"It's not, I went there shortly after a long mission in Rognosst Swamp. I'm familiar with Cristina and I'm familiar with the region. It's a good city, ruled by the Drakes. And it's full of good people... all of whom respect their ruling family. It'd be best if we didn't mention Tom or what happened to him."
"That goes without sayin'." Agethar said, clearly surprised that Caiden would talk about Tom and his...condition here of all places.
"But I'm surprised tha' 'is family has their own city," he continued "I always thought that th' Drakes lived in a Manor in Illikon."
Maugrimm watched as the new dog followed the new lady and the Venators out of the room.
The dog followed them into the study, where he moved over to the new dog, where he waited for it to acknowledge his existence.
Cyrus followed the others into the study, where Crestwell pulled out his bottle of brandy and poured everyone who accompanied them a glass of it.
"Let's start from the beginning, if you don't mind. How do you know Silvius?"
The very beginning? Before I was born, really. My late dad, Horace Meliora, actually met Silvius in this very order, probably in this very castle. You might not remember him, he’d barely worn the cloak and arrowhead for a day when he got his sword arm torn off by a verrbjorn. Always told me he’d been lucky through all his training, only to lose it on that very first hunt. But you can’t span a crossbow with one arm, and he couldn’t read, so he’d be useless in a room like this; so off he went, wondering what in Artemis’ name he was gonna do now. Silvius was his partner on that first and last hunt, though, and always felt it was his fault, especially since the bear so happened to be going for his neck when my dad’s arm got in the way. When he tracked down where my father ended up settling down, the stubborn blighter made a point of visiting whenever he was near Appledale. The two of ‘em always laughed at how they didn’t roll too far from the old tree, if you take my meaning. Well, Silvius became like an Uncle, even watched me for a bit after my parents bought it, but I’d no interest in following my dad’s footsteps, so we went our separate ways. Then I got this letter a couple weeks ago, and here we are.”
While they were talking, Cyrus produced a small bamboo straw from his belt and carefully inserted it through his aventail. He then began to quietly slurp away at his brandy.
"The kinda bossy one, your stand-in leader or something, mentioned other Venatori were missing, too? I've been thinking that maybe Silvius and his partner were the last to disappear, and maybe he noticed the first ones and figured they weren't a coincidence? You lot'd probably know more than me on that front."
There was a poot sound as Cyrus' straw suddenly became extremely loose and began to wobble around.
"You might want to use a bit more...tact when 'the kinda bossy one' is sitting across from you." the Venator said as he removed the straw.