls at the mention of his failure, "You know not what you speak, I relinquished the territory after all of my army were slain... I had not encountered the person you are referring to."

Roisin frowns, "Is that so? Hm, ignoring that discrepancy for now, I have gleaned some information from one of our sources."

Vasile raises a brow at this, "Sources?"

Roisin nods, "Not all Mortals are foolish enough to go against us, and with enough persuasion we can make valuable allies... Ones that are capable of magic."

Vasile "What is it?"

Roisin rests his chin on his fist, "It seems we have a group of conspirators in our midst, our source wasn't able to go into specifics, but we know someone will try to free one of our slaves."

Vasile scowls, "Could it be mine? Of course they'd come for her! She's too valuable, special to not be worth the trouble!" he exclaims.

Roisin shakes his head, "No one knows of her existence, who'd expect her to be captured in Ard Carriagh and turn up in Kovir? No, I think it's likely one of the many mages that are in our employ."

Vasile "Then, let's kill and replace all of them, no need to be merciful to lesser beings." he states.

Roisin shakes his head, "You may not know this Vasile, but blood from mages is particularly refined... I'd even go as far as to suggest that not even a newborn babe's blood would match up to it."

Vasile "Hm, you seem to have been keeping this to yourself." he says with a glare.

Roisin shrugs, "Mortal's aren't cows, overmilk them and they die, that is the reason I kept silent on this matter. I'd prefer if you kept it to yourself as well."

Vasile "Enough about blood, what are you going to do about the pests trying to free our Chattle!?"

Roisin "I think you'll remember that they're MY Chattle, not yours... Nevertheless, I have made some countermeasures should they try to gain access to the property. I also wish to end them myself, blood from those who've lost hope is best served when freshly squeezed."

Elsewhere :

Dythi "So, are we sure about this?" he asks them all, feeling quite anxious himself at the plan they'd created...

Hurtelt shrugs, "I'm not sure about all of us going, is there really a need to bring this runt? Surely she'll hold us back?" he says, gesturing at Etredi.

Etredi throws her shoe at him, "Runt!? You'll be the one holding us back by forcing us to drag your corpse if you continue!"

Dythi "Enough you two... Hurtelt you already know why we're all required to go, the best place to begin would be within our hideout, but this also means we'll need to bring everyone to avoid capture..."

Zudite nods, "I doubt there'll be peace once we rescue Margarita and her friend... Even if we didn't use this direct route I doubt the sewers would be left unscathed, they'll likely find this place even if we do our best to avoid it."

Dythi nods, "Our only real shot is to get there under the nose of the Vampires, rescuing Margarita and freeing her of whatever Dimeritium shackle binds her... Once that's all done it's a simply portal out to freedom."

Etredi "Yeah, how're we going to get the Dimeritium off of her though?"

Dythi "That's where Hurtelt comes in."

Hurtelt nods, "I've managed to create some makeshift bombs, they aren't good enough to do any meaningful damage to the Vampires, but when strapped to chains, or locks, they'll be blown to kingdom come."

Tildanird "My heads starting to hurt... Is that everything?"

Dythi nods, "All that's left is to actually start..."

...

Dythi "Zudite, where do we actually start?" he questions with cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Zudite walks over to the wall and starts feeling with his hands, slowly moving his palms over the surface with his eyes closed...

Hurtelt "Yeah, that's right... You never did tell us how you were going to get us where we need to go."

Zudite "Well... It's a combination of knowing the direction of the Mansion, following the direction that makes the mental connection clearer, and going off of a hunch..."

Hurtelt "So we might not even make it there? Great."

Zudite shakes his head and moves to the corner of the room, finally nodding and chanting something in Elder Speech.

Ten seconds of chanting later and the stone his hands are on seem to liquify and meld into the walls of the new hole that'd been created.

Zudite "This spell allows us to dig a tunnel while simultaneously reinforcing it... With this it shouldn't collapse on us out of nowhere.."

Tildanird "Er... Is that it?" he questions, looking at the hole a grown man would have to crouch to go through.

Zudite nods, "Yeah... It might be a tight fit for you, but that's why you'll be at the back." he says, entering the hole and beginning to chant the same spell again.

Hurtelt sighs and follows, "Hope you guys know what you're doing... Though, I think being buried alive trumps getting torn apart by an Elder..."

Etredi steps in and gives them all smug looks, "I don't know what's the problem, I'm quite comfortable in here.

Hurtelt "Yeah, because a hobbit like you lives in shit holes like these-Ouch!"

Etredi "Yeah, say it again and I'll kick you again!" she says from behind him, Hurtelt being unable to comfortably turn due to the tight tunnel.