by The Great Nevareh » Wed Nov 03, 2004 3:56 am
As Nezetta walks down the hallway in search of morning reading, she overhears two people talking- One of them is the head of the contingent of guard with the Barian assemblage, Lady Serejevo, and the other is a voice that she finds vaguely familiar, but not really all that specific in intonation and value- probably just a guardsman or a soldier that Nezetta doesn't know.
"You're kidding me." intones Ladu Serejevo.
"I speak truth, my lady."
"You can't be serious."
"I am completely serious, my lady."
"That's what the commotion at the castle was about?"
"So it is said, my lady."
"Is this anything aside from rumor?"
"The rumors are being substantiated by recent happenings, my lady."
"What are these 'facts' of which you speak?"
"Despite that the authorities claim that nothing was stolen, the case has recently been given up from the regular guard and army investigators and been handed over to the Crown Investigators- the case is being given special attention by the famed Carim Schartzturm. Such would not occur unless something important had happened, my lady."
"A fire being started in the castle is important."
"Not important enough to warrant the Crown Investigators, my lady."
"You are sure of this?"
"Yes, my lady. The secret of the Airship has most likely been taken into rogue hands."
"They might approach buyers... if they are incredibly stupid or on a tight, tight schedule, they would do so while the delegations are still in the city."
"Perhaps, my lady."
"All right, thank you. Inform me regularly."
As the conversation breaks up, one set of footsteps approaches where Nezetta had been standing, inadvertently eavesdropping on the conversation. As Lady Serejevo comes into view, she is clearly in deep thought. She bows lightly to Nezetta in a cursory manner, as though her body is on auto-pilot, and continues down the hall.