Shani Wennemein sat at her desk in the Centaur Refuge’s makeshift office and filled out the day’s paper work. Even out here in what many considered a wasteland, there was a need for some form of organization and order. Goodness knows there needed to be some, what with all the treasure hunters, lone criminals escaping whatever law that lay east of the wastes, and even wayward souls who stumbled their way into the desert.
There was other hiccups that would often happen, but not on a regular basis. Shani herself had managed to distance herself from one of them, that being the Order of Whispers. But from time to time, that part of her past would come creeping back in. This day, unfortunate as it would become, would turn out to be one of those days.
Shani recognized the mannerisms and the way the man held himself without too much effort. His adventuring clothes were just a little too clean and the way he casually glanced around was a little too suggestive. Still, she remained in her office and continued her paperwork, confident the man would eventually make his way to her.
“Good afternoon, Sheriff,” he said in a cordial manner. Now that he’d made his way up to the office, Shani noted that even his skin looked just a little too pale for someone who would come out to the desert.
She looked up and set her pen down as she studied the man. “Y’all been spendin’ way too much time in the Chantry o’ Secrets, friend.” The man perked an eyebrow but did not reply. “The Order o’ Whispers is not what it used ta be.”
“Barring our past,” the man said with a shrug. “We’re still doing what Tyria needs us to do. We’ve recently sent agents into the field in Elona and further south…”
“Ain’t had problems with the Order o’ Shadows?” Shani commented with a chuckle. The agent again just stared at the sheriff, somewhat at a loss for words. Shani motioned to the chair across the desk from her. “Take a load off, agent, an’ don’t look so surprised. We still get word out in the desert.”
“I keep forgetting,” the agent replied as he took a seat. “You’re affiliated with the Rurikton Roses. By now the Lady Larkspur has informed you of the goings on in Elona.”
“Larspur-Rossi it is now,” came a voice behind the agent. He turned as the foot falls and jangle of spurs sounded on the wooden floor. Sywyn and Wren moved into the office in their usual leisurely manner. Sywyn looked to his sister and then to the man seated. “We have company?”
“This is…” Shani began. “Ya know, ya never gave me yer name, Agent.”
“William Caldurson,” the man replied with a sigh.
“Agent Caldurson, with the Order o’ Whispers,” Shani repeated for her siblings. “Just stoppin’ by ta say hello it would appear.”
“More to keep our field agents and lightbringers appraised of current events,” Caldurson corrected.
“I thought you quit the Order,” Sywyn said as he poured both himself and Wren a cup of coffee.
“So did I,” Shani replied as she sat back in her chair.
“Be that as it may, there are still situations which there are those who need to be kept abreast of,” Caldurson said nervously.
“That was far too many words needed ta basically say ‘we want ta keep ya informed’,” Wren said.
“I’m sure you’re aware of the discovery of Rata Primus,” Caldurson said as he ignored Wren’s comment.
“Big Inquest city on the coastline o’ Elona, yeah it’s hard not to hear ‘bout that,” Shani said with a shrug. “I’m sure y’all have agents situated an’ retrievin’ all kinds o’ information.”
“We do, but we required a specific kind of agent,” Caldurson stated. “One who is particularly good with golems.”
The three siblings just let the statement sink in for a moment. They’d worked with asura for quite some time and knew all those in the area who were extremely well versed with golems. One name kept coming to Shani’s mind and she grew angrier and angrier. “Are y’all just tellin’ us this ta gloat?”
“I assume you’ve figured out who we sent to Rata Primus,” Caldurson said in a matter of fact tone. “We know that she’ll be missed and you would begin a massive missing person investigation.”
“This ain’t just a missing person investigation anymore,” Wren said in a stern voice. “This has become a rescue mission.”
“Eoxxa is 16 years old!” Shani said as she slammed a fist on her desk and rose to her feet. “She is still a child! An’ you managed ta rook her inta doin’ yer dirty work?”
“She has an expert knowledge in golemancy…” Caldurson tried to explain but Shani cut him off quickly.
“He’s back at the Refuge,” Sywyn said. “Had some messages ta deliver ‘round the area an’ keep people in the know ‘bout things in the desert.”
“Agent Caldurson!” Shani said in an authoritative voice. “You will accompany us to Olivia’s Refuge. You will tell my dispatcher where you decided ta send his daughter, an’ then you will give us, in excrutiatin’ detail if need be, everything thet was said ta Eoxxa. Wren’s right, this ain’t a missin’ person issue anymore, it’s a rescue operation!”
((This is the beginning of an event I’d like to do. The search and rescue of Golemancer Eoxxa as she is thrust into the undercover operation deep in Inquest territory. I’ll have more information coming in a future post, so for now, this is merely the beginning announcement of an event I’d like to begin. Let me know if you’re interested in participating or in helping out in any manner.))
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