Kesk sat behind his desk in his study. The desk was cleared of all paperwork and quills he usually had at the ready when working. He was a dark figure, in black robes with golden trims made of the finest silks. His right hand he had resting on the table, his fingers drumming against the desk, while the other laid on his lap. In front of him was the leader of the hunters he sent after Felix. Still angry for letting him slip through his fingers like he did months ago, rescued by an unknown party, he was not satisfied with the report he was receiving. A mighty frown upon his face as he learned that Felix had slipped past him once again. This time abducted by an unknown party. He clenched his right hand in to a fist in fury as he asked.
'‘Who were these people?..’'
Nervous, and unsure if this news would please his master, or anger him further, the hunter attempted to swallow his stress, and reply in confidence.
’‘We captured one of the men that abducted Felix, my master.’’ he said trembling, and with a bow of his head. He continued. '‘The man was of no nation we encountered before. They seem technologically adept as we are, though militaristically far superior to us…’'
Kesh raised an eyebrow to this news, but remained silent. The hunter continued.
’‘We had issues communicating with the prisoner at first, but after we… ‘‘established’’ a mutual understanding, he broke, and revealed that he and his people are Kavehan.’’
Kesh’s face lost all emotion upon hearing those words. He was questioning if such a thing is even possible, he was sure that Kaveh was lost to history. Or what if this hunter was making excuses, what if he never found him, and is making up stories in which it would be impossible to reach Felix.
Kesh supported himself with both his arms on the desk as he rose from his seat.
’‘Guards!!’’ he yelled, and from just outside the door, two Asmodae in full black dragon body armour with a large shield and spear each, stepped through simultaneously, each from their own flank, and stood to tower over the hunter. The hunter, trained since little to subdue all emotion and maintain a professional appearance during his time amongst the Samurai, continued to hide his nerves skilfully.
Kesh spoke in his grim tone.
’‘You are the best of my hunters… your loyalty to me has been unquestionable since the day you began to serve me.’’ he began as he slowly made his way around his desk, supporting himself upon it with one hand as he did so, still recovering from the wounds Felix bestowed upon him. ‘‘Right?’’ he then asked abruptly.
The hunter, bowing his head and looking at the floor in a show of respect, and to avoid eye contact, replied in between shallow breaths.
’‘My master, of course. You honor me with your words, i…’'
Kesh interrupts him.
’‘There is no reason for me to suspect that you are LYING to me, is there? Due to your… failure to bring me his head?’’
’‘NO! My master. I would never…’’ the hunter exclaimed, and got cut off again as Kesh reached for his walking stick which he had leaning against the wall and began to approach.
’‘Then you have no issue venturing to Kaveh to find him, then?’’ Kesh asked, almost as if jesting.
The hunter did not reply, only nodded, determined to bring his master what he asked for.
Kesh reaches the hunter, and puts his right hand on his shoulder.
’‘You have never failed me. And you haven’t failed me this time, not yet. I will give you yet another chance to find Felix, END him, and bring me proof of the deed. You will go to Kaveh under the cover of merchants and scholars. Make sure he doesn’t escape the 3rd time…’’
Kesh then took his leave out the door under the escort of his two guards. He had an appointment with a private therapist who was helping him recover. The hunter, meanwhile, had much to consider, and much to do.