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thief of roses chapter -2

... this fast, before it escalates." "Fine, tell the King that I'll leave in the morning," Aaron stood up. "I have not been home for many years; apparently, I've stayed away too long. We've had our disagreements my father and I, but if he dies, there will be blood and some of it will flow from that council room." Aaron nodded to the Chamberlain, turned and left through the door. "Well, let's pray that the Duke lives," Walton whispered to the room. After leaving the palace Aaron made his way down to the Central Quarter, an area of Aithen where the denizens of the city live, work and play. Aaron entered the 'Dragon's Horn', one of the rougher watering holes in area of rough inns and taprooms. After allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark interior, he scanned the tables until he saw who he was looking for. Making his way to a table in the back, he sat down addressing the lone man. "Remo, I have a job for you," handing over a small pouch of coin. "I need you to put eyes on Master Darius for the next few days. Find out who he contacts, who he meets, or where he makes drops, and who recovers them." "You want the Assassins' Guildmaster followed?" Remo raised an eyebrow, and hefted the bag of coin. "That will cost a pretty copper. It can be done though, for how long?" "I knew you were my man," Aaron chuckled, "until I tell you to stop, or the information satisfies my curiosity. I will be out of the city for a while, possibly a month. Just compile the information and I'll get with you ...

... when I return. Keep a tally and I'll settle up then also." "Good hunting milord." Remo slipped the pouch into his cloak. "You as well," Aaron responded, standing and turning to leave. After a quick lunch of bread, cheese and fruit, Aaron once again travelled to the Guild Quarter. Except this time his destination was a well maintained building and grounds. Looking the door over, he located and disarmed the trap and tripped the hidden handle. Pushing lightly on the door he entered the Thieves' Guild. "Ah, Master Aaron, I was wondering when you would stop by," Briard stepped forward in greeting. "How can this Guild serve you?" "A question, Master Briard. Would the Guild sell poisons to unsanctioned clients?" Aaron looked at him harshly, "even through intermediaries?" "Certainly not, as you rightly know," Briard replied huffily. "That would be catastrophic to our livelihood as well as our lives. Only licensed members may buy or handle potions and poisons, why do you ask?" "Just clarifying some things," Aaron replied. "So then, anyone doing so would be outside the protection of the Guild, regardless of who they where or how well they were connected?" "Master Aaron, if you have information concerning wrong doing inside of this Guild," Briard's voice rose. "I will know of it!" "No, no, nothing of the sort," Aaron raised his hands to calm down the irate master, "I am just verifying this Guild's stance on non-sanctioned trade of poisons. If I happen upon wrong doing, I will of course ...