Successful Mission

[Bjorn]

Bjorn snorts faintly, amused.  "Fair enough.  Any questions for me?  Fair is fair."

[Brian]

She looks thoughtful.  "What are you going to do if you actually win?" she asks.

[Bjorn]

"Hold a party?" Bjorn suggests, cocking an eyebrow in amusement.  "That's a rather open-ended question.  Win which, exactly?"

[Brian]

"The Contest," she clarifies.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs.  "I will restart evolution," he says, simply.

[Brian]

She raises an eyebrow at this.  "I liked the idea of the party better," she says.  "But I suppose I can find that in the hall.  Alright.  Take care of yourself, and you know where to find me if you have anything else -- I'll keep an eye out for your assasin.  I'd also appreciate it if you can try and remove some of the suspicion that Lord Kevin has against me, now.  But if not, I'll have more time to hunt down your assasin."  She shrugs.  "Anything else?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs.  "Keep an eye out for spies and the like," he says.  "If nothing else, that'll be the easiest way to get Kevin to stop suspecting you.  His eyes narrow in thought.  "Do you speak English?  That's  probably a relatively safe code, under the circumstances, if we need to get messages to each other.  Other than that..." he shrugs, and extends a hand to offer a handshake.  "I'd say we have an understanding."

[Brian]

"Very well, then," she says, accepting your handshake.  Her hands are pretty small, but then again, so is she.

[Bjorn]

Releasing her hands, Bjorn nods.  "All right, then.  I'm going to go have a word with Master Durant, and then some sleep."  He grins crookedly.  "Try not to get in too much trouble."

With a slight bow, he turns, and begins making his way back to the Keep.  And as he does so, he runs mental fingers across his recently re-summoned mindboard, looking for the Lindsey-smudge.

[Brian]

You now have a Lindsey smudge on your mind-board ... how useful.  Inside the keep, you're quickly directed to the main hall, and from there, you can find Durant.  He's currently sitting to one side and nursing a mug of some drink, watching someone on the stage tell a story about seven stars that fell from the heavens.

The room is pretty full, and fairly noisy.  There's empty seats here and there, but none close together.  A few people glance at you when you come in, but you don't make any proclomations or anything, so they quickly turn their attention back to the story already in progress.

[Bjorn]

Gotcha, Bjorn thinks, looking at the mindboard, before putting it away and letting his combat senses and knowledge of this world fill its place.  Might only get to use it once, so better make the most of it.

"Master Durant," Bjorn says, respectfully, from just behind Durant's shoulder.  "Might I speak with you for a moment?"

[Brian]

"Huh?" he says, blinking at you and looking up.  "Oh, yeah.  Sure."  He gets up from his seat.  "Where to?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn studies the room.  "This will do, I think."  He takes a seat next to Durant, and says, in a soft voice meant not to carry beyond his ears, "Pax is here."

[Brian]

He blinks at this a few times, and then nods.  "Yeah, I know," he says, looking at you kind of out of the corner of his eyes.  "You just found out?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn's eyes narrow.  "I knew they were likely to be here," he says, flatly, keeping his voice low with an effort. "I did not know who they were, or exactly where they were.  Are you saying you did?"