Friday, June 29, 2012
Spies Like Us
A voice called out from behind him, "Why, if it's not my old friend Lormo!". Lormo stiffened, a hand reaching beneath his heavy cloak to the dagger secreted there. The manservant recognized the voice, but was sure that he'd scanned the street before stepping out into it. He did not see the owner of the voice anywhere, then.
Lormo turned and saw the speaker, whom he hadn't seen in years. The man was little changed; older, his hair greyer and more wispy, his face more lined and his back slightly stooped. This was LeCarre and he was a pocketman.
LeCarre had served Waterdeep for years in this capacity. Called spies, assassins, fingermen in other lands, LeCarre was the master of them under the Paladinson. After the purge of the Shadow Thieves, the old man felt it was time to retire. Piergeron had not seen it needful to replace him, and this position had been left vacant for years. From what Lormo had found out, LeCarre rarely left his small, 2 room apartment. It had quietly been whispered amongst those in the know that he must have a fortune squirreled away somewhere, yet he certainly didn't live like it.
"Out enjoying the fresh morning air?" LeCarre asked amicably.
"No, old friend, I have errands to run. I prefer to get them out of the way as soon as possible," Lormo replied, slowing his walk to match that of the older man.
"Of course, of course. I, too, prefer work before play. And how are the younglings? The Thunderst- I mean, the Agundar boys?" LeCarre asked, turning to peer at the cohort at his side.
Lormo's mind raced. LeCarre's mention of his lord's true family name wasn't a slip of the tongue, nor was it a mistake due to age. LeCarre's brazen mention was surely a move on the gameboard. While it was never mentioned or admitted in polite society, there were certainly nobles who suspected the boys' true lineage.
"Oh, they are well. They and their tet should be in Amphail by now. I believe Sai Tarm has some holdings there," Lormo said in a voice that he hoped came across as nonchalant.
"Ah, the young. Always running about, hither and yon!" laughed LeCarre. "I was coming by to let you know that the boy has offered me my old job back."
Lormo nodded slowly. "And will you be getting back into the game?" he inquired.
LeCarre beamed, "I have actually told him yes. Even at my age, I was getting restive. My mind was rusting away. What with the war, and magic being unreliable, Piergeron felt he needed eyes to retrieve information. I've heard that a mage he was using to divine certain numbers in Luskan was driven mad. She flung herself off a balcony, poor girl."
"Well, you have my congratulations, LeCarre. From what I remember, no one was better at organizing and running pocketmen than you," Lormo said, sizing up the man out of the corner of his eye. LeCarre's mind, his most formidable weapon, seemed as sharp as ever.
Placing a withered hand upon Lormo's arm, LeCarre stopped and turned to face him. "I just want you to know that there may come a time when the city of Waterdeep must call upon its sons and daughters. All of them. If I come calling..."
"As long as it's for Waterdeep, I'm sure the lads will heed the call. As shall I," Lormo solemnly said. With the Blackstaff gone, this man in front of him may be the most dangerous man in the city. A chill that had nothing to do with the cold air trickled down his spine.