A Kings Concern

Meeting Adjourned

King Killian sat at the head of the oak table, his brow rested on the base of palm, his eyes and teeth clenched in frustration. The bickering of the council continued.

“Enough!” Killian shouted, slamming his open hand on the table. “We will send a small, expendable recon team to investigate. Sir James won’t have to fear losing any of his precious men, Sir Galavan can vet them and insure they are trust worthy, and then someone can finally tell me what the hell actually happened in Odir!” Killian rose from his seat, and the council followed suit, heads bowed. “I’m sick of rumors and assumptions. I don’t want to hear another, unverifiable word about. I want first accounts, and I want it yesterday.” Killian slowly raised his right elbow, and a young woman, dressed in a dark green hooded frock, stepped out from the shadows. Taking the frail, elderly king’s arm, and bearing his weight, they left the Grand Councils Hall together, the large, 12ft doors of the royal entrance slamming behind them.

Slowly, the members of the council raised their heads. Sir Galavan, the Kings political advisor, broke the silence. “Any volunteers?”

“You laugh, but I’ll be damned if any of my men volunteer for this suicide mission!” Sir James replied as he pivoted from his station and stormed off out towards the main entrance.

Those less involved in the conversation scurried, relieved to resume their daily lives. Sir Sol however, slowed his pace as he passed Galavan.

“I have a few names that might be helpful to you.” the adviser of civilian life offered.

“You just happen to keep a list of trustworthy, expendable, and capable commoners on you?” Galavan replied sarcastically as they walked in stride through the main doors and into the clear autumn afternoon.

“They’re expats, but trustworthy. I’ve worked each of them in some way for years on various… deliveries if you will, so they’re experienced with the rigor of travel, and they always deliver.” Sol replied. “Shall I have them meet with you in your office tomorrow?”

Galavan thought for a moment, nodded, and the two parted ways. On his way to his villa, Galavan mulled over what little information he had.


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