Garston paced the room in his house, a frown on his face. Â His best woman was now dead and he had no idea who had done it. Â Oh there were rumors for certain, tales of angry past clients, or back stabbing merchants, but it did not fit.
No one knew of her secret place except him. Â And he was no idiot to tell anyone about it. Â Yet that was the place place she was seen and where her bow was found partially charred along with the entire area around it. Â Someone strong in the aether or an imperial device could be the only things that would have left such carnage.
What was he to do now? Â Would they be after him next?
He shook his head. Â No, he had to focus on the here and now. Â He must focus on his business and look for someone new to take Ophianne's place. Â That brought a grin to his face. Â A place by his side and bedroom indeed.
A knock came at his door. Â "Enter." Â An elderly elezen entered, bowing deeply.
"Ah, Barnabaix, how is Master Rillemont faring?"
"He and Lady Rillemont have taken the news well, Master Hext."
Garston nodded. Â "My condolences. Â Ophianne was a beautiful woman and an excellent worker."
Barnabaix bowed once again. Â "Thank you, Master Hext. Â But I have come here for another reason."
"Oh? Â And what would that be."
The elderly elezen began to close the door behind him. Â "It is about my young wards ..."
No one knew of her secret place except him. Â And he was no idiot to tell anyone about it. Â Yet that was the place place she was seen and where her bow was found partially charred along with the entire area around it. Â Someone strong in the aether or an imperial device could be the only things that would have left such carnage.
What was he to do now? Â Would they be after him next?
He shook his head. Â No, he had to focus on the here and now. Â He must focus on his business and look for someone new to take Ophianne's place. Â That brought a grin to his face. Â A place by his side and bedroom indeed.
A knock came at his door. Â "Enter." Â An elderly elezen entered, bowing deeply.
"Ah, Barnabaix, how is Master Rillemont faring?"
"He and Lady Rillemont have taken the news well, Master Hext."
Garston nodded. Â "My condolences. Â Ophianne was a beautiful woman and an excellent worker."
Barnabaix bowed once again. Â "Thank you, Master Hext. Â But I have come here for another reason."
"Oh? Â And what would that be."
The elderly elezen began to close the door behind him. Â "It is about my young wards ..."
