|"If my suspicions are right, everything is already decided regardless of the election and the people. If I'm right, we may be in a good position already."|
Joachim then made his presence known. Fortunately, the man's useless wife was not yet present. Garak thought briefly about trying to drive the paladin further towards darkness, but for some reason instead used one of his feet to push back an unoccupied chair at the table. "I plan nothing at the moment---for now I only ponder."
He then returned to his meal, choosing to ignore the flurry of questions thrown at him. A few bites later, he stretched in his chair and looked deep into the paladin's eyes. Garak's eyes had always been dark, but now shadows seemed to dance about inside them. Just his presence alone seemed to make people around him uncomfortable.
But there was still a side to the assassin that was at odds with the stench of death and evil that hung on him. He glanced at Kohl, who had curled up on the floor next to his chair. The armored dog had changed in many ways since the battle of Saerb, and didn't seem to have the same bond they once shared. A hint of sadness crossed Garak's face for a brief moment as he stretched out his hand for the dog to sniff.
When he returned his gaze back to Joachim, his expression was dark once again.
"Your pet unfortunately lives again. His foolishness cost me five hundred platinum." It had been clear from the start that Garak thought very little of Roulguk and the AAGP. In fact, it was clear that Garak felt the entire AAGP compound should be razed and the members inside butchered for sport. But, he had given his word to the paladin that he would bring the creature back from the dead.
However, he had made no such promise for Harrod. "I thought about doing the same for the mage, but considering how he performed at the battle of Saerb and how easily he failed in combat a second time, I decided that he needed to be discarded and forgotten for now."
Garak laughed at Joachim's sudden burst of eloquence. "Politics are as they always are. Here, there are many hidden strings...some of which stretch far beyond the city's walls." He thought about the various dreams he had experienced recently. Garak knew that they were more than just something his mind made up. The images were far too realistic. What he couldn't figure out was the why of it all. There was opportunity for power, control of the region, and of course money...but was there something more...something bigger than mankind. The Order was formed to stand against the gods themselves. Was that fight becoming a reality?
The assassin fell into a deep silence as his mind danced through all the possibilities.