Word from a Rat

“Yes!” Danbury declared. “I want vengeance!”

“What would you have me do?”

“He plans to raid me again. An assassin I keep on my coin has told me of his intent.”

Radix’s wooden chair creaked.

His interest is piqued.

“How did he find out? The Boy is hard to track.”

“He was boasting in the Rum Runnel.”

Boasting. Savage would never boast of a plan.

This is a setup designed for Radix’s minions.

“Hmm. And your assassin is sure it was him?”

“He knows him. They’re comrades. Well done Danbury!”

There was silence where Chavias assumed Danbury beamed with pride. Then Danbury’s step as he was exiting Radix’s chamber.

Chavias planted his feet and waited.

Danbury turned in the dark and couldn’t see him. Slamming into Chavias and the sullied bucket before him. Smearing Danbury’s fine clothes.

Danbury squawked and lunged backward. “What have you done. You fool!”