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with a droopy moustache and large brown eyes.
"Master! There you are!" Pasko said. "Weren't you in on the morning tide?"
"Indeed," replied Tal, handing his jacket and travel bag to his manservant.
"But
as such things are wont to be, the order of landing was dictated by factors
of
which I am ignorant."
"In other words, the ship's owner didn't bribe the harbourmaster enough to
get
you in early."
"Most likely." Tal sat down on a divan. "So expect the luggage to arrive
later
today."
Pasko nodded. "The rooms are safe, master." Even in private, Pasko observed
the
formalities of their relationship: he the servant, Tal the master, despite
the
fact that he had been one of Tal's instructors over the years.
"Good." Tal knew that meant Pasko had employed various wards against scrying
magic, just as he would have inspected the premises against more mundane
observation. The chances of their enemies knowing that Tal was an agent of
the
Conclave of Shadows were small, but not out of the question. And they had
sufficient resources to match the Conclave in dealing with opponents.
Since his victory over Raven and his mercenaries, avenging his own people's
slaughter, Tal had lived on Sorcerer's Isle, recovering from wounds—both
mental
and physical—learning more of the politics of the Eastern Kingdoms, and
simply
resting. His teaching had continued in various areas, for Pug and his wife,
Miranda, had occasionally instructed him in areas of magic that might concern
him. Nakor the Isalani, the self-proclaimed gambler who was far more than
that,
instructed him in what only could be termed "dodgy business", how to cheat at
cards and spot others cheating, how to pick locks and pockets, as well as
other
nefarious skills. With his old friend Caleb he would go hunting. It had been
the
best time he had known since the destruction of his people.
During that period he had been allowed to glimpse some of the dealings of the
Conclave on a level far above his station; and had thus gained the sense that
the Conclave had agents numbering in the hundreds, perhaps thousands, or at
least had links to thousands of well-positioned individuals. He knew the
organization's influences reached down into the heart of the Empire of Great
Kesh, and across the sea to the lands of Novindus, as well as through the
rift
to the Tsurani home world, Kelewan. He could tell that enormous wealth was at
their disposal, for whatever they needed always appeared somehow. The false
patent of nobility that Tal carried in his personal portfolio had cost a
small