“Not that I’m aware of, I’m afraid…” Pelleas answered. He scratched the side of his jaw and looked away at the stone floor, thinking. Micaiah seemed so withdrawn and worried lately, for reasons he knew were his fault. He had dropped the kingship in her lap as soon as she announced her lineage, hardly bothering to tie up the very many loose ends from his own short, messy rule. Even though he had been so eager to wash his hands of the whole ordeal, guilt still held him with a sense of obligation, and he tried to do what he could to assist her. But he still felt so useless all the time.
“But…” he started hesitantly, eyes still downcast. “I met someone recently. Actually, he came to me, and I believe he knows where there may be another, secret treasury yet untouched.”
Pausing, he wondered if this sounded too sketchy. As he thought about it from Micaiah’s point of view, he realized that he might have very well agreed to a second blood pact had there been any paperwork involved. Foolish.
“He’s, um… He’s outside waiting if you would like to speak with him.”
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“Another treasury?” Micaiah repeated, perking up at the thought alone. If Daein truly did possess more gold than their current financial reports listed, her hopes for an accelerated reconstruction effort could be realized. She was adamant that they reinstate the most important infrastructure for their people as soon as possible and her many recent sleepless nights demonstrated her desperation. Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she stood, pushing aside some of the various papers on her desk in a neat stack. She met Pelleas’s eyes, with confidence practically emitting from her own.
“I’ll see him. Even if its a small chance, we have to at least try. Daein needs funds. I can’t sleep at night, knowing that many of our people are still without their basic needs,” She replied, hurriedly navigating around her desk and standing beside Pelleas, “I’ll see…how I feel about him. If he gives me a safe impression, we’ll take the risk. Thank you, Pelleas. I knew I could rely on you.” She said with a smile, before approaching the door and opening it herself.
Before her, she was faced with a brown-haired man. He wore attire common to a thief, but the maiden did not judge based upon appearance. Not when she had the ability to sense one’s emotions.
“You…you may know of another treasury?” She asked, ushering him to enter.
