Kegan picked at the rest of his meal, but the smells coming from the pot that Sariah was working made him almost lose what he had already eaten. “The bouquet is going to take days to leave my shop,” he said. Sariah ignored him, adding more of the very specific green slime they had retrieved from the lake. “I think I saw my neighbors boarding up their windows when they saw that scent leaving my shop.”
Sariah looked up at him with an exasperated glare. “You can’t see smells,” she said.
“I can see this one,” he responded, waving around at the light yellowish haze the clung mostly to the ceiling.
Sariah turned back to the pot. “Okay, you might have a point, but just wave a hand and make it disappear,” she said.
Kegan put his leftovers in the trash. The food was beginning to taste like the smell. “Magic can’t do everything,” he said.
Sariah added some more iodine. “That’s not what you used to tell me,” she said. “Everything was possible with magic. We should just stop doing everything else and concentrate on developing our magical gifts.” She put the iodine bottle down and stretched her back. “Don’t you have a table at a decent height?”
“I’m half fairy, remember?” Kegan said.
Sariah dipped a piece of copper wire into the solution. “I thought we weren’t supposed to talk about that,” she said.
Kegan watched as a greenish gas was released. That gas seemed to do a war with the yellow gas, upping the stinkyness to a whole new level. Kegan muttered under his breath and pushed with his will, moving the noxious gasses out the open window.
Sariah smiled without looking up from her pot. “See, that didn’t hurt. Magic can solve anything, just like you said.”
“You know full well that magic burns,” Kegan said. “I hate feeling my insides burn.”
“You’re used to it,” Sariah said. “Besides, that didn’t burn much.”
Just then Asopt’s voice called from outside. “Man you guys reek. I’ll come back later.”
“Get your questioning arse in here,” Kegan yelled. “Or I’ll turn you into a toad.”
“A toad?” asked Sariah.
“Well, it was better than something profane.” said Kegan.
“Not really,” she said. A pinch of dark powder entered the pot and Sariah began to smile. “There, that’s finished. Now all I need to do is inject it into him at some point and make it look like something else accidental happened. His spirit won’t even know what happened.”
“Well you better be thinking really creatively,” Asopt said as he entered the room. “Your mark has gotten himself walled into his compound. Seems he fears he is a target for assassination. He has used royal funds to hire a ton of extra security, including a couple of Kegan’s buddies.”
“Not all magic users are my buddies,” Kegan fired back. “Besides almost everyone in this city are hacks. There is nothing to worry about, Sariah.”
“Greggorin and Helfin are hacks?” asked Asopt.
“He paid to have both of them?” asked Kegan. “Damn. Sariah you have lots to worry about.”
Asopt continued, “Not only that, but rumor has it he has a necromancer lying in wait, just in case.”
Sariah carefully poured out the powder from the bowl into a small metal box that had seen plenty of use in the past. She carefully scooped every grain out then slowly closed the box so the shifting air of the closing lid didn’t disrupt the grains inside. Once the lid was secured she looked back at Asopt. “There, that’s enough poison to take out half the town guard. Oh, and you’re lying through your teeth about that necromancer,” she said.
Asopt spread his hands out wide. “It’s what I heard. I can not confirm or deny.”
Sariah shook her head. “Too few of those around in the three kingdoms, much less the free lands. Unless things have changed that much since I retired there wouldn’t be a necromancer.”
Asopt smiled. “I agree. I checked into it a bit, and no one has heard or seen anything, but I thought you should know, just in case. I wouldn’t want you to be surprised.” With that Asopt turned on his heel and began to leave the room.
“Where are you going?” asked Sariah. “Don’t you want a part of this?”
Asopt stopped, but did not turn around. “You made it abundantly clear that you didn’t need my help other than the information you requested. I have decided to honor your request.” With that he continued out of the room.
Kegan spoke up. “What about those schedules and staff lists?”
“I left them on the table out here,” came Asopt’s voice from the other room, just before they heard him go through the outside door.
“Well are you going to go after him?” asked Kegan. “He is a part of this crew.”
“I never wanted him in the first place,” said Sariah. “You were the one who dragged him in. I say we are better off being without him.”
“I don’t know Sariah. A lot has changed since you retired,” Kegan said.
“Not that much,” replied Sariah. “Let’s go plan an accident.”