The Gathering of The Promise

Master of Secrets

Rivers Between Us shivered, but not from the cold. It was late; in another hour the manse would begin to awake, but at the moment darkness and mist covered its gardens and classrooms, and its encampments of soldiers. Behind him he sensed the presence, and he whispered without looking, "Truly this venture is blessed by heaven; I had not dared to hope that you would aid us."

A husky voice responded, deep and hollow like wind through a cavern. "Yes, you told no one, and all secrets hidden from the light are mine to choose from."

"Then you know why we need you... but why have you come?"

Five Days Darkness strode just outside the light of his candle, his feet making no noise, as silent whorls of darkness curled behind him, rising from cape like smoke. "My reasons are my own business. I will aid you in the construction, providing such enchantments and wardings as will be necessary to ensure success. You may think yourself a sorcerer, but you are correct in thinking that you're no match for this task. I will also furnish certain materials that you know too well have not seen the light of day in centuries. And you will perform a service for me."

"Oh... well, of course, I suppose... what did you have in mind?"

"A village one week North and East of here has been raided by bandits. They will not have enough food to last through the next winter. Send them supplies enough to suffice."

"Oh," Rivers seemed taken aback. "Of course... I had no idea you were so altruistic. Unless..."

"Very perceptive, lawgiver." He chuckled in the shadows. "You'll do me this little favor, and the Court of Descending Water will then come to you asking for satisfaction. Remind them, if you would, that their pathetic arrogance is only matched by their incompetence."

The candle guttered in a sudden breeze and went out.