Plans Within Plans

Writers: Yvonne, Suzee, Anika
Date Posted: 13th December 2014

Characters: Bryvin, Olov, Peidre
Description: Bryvin makes some 'arrangements'
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 9, day 14 of Turn 7

Bryvin

Bryvin walked out of the hold that morning with a special destination
in mind. He didn't go about it obviously and Captain followed at his
heels with his normal canine cheer. He'd prearranged this meeting
with a pretense of taking a look at the ruins on the other hill across
from the main hold. There were many places there he could disappear
from view for a quick talk.

It wasn't until Bryvin had reached the cool shadows of the trees that
a man stepped out into his path. He was huge, with a wild brush of a
black beard and dark eyes that glittered beneath a tangled mass of
black hair. His clothes had seen better days; an oilskin coat to shed
the rain with a ragged hem, leather boots caked with mud, and a
battered leather hat with a hint of a woolen bandana beneath the drive
off the chill. "Got your message."

A smile wreathed Bryvin's face. "Good to see you Olov," he said and
reached out to clasp the other man's forearm and pull closer for a
backslap. Of course he couldn't move the mountain of a man but simply
stepped closer. While Captain alerted him to the presence of more than
just Olov.

As if cued by the canine's forewarning, Peidre materialized
soundlessly, his clothing blending in perfectly with his surroundings.
There was nothing memorable about him. Though next to Olov he seemed
short and slight, he was actually of average height and a moderately
stocky build. A few days growth of whiskers obscured his face and
matched the color of his close cropped brown hair. Brown eyes
regarded others with a detached air, revealing nothing of the cunning
mind behind them. He was altogether forgettable and he liked it that
way.

"Piedre," Bryvin nodded at the other man. "This is for you," he said
and dropped a pouch into each of their hands. "I have a problem I need
to handle and I know I can rely on you."

Palming the pouch, Piedre nodded in return. "Always. How exactly
would you like this problem handled?" he asked in a gravelly voice,
unconsciously running his hand along the scabbard of his belt knife as
the corner of his mouth lifted in a malevolent grin.

"I know you so well Piedre," Bryvin grinned. "I have a guard who has
outlived his usefulness. I want you to terminate his contract... with
malice. With," he pointed at the obvious knife. "What did you name her?"

"Verity," he replied, flashing a rare smile. "Because she's always
true." Whether one appreciated Piedre's refined skill set or found it
horrifying, there was no denying that he was one of the best at what
he did. He also had the added bonus of enjoying his work.

"Alright let Verity drink her fill." He turned to the bigger man.
"I'll be sending the man off toward the mines to what he thinks is a
promotion. Olov, you and Piedre meet him on the trail and make sure
there is never any body found. Am I clear?"

He nodded toward the pouch in the big mans hand. "You'll get a like
amount when you complete the job, and more work though Piedre may not
find it quite so satisfying."

The giant jingled the purse in his hand, his expression thoughtful.
"With suitable recompense, I'm sure. This sort of work will turn a man
Holdless if he's not careful."

"We've been holdless before," Bryvin leveled a wintry smile at the big
guy. "But if you have the ear of the Lord you needn't worry. I'll be
needing a few new guards when this is done. A pair of likely lads such
as yourselves showing up just might fill the void left by the
recently missing Guard. You might be able to settle down with a good
income and a fine home. How does that sound?"

"Honest work," Piedre's brown eyes glinted with unmistakable humor at
this phrase, though his tone was impassive, "Does allow for certain
pleasures. So long as there is provision for," he paused,
meaningfully caressing the knife scabbard once again, "Time away now
and again."

Olov snorted. Piedre and his bloody knife... he was useful and
exceptionally good at what he did, but some men were made to be
Holdless. "This guard you want taken care of... what's his name?
What's he look like?"

"Big with dark coloring. Roams the docks most of the time. I'll be
sending him to the mines next week to take charge there, but that is
just a cover to get him into the wilds so you can deal with him. This
cover will be real but none of his family or the mine workers will
ever know what happened to him. Are we clear?"

"He'll be making this trek to the mines alone? No escort or
accompaniment?" Peidre asked, well used to covert assignments.

"I've made the same trip alone when I was the Steward. I doubt he'll
think anything of it," Bryvin shrugged.

"Give him a runner with a blaze on its nose when he makes the trip,"
Olov told him. "There's lots of big guards. It'll make sure that we
meet the right man on the road."

Bryvin gave the big man an understanding nod. There was a good reason
Olov was in charge of this operation. "I know just the one, a nice
sized black with three white socks. Though I'd rather like the runner
to wander back at some point he should be gone a few sevendays looking
like he's escaped from whoever had him." He looked at Olov with a
lifted brow. "How does that sound?"

Olov grinned. "Sounds to me an awful lot like good business."

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