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Firefoot · 08-22-2004, 06:24 AM

Harold had gotten his emotions under control, at least to the point where his face was cold, hard, and expressionless. The undercurrents of the room were tense, though, tense and uneasy. He was still furious, but he had learned through experience that the first step to getting an advantage over someone was to not let them know your feelings and motives.

Harold surveyed his sons. The option of mercenaries they had brought up was an interesting one, if not entirely sound. Mercenaries would fight for money, but a larger sum would just as easily turn them to the other side. They would need someone to keep them on task, someone like his men. He nodded very slightly to himself. That would work well.

“Mercenaries,” he said gruffly. “They might work for part of the plan. They won’t do it on their own. You there.” He swung his head to the six men standing to the other side. They had remained silent before, clearly not wanting to be on the wrong side of his anger. “You will stay at this house and set a trap for Sandrina when she comes, and she will come with others, mark my words. I’ll hire out some mercenaries, and you will be in charge of them. Make sure they hold up their end of the bargain.” Harold didn’t like putting that kind of trust in anyone, but sometimes trust had to be given. He turned back to Arthur and Samuel. “We three are leaving, by tomorrow at the latest. I have no idea when Sandrina will show up here, but I want to be long gone by then.” He noticed that Samuel looked to Arthur before showing his approval. Samuel had always been too soft for Harold’s taste, as much as he had tried to harden him. Harold knew he preferred the nickname Sam, and to Harold this was another sign of his weakness, and insisted on calling him by his given name. Arthur was more to his liking, but he had still failed in what leadership Harold had given him.

Harold supposed that his sons dared not dispute his plan, and if they did Harold would not let them hear the end of it. He ran his cold blue eyes over Samuel and Arthur, daring them to disagree with him.

08-22-2004, 06:24 AM	#12
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Harold had gotten his emotions under control, at least to the point where his face was cold, hard, and expressionless. The undercurrents of the room were tense, though, tense and uneasy. He was still furious, but he had learned through experience that the first step to getting an advantage over someone was to not let them know your feelings and motives. Harold surveyed his sons. The option of mercenaries they had brought up was an interesting one, if not entirely sound. Mercenaries would fight for money, but a larger sum would just as easily turn them to the other side. They would need someone to keep them on task, someone like his men. He nodded very slightly to himself. That would work well. “Mercenaries,” he said gruffly. “They might work for part of the plan. They won’t do it on their own. You there.” He swung his head to the six men standing to the other side. They had remained silent before, clearly not wanting to be on the wrong side of his anger. “You will stay at this house and set a trap for Sandrina when she comes, and she will come with others, mark my words. I’ll hire out some mercenaries, and you will be in charge of them. Make sure they hold up their end of the bargain.” Harold didn’t like putting that kind of trust in anyone, but sometimes trust had to be given. He turned back to Arthur and Samuel. “We three are leaving, by tomorrow at the latest. I have no idea when Sandrina will show up here, but I want to be long gone by then.” He noticed that Samuel looked to Arthur before showing his approval. Samuel had always been too soft for Harold’s taste, as much as he had tried to harden him. Harold knew he preferred the nickname Sam, and to Harold this was another sign of his weakness, and insisted on calling him by his given name. Arthur was more to his liking, but he had still failed in what leadership Harold had given him. Harold supposed that his sons dared not dispute his plan, and if they did Harold would not let them hear the end of it. He ran his cold blue eyes over Samuel and Arthur, daring them to disagree with him. Last edited by Firefoot; 08-22-2004 at 05:05 PM. Reason: Filling Save.