Beyond The Wall 2: Noble Intention by Pwyll Duggan

Author:Pwyll Duggan [Duggan, Pwyll]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy LitRPG
Published: 2019-05-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

There’re hundreds of people, all dressed beyond my expectations, cheering and yelling as we go down the red carpeted stairs. The room is huge. Glass from floor to ceiling at each end, three stories tall. Marble polished open floors. Brass corkscrew stairs to small private balconies. Curtained stages and small booths filled with a mixture of colours to match the mixture of people. It's amazing sight and all I can think of is that most of these people were cheering my immanent death only just this morning.

A whispered. "Just keep smiling." Keeps me going forward, not up, up and away. Most of the women are stunning, the men handsome and the noise deafening. I'm led across the room, people waving and cheering. The Duchess is noticing people, waving and pointing, servants leading us down a roped off carpet to the opposite side. Tables and chairs, booths and stages in that area are roped off, Ducal guards on high alert. It’s the VIP section of the club, and I guess I qualify - first time ever.

As we enter the Duchess whispers again.

"You have 30 minutes to mingle in here before the dancing starts. Marylou will be your guide. Be nice, she's in a mood." She pats my arm, then lets go, turns and waves to the masses and enters the VIP area, myself behind her. As I pass the rope and it closes behind me, a hand on my shoulder guides me to a couch half-booth, the Duchess away to the right.

James pushes me at the couch and shoves a drink in my hand.

"Scull it."

I do without thinking, gritty aftertaste making me put my tongue out. Another glass follows, clear.

"Water, for the aftertaste."

I down that quick as a waiter comes over, silver tray high. Drinks get laid out on the small table and he departs quickly. James crashes down next to me, Gerald in his own chair. The crowd here stays well away from us, even if we are being watched by hawks. Lots and lots of female hawks.

"What was that? And what the fuck am I in for?" James slaps his leg, hand snapping out towards Gerald. He scowls, pulls out a small coin bag and tosses it at James, deliberatively wide. James snatches out of the air, almost too fast to see.

"Now, now Gerald. Honest bet." He turns to me. "Relaxant for the tension headache that will form in the next hour. Poison immunity that will last the next 6 and water to wash it all down. Nothing like starting the night prepared."

"Like that is it?"

"Meeting of nobles, lords and all other degenerates. All rubbing shoulders and doing deals." James replies. Gerald adds.

"Surprised we're at only one death this year, and Karloff's at that. William is getting old. Or maybe someone scares him now." He's looking straight at me, so I get the right idea.

"Is that it? I'm the distraction?" Gerald nods.

"You get to meet a few of these people. Do the required dancing for an hour or more, then the night is yours to make trouble.

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