Mikmek loiters in the hallways of the castle, enjoying the vague looks of fear that many of the human servants direct his way. The little kobold pats his stomach, remembering the moonradish pie extorted from the baker earlier in the day.
Assassin is good job, nice to be part of Royal family. Not really like being related to Faisal Blahblah bin Yaddayadda al-Stupido von Pompoushead. But still good. More interesting to be Spymaster, but [urp…] better benefits to Royalty.
The sound of booted feet hurrying up the hallway causes the kobold to instinctively blend into the shadows. Within seconds, the large man known as Sigmar strides by, the weakling General Carson trailing in his wake.
“But, did Duke Faisal say what he needed to see me about?” Mikmek admires the little man’s ability to snivel. “Can’t you give me some idea?”
“His Grace will inform you when we arrive, your lordship”, growls Sigmar, his contempt for the small man dripping from the title.
As the men pass, Mikmek slips along behind them, staying in the shadows.
This look too important for Royal Assassin to miss. Duke Blahblah would want Mikmek to see.
As the men reach the Duke’s chambers, the General’s step slows. Sigmar holds the door open as Carson becomes more like a terrified pup with each step. Mikmek growls in annoyance as the door closes before he can get an opportunity to slip inside unnoticed.
Important meeting. They should not miss Mikmek’s wisdom. But how to get in…?
The assassin contemplates the situation for a few minutes, considering the layout of the castle. Slipping into various chambers was simple, and an important part of his job. But doing so with the Duke present Sigmar standing outside would be much more tricky. Humans often did not understand how much they needed the kobold’s assistance with difficult decisions.
A plan forming, the kobold is halfway through the nearby window when the chamber door opens again. Dropping down to hang from the ledge, Mikmek peers over to see Carson backing out of the door, bowing obsequiously. The man’s face is as white as a newly hatched grub and the sweat drips from his balding head. Sigmar steps inside the room and the door slams. The general stands and wipes some of the perspiration from his brow, before turning to scuttle up the hallway.
Mikmek abandons his cunning infiltration plan and climbs down from the window, making his way back to the kitchens to look for more pie.
Mikmek wonder if this mean sweaty man no longer buy love potions from cousin Cumek?