The Thieves Guild
by Jake Kerr.
Chapter Two,
Karch.
Karch squeezed the robe in his fist until his knuckles turned as white as the material.
He didn't enjoy being the second-most important person in one of several powerful guilds
in Ness. He wanted to be the second-most powerful person in the most
powerful guild.
And someday, the most powerful man, period.
It was a timeline and plan he had helped nurture for years, and yet now
Lassen's irresponsible and maddening little brother was about to ruin everything.
Raylan.
If it had been up to Karch, the disrespectful whelp would have been banished years
earlier. He flaunted his lack of gild as if it was due to his rebelliousness
and not his ineptitude. He insulted Karch regularly, knowing that his
brother would protect him.
And perhaps worse than anything, he was constantly causing problems, for he and Lassen's
intricately laid plans.
This was just one more example of that.
Karch scowled. This mischief would be the last.
He knocked on the polished wooden door with his free hand.
He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the brass plate that said "Lassen
Miller, Guildmaster Merchant."
Karch softened his features. When it came to Lassen's brother, he had to take
care not to be too aggressive or insulting.
"Come in,"
came the tired voice of his guildmaster.
Karch turned the knob with his left hand while he slid the stained robe in his right hand behind his
back.
He entered, closed the door, and approached, both his hands behind him.
He bowed his head. "Guildmaster. I'm afraid we have a new problem with the Knight Guild." He
looked up just as Lassen dropped his head against his hand, rubbing his temples with his
fingers. "Will this never end? What do they want now? More money?
Does Sachs want me to apprentice more of his relatives?
Do they want me to pay for the masons to build their tower higher?"
Lassen slammed his fist to the table. "I'm still dealing with Pietro's death.
I swear, Karch, this has to end. Doesn't Sachs know we haven't yet eliminated the Harvest Guild?
I'm just trying to avoid strikes or, gods forbid, bloodshed." Karch did his best not to
smile. He had arranged everything so perfectly.
He paid the bribes, apprenticed the right children, gave the right gifts, that he didn't
have to worry about any other complications than the one in his right hand, and that
complication was about to be removed.
"Sir, this is an entirely different kind of problem." He brought his hand forward and laid the
robe on Lassen's desk. A reddish-brown stain marred the pure white of the
rest of the robe. "Your brother insulted the Knight Guild by tossing a
tomato at a member of the White Guard while he was on duty." Karch shook his head in an
attempt to display a shocked sadness. Lassen grabbed the robe and examined the stain.
He looked up at Karch. "Are they positive it was Raylan?" "Indeed, sir.
The knight saw him clearly in the midst of a field at the base of the north wall.
He had presumably been practicing his throws for the Founder's Day Parade."
Karch shrugged. "I'm sure he meant no harm."
Lassen's face turned red. His temper was famous across the city, and
Karch had said the perfect thing to set it off. "'Meant no harm'?
I've told him again and again that he had to stop these insults to my position as guildmaster and to the
reputation of his own family."
Lassen started to drum his hand on his desk as his voice increased in volume.
"I've had to protect Raylan from every guildmaster in the city over his continued
misbehavior, and this is how he thanks me, by assaulting the guards who defend our
walls."
Karch leaned forward. "Not to mention, Guildmaster, that he has offended the one guild that could
cause problems for your plan to merge the Merchant and Harvest Guilds."
Lassen's eyes opened a bit wider. "My patience is at an end, Karch." He grabbed
the robe and threw it at him. "Find my brother and bring him here.
My days of protecting him are over. We'll deliver him to Sachs and let the knights take care of him." The
moment came for Karch to spring his trap.
He would finally be able to rid himself of the impertinent Raylan.
Karch almost couldn't restrain his smile as he considered Raylan living the rest of his
life in degradation and isolation. And the beauty was that it brought his
entire plan together. Raylan would no longer be an issue, and the last
potential stumbling block to their plan to control Ness would be removed.
"Guildmaster."
Karch began to fold the robe. "I'm afraid just giving Raylan to the knights will only anger him.
They won't hold him for very long for such a minor offense, and when they let him go, he will be even more
uncontrollable."
Karch looked at Lassen and was pleased to see him listening intently, his hands spread on the
table. "I have a plan that I think will solve two of your problems at once." Lassen
leaned back, his face emotionless. "I'm listening."