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His loyalty to Demetrius was only overshadowed by one event, one order that had cast doubt in Mal’s unwavering drive. It had been a revelation to discover that his mentor, Bhaal, a man who’d practically raised him to adulthood had fallen under the spell of the Venatori. It was the one time where Mal had hesitated, his weakness resulting in another injury and his friend's blood on his hands. Bhaal had needed to die, his crimes too heinous, there was no way he could live the remainder of his life behind bars yet the order had left a mark, cementing Mal’s position as Deme’s left hand of death.

He did not want Deme’s blood to join the many others staining his hands though. If a cure or treatment could not be found to stall or repair the caveats of the man's fragile mind… Mal wasn’t ready for the alternative.

He rolled his eyes as Deme teased him about the collection. The annals of the Archon went back countless Ages, some scraps even dated to their homelands founding, yet he was reassured his Master knew exactly how to narrow their search. Enjoyable pursuits? I can hardly say mulling around the.. fragrant strangers visiting is an enjoyable experience.

They’d meander further in and as Deme abruptly halted, speaking his mind the Chancellor could only offer a gentle chuckle, nodding, It is a long walk I’ll admit, there’d be no carriage if we were to keep our low profile. I do have a very nice aged brandy in my office, however. His grin broadened as Deme shot him with that look of mischief.

Let us check the desk for Ser Jenkins, then I’ll summon Lady Salvo to gather some ladies to entertain us all before dinner? It was preferable to venturing into the crowded streets. Mal was sure to have a heart attack if they managed to lose the Archon when out.

@Demetrius Arvina