Thu May 26, 2005 4:28 pm
It would be a busy night for Jirai. An evening at the tavern had given her fodder and plenty for sowing rumours about the town. It would take time, for these things must be done carefully, and with no clue as to just who it was starting said rumours. Come morning, though, the gossip mongers would reap a large crop.
"Lieutenant Kilborn threatened the governor's life"
"The Straka plots treason"
"The Militia has barricaded the Straka barracks"
"Governor Bromn attacked the good Lieutenant"
"Straka tries to overthrow the council"
"The council tries to overthrow Straka"
"Lady Ariane is to be executed, with the staff of the 'Dagger"
These and more, and variations on similar themes, would be the talk of the town, come morning.
To only one person would she deliver a precise accounting of all she had witnessed that evening, and all she had surmised. There was plenty of room for both she and the Councillor to gain, here, she thought. She would put aside her earlier anger with the man, leaving that for another time.
There were more interesting things at hand.