Calagras stepped up to the table, accompanied by the other two. He glanced right, paused, then left, paused, and then forward.

“Need I remind you my sons and daughters, things are not always as they appear. Now Bakuuva.”

“Yes?” the three Bakuuvas in the room all asked at once.

“Mrmm… Child of Bakuuva,” Calagras corrected.

“Yes sir?”

“What is your take on the current affairs of these assassins?”

“Sir I… I believe this isn’t something we should dismiss. From what I’ve gathered, someone is deliberately targeting the local lords to cause unrest. The risks mentioned are part of that plan. If I had to guess, I think it’s one of the mountain clans.”

“Child do you have any concrete proof?” Azala growled, “Accusing a mountain clan of this, such insolence!”

“She holds point Azala,” Calagras interrupted, “Truly. The humans gain nothing from this. The Inquisition would not work with our kind. The rebels gain nothing by insighting chaos. That leaves a very obvious source.”

“My Lord-” Philippe began.

“Oh I know well enough the implications Philippe. If there is a traitorous clan among us, we will resolve it. I have already sent word out thanks to Vulper. I will be convening a summit to properly discuss this issue. And until that time comes… our unassuming Bakuuva shall be tasked with further espionage. Few would suspect the young girl, other than those who she has already upset.”

“You would use her as bait?” Azala immediately questioned.

“Do you find conflict with this Azala?”

“Hmm… no, I do not sir. None at all.”

Vulper glanced left to Calagras without turning his head for a short bit only. Elise and Lysander said and did nothing.

“Child, do you accept my conditions?”

“Yes, Lord Calagras,” Elise replied immediately with a slight nod.

“Vulper will assist you in moving forward. While you are entirely expendable on this assignment, you are also entirely valuable. Do not screw this up or your value will be lost young one,” Calagras concluded.

“I understand.”

Azala snarled slightly, “You would have us accuse our own?”

“We are not allies Azala. Each clan is its own. You would do well to remember that.”

“We are all of these mountains. You would have us turn upon one another out of fear before simply stomping out these weak humans should they come at us?”

“Do not presume to question me Azala. What I say is law.”

“Nrrgh… as you wish.”

“Now if there is nothing further to be added. Young Bakuuva, you may leave us. Vulper will find you with your next assignment. Take your merry band with you,” Calagras ordered.

“Yes sir,” she replied with a slight bow.

Elise turned and began to walk, the rest of her group following suit. She glanced back once and only once. The scowl on Azala’s face directed at Calagras’s back. Sighing forward she would exit.