In finishing with the manor we were no closer to finding our lost bard. He was nowhere in the manor, I was sure of that. We could either go back to the bar and drown our sorrow and go “oh well” or we could use the resources we had at our disposal. Like it or not we had someone who knew where and what was going on everywhere in the city. We could go to Eel’s End and talk to Devargo Barvasi, the Spider King. He owed us a favor, and favor from a man like him is very valuable indeed. Was this man’s life worth us using this favor? After heated discussion, the decision was made to cash it in.
I was not too thrilled to go back out there. It’s not that I don’t like the place, far from it, but it is the fact that Carista and Adelaide are there. To say I have a chip on my shoulder about them in an understatement to say the least. The people that normally crowded the place were long gone but there were a few about. As we walked past the House of Clouds I saw Carista step out of the shadows and walk with our escorts. She made a point to walk beside me.
I didn’t want to deal with small talk, so I jumped right to the point. “Is she still alive?”
“Yes, but barely. The red veil did a number on her. It will be quite some time before she can return to work for you.” Carista walked by me, looking straight ahead.
“Oh she is not coming back!” I laughed, and glared at her.
“And why not?” Carista sincerely looked offended. “She was a good worker, and took good care of your customers.”
“Besides the fact that she was hired to be kitchen help, and the thought of washing sausage casing made her turn green, there is no way Kess will let her step foot back in the bar.”
“And what would little miss fortune teller do?” Carista scoffed.
“I believe the term is, ‘Cut a bitch’, comes to mind.” I gave her a side long glance.
Carista’s step faltered for a moment. “I’m sure Mr. Priest in tight pants over there would forgive her and protect her. “
I couldn’t stifle the laugh, “Oh really, you expect a cleric of Ragathiel, a man who has sworn to assist those in achieving vengeance for grievously wrongs done to them to simply, ‘Forgive and forget’? You MUST have been breathing the Dragon’s Breath’s vapors if you believe that.” I shook my head at the brazenness of the woman. “Adelaide should be happy she still has her life. She is lucky I am not after her head. Because of her Devin tried to come see her and became ill himself. Thankfully, he will live, but given her treatment of him, she dare not show her face around the bar because her life is not worth it.”
“Point taken.” Carista groused, and continued to walk next to me. After a few moments she again spoke. “If Adelaide cannot work, I want someone else there.”
“Your master’s bar is a good place for information. It is a neutral ground and a center point for intelligence in the city. I want a contact there.”
“Let me guess, even Devin told you to piss off when you tried to get him to spy for you.” I smirked at her. Carista glared at me. Her silence told me what I needed to know. Carista had tried pushing Devin and it back fired on her.
“You owe me Perdita. I saved your life.” Carista tried to push the point.
I scoffed, “Hardly. You used me for your own purposes, simple as that. The problem is that I have out grown you. You have no sway over me anymore. Are you going to say I was a thief? Some may believe you or they will see me as someone who changed her life and is now doing well for this city and the kingdom. You have no sway with me.”
Carista began to get highly irritated, “You need another serving girl and I want one of my people there.”
“To report on us? No.”
“The bar is too valuable of place even without your intelligence. I want a contact there.” She began to get seriously agitated.
I eyed my friend to see if they were going to do anything. I had a feeling they were watching her but wouldn’t pull a sword unless she tried something. “It is true that many that are members of your church are useful; however I want to pick who I want. “
“Fine then who? Prudence? Rosie? Charity? Any of them would be excellent workers.”
I smirked. “And any of them could end up dead once their multitude of sins came to light. No.” I gave her an evil grin, “I want Trudy.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Trudy, or no one.” I smirked at her. I had known Trudy for a long time. One thing I had to say about her was she was loyal, and it wasn’t loyalty to Carista. It was to her deity Calistria. She believed gaining knowledge for the betterment of the world, not for one’s self; which had always put her in conflict with Carista. Trudy would gather information on a cheating stealing spouse to allow the poor neglected wife to receive recompense; while Carista would use the information to blackmail the husband, AND the wife. If helping out meant a few rules got bent, Trudy wasn’t opposed to it, but it better be for a darn good reason. The best way to incur Trudy’s wrath is to bully someone she cares about. To say she has a chip on her shoulder against bullies of all kinds is an understatement. I’d like to see Carista try to bully Trudy into taking the job, but we shall see if she takes the job. Would Trudy tell our secrets to anyone? No because frankly she would agree with most of the stuff we do anyway, and would help out if she could. As long as we do things for the greater good, her moral compass should point similar to ours.
“Fine. Soon as the whole plague thing blows over I’ll send her your way. I need her here for now helping with the sick. My side business has taken a serious hit, but my healing has increased. One must do what one must.” Carista crossed her arms in a huff.
“Indeed” I eyed her as she broke off as we came to the Eel’s End itself. She gave a slight bow and went back into the shadows. I knew I would need to watch my back. Carista, like myself, prefers to play the long game. She would attempt to get back at me at some point, however, for now she had bigger concerns to deal with.