Prideful

I did not have to ask Ibrahim if he made the delivery I requested. There was no point, the giant of the deserts always completed requests as planned. Perhaps he leads an ideal charmed life. Lucky then, I have made him loyal.

"Yes of course, my First. It is done. The Crossroads will fulfill your request," I had said standing tall. He was gruff today. Haggard even. The plotting was taking its toll on his chiseled face, making it coarse. " I assure you, one way or another, I will get to him," I was held fast to my prediction. I have no choice but to be. Conviction. " May I ask, what will be the payment to the Woman, should she complete this for you?", I was referring to the Baker of course. I found myself curiously interested in what they would offer her at the end of all of this. They had said she would be compensated.

The First lifted his head he was looking at me, but not seeing me. He lowered his head, " Why do you wish to know? What difference is it to you ?", I should have waited more patiently, for a better opportunity. I answered, " I wish to know what to tell her, should it come to that." Hoping that was simple enough to secure the secret. " We will discuss it when that time arrives, " he answered dully. Moods aside this was the most emotion I'd ever seen this man betray. Was he entrusting me ?

" If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave, my First, " he waved me off only to call out, " She will be offered a position of standing. That is all for now, go."

I had left unceremoniously. No reason to leave with pomp and circumstance. As I walked the streets of the Anbar I thought of that meeting. Savana Vinquient, She Killer. Basle sat where I had put him. I half wanted her to pick him without question. Then I could find dislike for her. But, she did not. He was too transparent. Too young, and perhaps to eager. She had questioned my motives a great deal. It was good, her interest in our intentions. At first I mistook this for loyalty to the Woman. But, I believe it now was her own curiosity. Situations sometimes do need answers, even Black requests.

Tonight I would find the Tabidian Residence more to my liking. I have no need to don the robes and veils of the Apothecary for such a short stint. In truth, sometimes the smells around the stall gave me a headache, made me hallucinate. I had more business to attend, I was after all still painted.

I sat before my mirror, my reflections dancing behind me. The brush dipped in black paint was used. The mask of She stared back at me. The flame on the candles flickered. Two more men of Ar would find the dirt and nap forever. Dust to dust, and all of that. I had used this long respite to reinvent my plan.

No bodies would be found.