Gilneas, after the Second War
Hekter was furious, not because the boy had been caught by Bosch and his band of idiots, and not because he hadn't used common sense and stayed off the roads, but because he couldn't do anything about it. Once Loem had been taken into custody, he made his way back to his lord, cursing under his breath the whole way.
He found his way back to the wall, and over it, the night easily concealing him from the guards below. Once on the other side, he climbed down, carful in the dark. Thank the gods this thing is still under construction. Once it's done, it may not be such an easy climb. Careful not to alert any guards on this side either, he circled wide, cutting across the countryside to the nearby village where Uldor had taken up a room in the inn.
Stopping for just a moment to wipe off the black makeup he used, cleaning his hands in the horse trough and drying them quickly on his clothes and walked inside, nodding a silent greeting to the Innkeeper and a quick smile for his lovely daughter. Pretty little thing, she is... I wonder if she'd like to take a walk in the moonlight with me, he thought, but pushed it from his mind as he climbed the stairs to the second floor to the guest rooms.
The last door on the left opened to reveal the largest room in the inn, lavishly decorated and comfortable, with a warm fire in the hearth, and Uldor, quietly sitting, writing at the large desk. He didn't look up when the door opened, but nodded and quietly greeted him, "Hekter, come in."
Still angry, he shut the door and stalked across the room to come to his side. "Sit, Hekter, and stop glaring at me, just report." Hekter didn't sit, but moved to the other side of the desk.
"Loem has been arrested for thievery and possible murder as well. By Bosch and his merry group, just inside the border between the forest and the glades."
Uldor looked up the moment Hekter had said Loem had been caught. "Where is he now?"
"In their custody, soon to be loaded into a prison wagon and dragged all the way back here and through the gate, no doubt."
"Splendid." With that, Uldor returned to his writing. Hekter stood, still furious, still wondering why the hell Uldor was doing this. He glared down at his lord, silent, his arms crossed, fingering the hilt of the concealed dagger in his sleeve.
"Stop that, Hekter. It's unbecoming of you. Sit. Have some brandy or something. You can't make me nervous and you can't change my mind. This plan-"
"Is idiotic at best. What if Bosch gets out of control, or decides that you didn't bribe him enough? What if he decides to dump the boy on someone else to take to court, what if-"
"Hekter." Uldor looked up again, staring him straight in the eyes, stern. "'What if's' don't come into play here. We paid him more than enough, both in gold and in fear tactics. Controlling Bosch is child's play. Truthfully, you're the problem." He sat back, taking a sip of wine, and watched Hekter. "You're far too emotionally vested in this. Maybe I should send a messenger to get someone else to serve me, someone who isn't going to talk back to me."
Hekter grimaced, knowing full well that Uldor would carry out that threat. "No. But I think you've made a mistake on this one, Uldor. The boy is scared, feeling helpless, and-"
"Is he handling it? Is he looking around, working through the situation, trying to find solutions? I want him thinking, Hekter, and, if not that, then I want him helpless! Fel! I'm supposed to act the hero, remember, swooping in to save him from his fate! I had you steal his damn tabard weeks ago so that we could ensure his name was on the known dead list so that this could happen in the first place!"
Uldor pushed back from the desk, getting up to pace. "I've been thinking about this the moment the boy spotted me under that dead beast when he was looking for his father. He has keen eyes, intelligence, maturity, especially for a boy his age..." He trailed off, finally turning back to Hekter. "And you yourself said he has real potential, that you'd gladly train him. So, I want him. And, remember, Hekter, what I want-"
"You get."