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chapter-487

When Argrave touched the Ravenstone where the Alchemist was held, he received no response. That was even more terrifying than barbed words of hatred, and he vaguely feared the next time he would let the raven out of the stone, so to speak. He felt there might be a reckoning in store for using him as a verbal punching bag before thousands.

Therapont, though he had poised himself in opposition to Argrave’s proposal, proved a very hospitable host. Perhaps that was the true reason Alexius had left Argrave and Melanie in his charge. Upon request, the dwarven senator obliged Argrave and gave them a tour of his home. Whether it was his mushroom gardens or his personal study, he showed all of it. This proved to be very contrary to his interests, as when they were finally free of both Therapont’s escorts and the guards assigned by the senate… Melanie could open a portal anywhere in his home, as she had walked through there.

And Therapont, as a hugely influential diamond-wreathed senator, could be the key they needed to break this dwarven puzzle box.

“Yeah, I can hear him,” Melanie told Argrave, standing in this cramped dwarven guest bedroom while he sat on the bed. If Argrave stood, he had to bend his neck slightly to avoid bumping into something. “They took some paranoid measures to keep your hearing out, but I can just make a portal and listen in fine. I think he’s getting some people together to discuss this debate’s strategy.”

“Good. Excellent,” Argrave praised her quickly. “I honestly don’t know how pivotal this debate is going to be, but I want you to listen to everything he’s saying and catch me up when I come back.”

Melanie blinked. “You’re leaving me here?”

“Yeah. I need to find out who precisely this Dario is. I have some suspicions about who it might be, just going off the fact that this person both tried to undermine me and is doing something that a player character commonly does… but I have too little information. I wrote down a little list of people that were advocating for Dario at the meeting. I want to speak to them, with our little dwarven friend’s help—or at the very least, try.”

“Alright. Not very comfortable letting you go out there alone, but I guess you’re not a little kid.” She waved him away. “Well, let me eavesdrop. And be very careful not to make noise when you come back—these portals convey sounds two ways, you know.”

Argrave pointed at her in confirmation as he ducked very low through the door. On the other side, there was a familiar face waiting for him.

“King Argrave…!” greeted Anestis in surprise. “One of our employees said you wished to speak with me. Why in the blazes are you here, sir? Your nation, your country—”

“Can manage without me.” Argrave hushed him with a raised finger as he shut the door to their room behind him. “Forget me—I’m glad you came. Trifon is helpful, yes, but I had something else in mind. Glad I could find you here, of all places.”

“Did you forget Therapont is my father?” He looked down the hallway, where the senate guards stood, but turned back to Argrave. “I told him everything in some hope that he might be your advocate here. Instead… I was just fueling his opposition.” He leaned in close, and Argrave crouched lower to accommodate the shorter man. “My father intends to use your personal character as the crux for much of his arguments. And I’m afraid I told him much, both sordid and superb.”

Argrave considered that in silence for a few moments, then shrugged. “You meant well. But seeing as you’re so grief-stricken, perhaps you can make it up to me. Dario—I need to learn all I can about him, while hopefully dissuading some of the opposition. If you’re a senator’s son, you hopefully have a senator’s connections.”

Anestis bit at his lips and cast glances up at Argrave. “I’m afraid I was more the black sheep of the family than anything, even if I did learn a thing or two… what did you need to get done?”

“Nothing more than an audience.” Argrave smiled.