"Boarblade," Rhallogant greeted him almost jovially, leaning forward like a bad actor broadly overplaying a sly conspirator. "I've a task for you. A dangerous task. A secret task."
"Lord?" Boarblade murmured, taking a step closer to signify that he heeded his employer's lust for secrecy, and bending forward to show how eager he was to hear the great secret that might be imparted.
"I need you to kill a man."
Chapter 2
What Traitors are up to …And if it should come to pass, between dragonslayings Or late nights of downing fiery oceans of strong drink In the hungrily enfolding arms of too-willing wenches, That we for once have time to stop and use our wits, Let there then be no shortage of matters to ponder.
In Cormyr, there never is; two things, at least, They never tire of considering:
Whose bed lusty King Azoun will conquer next And what these traitors, or those, Are up to since this morn.
Kill a man, indeed.
If Caladanter had meant those words to shock his most trusted bodyguard, they failed to do so. Little wonder. This was not the first time he had ordered such a deed. Boarblade merely nodded and waited.
"You are familiar with Lord Eldarton Feathergate. His usefulness to me is ended. Go to Feathergate, slay him in a way that will notIeaA all the Wizards of War in the realm right back here, get away unseen, and return here promptly. The customary reward will be waiting for you."
Telgarth Boarblade had been able to control every muscle of his face for years. It was no work at all to keep the sneer off it now. Customary reward, indeed.