Wednesday, 5 September 2012
A Bold Plan
Wanda stepped forward, sheathing the dagger. She held her hands wide, away from her belt, trying to broadcast that she had no plans of hostility.
"Firstly, it feels prudent for me to apologise about Daddo and his men. Their loyalty to you is - was - commendable, in that they could not be reasoned with and were dedicated to the task they were given. We... did what we had to do."
"We are not interested in your contraband," Wanda waved at the boxes. "That has nothing to do with us. But you do have a gem that doesn't belong to you. That is the item upon which the curse I refer to has been pronounced.
"I know that you attacked a band of men who were tasked with keeping the gem for our employer. We discovered their bodies earlier this evening. Their death was not enough to cover your tracks, unfortunately. You attacked them under a flag of truce and I know you saw the condition they were in. It was only a matter of days for them before they ended up as weak as they were. Did you see the arm? How long do you think you have?"
Without waiting for an answer, Wanda continued. "It seems patently obvious to me that you are not equipped to look after that gem. For your safety, and ours, could I ask that you leave the gem on the floor," she pointed at an open location on the floor halfway between the two opposing parties, "preferably still in whatever container you currently have it in, and allow us to secure it?"
Wanda stared into the well dressed man's eyes. "I cannot emphasise enough how little you know about that stone and the curse on it."