There was no such thing as failure. The request that had been given to Arick was a simple one. Documents were to be forged, then placed in the proper registries. The Bladerunner lord had implied a questioning on his ability to lead. Arick had grown used to the implications of his age. After all, how could someone who was barely an adult possibly have any idea on how the world works? The young lord moved the smooth cloth over his blades, clearing them of the remnants from a job well done. They truly had no clue as to the lengths he had already gone to. Noble lines had a legacy to uphold. Some were trained soldiers, or skilled mages. They would not send their children into battle unequipped. Other lines held a grip on the economy, watching their trades and training their artisans. They would not send their sons out to broker trade deals without proper training. The Vanduril line was known as some of the most powerful assassins Quel’thalas had to offer. He would not be standing before a council as the voice of Covenant if they did not believe he was fit. A small knock came on the door to his rooms. Arick set one of the daggers aside, tucking the other into its sheath as he opened the door. “Lady Kirana is here to see you, my lord.” Arick gave a nod, motioning for the servant girl to lead the way. Settled in the comfort of his family parlor was a lithe young woman around his age, with platinum blonde locks braided far down her back. Kirana gave the ethereal lord a wide grin, he robes rustling around her as she stood. “Good evening, Lord Vanduril.” The pair exchanged a polite embrace, Arick taking her hand and placing a kiss upon the back. “So sorry to keep you waiting.” Kirana muttered. “And a good evening to you, my lady. It's no trouble at all.” A single pale brow rose in inquiry. “What name are you going by lately?” “Dor’avel,” she answered simply, sliding an open envelope into Arick’s hands. “These are your own work?” Sliding the papers out, Arick scanned the documents with extreme scrutiny. “That they are. I hope they are to your liking.” A mocking depiction of shock popped onto Kirana’s face as she spoke. “The product of a tryst between Lady Flaresong and Emmory Sunrunner? How scandalous!” Arick gave a vague smile, earning a giggle from the young woman. “Excellent work. Official seal and everything. Shall I assume the ‘original’ copies of these are inthe registry?” “Just as you requested, Lord Vanduril.” The grin she wore grew smug. “Everything seems in order then?” “Indeed.” Arick tucked the papers away, flicking the envelope back into her hands. “I have one more task for you. Lord Bladerunner. Send him a note saying the copies he requested are in order. Make sure they are put in his hands alone.” “Anything for a Ghost.” The envelope found a home within her satchel, and with a formal goodbye, she was off. Arick's task was over. Now the lord of Sunrunner had the tools he needed. There was no room for failure. @arandael @crownofasheswra
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