The men sat in Hero’s Gate, naught but a single candle lit. The rafters were shut, the door locked. Everyone had been told to enter through the cellar, earlier in the day, and told to find an unrented room and wait. No eyes were to even see the men anywhere near the tavern all day, though nobody had noticed the small child, hiding. A plot was in the making, although those that were implicated didn’t yet know it.
“He’s gone too far” stated Witten, years of turning a blind eye, overlooking incidents and dealing with random dead bodies pouring out in that one single utterance. Tiredness, frustration, and a desire for change that had finally overtaken any other emotions of caution, fear or even acceptance that the quarter needed Davos Karn.
“He needs to be…made…he needs to be made gone. It’s been on my mind for some time now, years. But the time wasn’t right. But you, you’re all different…you’re…touched by something…the gods perhaps. All of you, I’m asking you to join me. To kill Davos Karn”.
The reaction was explosive. Although no noise was made, it was the atmosphere that was dynamite. Fear, curiosity, greed, excitement, guilt…A sudden shift; unthinkable but moments before, but by merely speaking its possibility, Haraald Witten had broken the spell. It was possible. It wasn’t like he was a god or anything.
One of the party thought carefully to himself. Perhaps it had all been a spell…some kind of charm or enamour.
Theo was the first to object.
“I have family” he said. A simple thing to utter. A dreadful burden to bear in a thing such as this. Especially where Davos Karn was concerned.
“I know” said Witten, “and that’s why you more than anyone must know, he has to go”.
Theo was about to interject, but Witten held up his hand.
“Theo. The fire. Gustus paid Theodore to burn down your gym. Didn’t you think that was a bit extreme? Yes he’s got a thing against you, but someone could have been killed there. You really think he had the stones or the brains? It was Davos. Davos orchestrated it all. He told Gustus to hire Theodore, so he had premise to move on Theodore. You’ve been played Theo, and your livelihood, and your family, were the pieces”.
The room went deadly silent. Outside, a pigeon cawed.