Tiberius steps out of the Rathaus, the Town Hall, with several other men who had, like him, tried to get permission to leave town. He finds the square almost empty, except for a few stragglers. Some who had been injured are being loaded onto two carts, but that business is nearly finished and the carts ready to leave the square.
Tiberius finds Karl waiting for him. "My friend," says Karl. "Did you have any luck in escaping the walls of our fair town?"
Tiberius views Karl with some suspicion. "No. No one can leave until tomorrow." He gestures at the injured men loaded in the carts. "Is this what you had in mind, when you went about whatever it is you're doing? Civil disorder, crazed mobs, martial law?"
ReplyDeleteKarl chuckles.
ReplyDelete"Is that so bad? The merchants are off-balance, the measures being taken do nothing for their business, and our plan is fully in place."
"Sounds like you've got it all figured out. So, what do you need us for?" Tiberius still sounds skeptical.
ReplyDeleteKarl will stare uncomfortably long at you.
ReplyDelete"Perhaps we don't." He'll tilt his head. "Good luck."
Whereupon he will begin to walk away.
"That's it?" Tiberius follows doggedly after the man. "How does your plan even keep the tragedy of the innkeeper from repeating? It seems to me that you're only making things worse."
ReplyDelete(OCC: Quote: "That's it?"
ReplyDeleteIf you are going to take an accusing position against the man, you can hardly expect that, on the eve of his plan, that he will see you as anything but an enemy)
Karl will answer: "You think in such flawed terms, magician. Good. Bad. We do not make means to bring about happiness for innkeepers and the rabbling crowd. We will clean Dachau of the poison that possesses it, by amputation if need be."
(OOC: Aye, that's the best I could come up with.)
ReplyDelete"Good, bad, that doesn't matter to me. But who will pick up the pieces after you've spread your chaos? What comes after your day of judgment?"
Karl waves his hand, indicating that is of no interest to him. "What, do you fear change?"
ReplyDelete"I do not fear change, but disorder. If you cut the purse strings, how will this town survive? Who will pay for the food? Who will pay the guards? Will you cut them free to feed on the countryside like parasites as brigands?"
ReplyDelete"BAH!" cries Karl, turning on his heel. "I don't talk to Old Women!"
ReplyDelete"Wait!" Tiberius follows after Karl. "If change must come, why can it not come in another way?"
ReplyDelete(OOC: Hmm. I'm going to be out for a few hours as I try to figure something out at work. So, if I don't reply, that's why.)
ReplyDeleteKarl will avoid you, refusing to talk any further to you.
ReplyDelete(OCC: No problem. Today's been a bit crazy anyway)
Tiberius will go his own way, back to the gasthaus to meet with Anshelm.
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