I don’t like this. Not one bit.
Reznik looked at the people sitting around the mahogany table. He guessed most if not all were Bronze agents but to him, most seemed like ordinary thugs. After the invitation from the Consortium he had sent word to his superior in the church. His answer had been to infiltrate the meeting, gather information and report back. Whatever happened next was his judgment, and his judgment alone.
He locked eyes with the female Chelaxian while she spoke. She wore a golden amulet, making her one of the higher ups in the Consortium. He tried to get a read on her but somehow her eyes betrayed neither thought or emotion. Cursing under his breath, Reznik averted his gaze.
Not a good start.
Carefully he awaited the other guests’ reactions. A young half orc clad in armor was first to respond. When he rose, Reznik saw he wore the symbol of Abadar on his neck. Surprised and intrigued at the same time Reznik studied the half breed’s speech and demeanor.
I wonder what his deal is. I don’t remember any servants of Abadar stationed here?
Next was a cloaked man, his face hidden in shadow. Did he just ask if he could kill? The Gold agent did not respond. Quite tight with the information eh?
Several other agents spoke. Then Reznik rose from his chair, looked at the other agents in the room, before addressing the Gold agent.
It seems you have quite a conundrum here. I’ve only recently joined the Consortium and still unsure of her exact workings. However, if there is one thing you’ll need on your expedition of this unknown island, it is protection for the people who will explore and live there…
He moved his cloak to the side so onlookers could see the symbol of Abadar visible on his armor.
…Protection I will try to provide.