Summons Answered, Deal Struck

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 4th September 2019
Series: The Assassin's Husband

Characters: Bryvin, Lusilk
Description: Bryvin calls in a old debt and Lusilk agrees to pay
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 13, day 2 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Jayzine

Bryvin

Lusilk

G'for was passionate, sweet, unassuming, and quite frankly, not much
of a thinker. So when she'd asked him to take her to Sunstone, the
dear man hadn't asked questions. It was useful, she decided, to have a
dragonman in her bed on a regular basis, one that didn't think too
much and was far more interested in what she could do for him.

He'd dropped her off near the Hold, near her "family's" cothold,
kissed her goodbye and left. She, on the other hand, melted into the
shadows the moment she was out of sight, changing into the clothes
that she needed from her pack. Near evening, it was easy to get where
she needed to go, and it wasn't at their usual meeting place. She saw
him there, waiting, and a small, satisfied smile passed her lips.
Good. It wouldn't hurt him to think she wouldn't arrive until the next
day.

As night fell, she took advantage of the activity of the dining call,
and slipped upstairs. She did have to disable idle guard, but tucking
him away into an alcove was simple enough. He never knew what happened
and he'd wake in an hour or so with a splitting headache. It would be
a valuable lesson for him about situational awareness. Idiot.

Picking the lock was almost disappointing. She expected better. She
snorted, slipped inside and studied the room with quick glances.
Finding exactly where the light would shine and where it would not,
she found the most suitable place to wait.

Bryvin came in the door to his quarters and paused for a moment.
Something didn't quite feel right, like there was someone else in the
room. But after a moment he crossed to his desk and sat with his back
to the wall. "Come on out," he said.

"So you haven't become complacent." The soft voice spoke from the
shadows. "I'd hoped not, but you need better locks and guards,
Bryvin." The woman known to Bryvin as Larsilk stepped out of the
shadows, tapping her blade against her palm. "And you passed right in
front of me. Not wise." Her eyes narrowed. "What part of retired do
you not understand?"

He shrugged knowing that if she wanted him dead he'd never have
noticed her until it was too late. "It is a delicate task and if you
do this for me," he left the 'if' hanging out there for a moment so
she knew she could elect to decline. "I will call all debts paid in
full."

"I would have thought my debts were paid. I've been at your beck and
call for nearly four turns, Bryvin." She sheathed the blade, finally
stepping forward, but not too close to the man across the desk. Her
lips thinned as she considered him, crossing her arms over her chest.
"All debts, hm? What 'delicate' task do you have in mind?"

"Do you remember your trip to Turquoise Bay to look into my daughter's death?"

"Of course. The empty coffin. What of it? I assume you used your
other...contacts to find out what happened. Whose neck is my blade
going in now?"

"It turns out the reason the coffin was empty, is because my wife sent
the babe away with a dragonman to the Weyr." His eyes were bleak as he
looked at the woman. "I want her back, but negotiations have not gone
well."

She straightened, keeping her face impassive. He knew just were to dig
that keen emotional blade; a child. She'd never harmed a child, it was
a firm rule. "I see." She pursed her lips. "When was the child taken?
Do you have a description? I need information before I agree to do
this."

He opened a drawer and pulled out a folded bit of hide. "Here are all
the notes we've made. The child... I've never seen her so can't give
you a description but here is the name she was given, and the name she
goes by. We know she's a Dragonsfall." Deep pain lurked in the depth
of his normally icy blue eyes. There were few things that Bryvin truly
and deeply cared about. His children were one of those things. "I'd
like to hold her before she's a full turn."

She took the hide and looked closely at it, lips moving as she
committed the information to her memory, then looked up. "You want me
to kidnap your child from the Weyr and bring her to you. You do
realize how difficult that's going to be? How much time it might take?
I have my own responsibilities." She looked back down at the hide,
studying it. "You may end up owing me, Bryvin. I hate working in
Weyrs." She exhaled, inwardly cursing. The man had saved the life of
herself and her son. Shaffit. Weyrs were tricky and Faranth knew that
they had their fair share of babes in cribs. Finding one out of
possibly a hundred or more would be tricky, much less secreting it out
without getting caught. And Weyr justice could be brutal.

He half smiled and pulled open the drawer again. He lifted a small
purse out and tossed it to her. "Twice that amount if you bring her
home safe."

She caught the bag, hefted in her hand and eyed him. She should take
it; she might need it. She tossed it back. "A life for a life. And
should I get caught, you ensure that Silgan is cared for, educated,
and kept safe."

He caught it and dropped it back into the open drawer. "As one of my
own," he nodded shortly. "Where is he now?"

There was a long pause. She didn't like him knowing where she was
based out of, but he didn't need to know that she was with her son.
"The new Weyrhold. With the Headwoman." She shrugged. "I have
connections."

"Good," he nodded. "He'll be safe there for now." Bryvin stood and
took a single step toward her. "Thank you," he said sincerely. He
towered over her but had no illusions so he reached out a hand palm
up. "Deal?"

She peered up at him, then looked down at his hand. Her mouth twitched
as she gave final thoughts to job. She didn't want to do this, but
knew it was best for both of them that she did. She smacked her palm
lightly down on his. "Deal. Oh and Bryvin? Get better locks."

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