Without taking a seat, the hacker indulged the elderly man with the story. It was the second time he had told it in two days, and he felt like he was making it more and more exciting every time. In the story he told he fought off three men with his bare hands while Travis took out another two without breaking a sweat. Of course the truth had been quite different, pitting the man and his lost companion against odds that he had not wanted to face. Had it not been for clever guile and a tactfully sound mind the two of them would have been buried next to the mill that had been illegally created in the first place. “And so we came here, and have not received even close the compensation that I thought we’d get.”
Ethan finished with a sly smirk and a nod. Money was the heart that pounded and made the world go round, much less boosted the economy and worked in the favor of any nations engaged in trade. He wanted a proper reward, no small sack of meaningless gold good for only a night or two at some slum of an inn. He slowly stroked the back of the couch as he moved around it and closer to the Baron. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful, of course.”
“No need to be overly cautious,” the man said as he slowly shifted his way into the room. He turned his blank expression from Ethan to Miehm and back. “It seems that you have been through quite a bit since coming to our normally pleasant little island. Often the adventures and intrigues that come to find visitors are harmless and rather pleasing to those not accustomed to Althanas’ interesting ways.”
Lars stopped his approach suddenly. The man had said not accustomed the ‘Althanas’ ways, not Scara Brae, or any other country. It sounded like he was reciting words as if they were coming from someone else’s, something pre-recorded. Though spoken in a soft way, they were empty words coming from an empty mind. The fear that gripped the hacker though, more than anything, was the words that were being said more so than the way they were spoken. “Althanas’ interesting ways?” Lars questioned as he let his arm hang to either side of him. The mechanical sheaths up either arm were loaded and full, waiting to be used. “Don’t you mean the ways of Scara Brae?”
“Colin, you tend to get in over your head far too quickly.” Colin, it was the second time in less than twenty four hours that the man had heard his real name. The Baron closed his eyes and smiled, saying no more. Ethan, on the other hand, could feel the very real grasp of the administration of Althanas closing around him. In the inn, when Travis and he had first arrived at the town, the dark man with the empty eyes had said his name. It was that same voice that he felt behind the Baron’s words. “We come; we come, day or night. The wheel spins and you are a broken spoke, slowing it all down and eventually going to make it all break.”
“Come out and put your puppet away,” Lars spat through clenched teeth. The Baron was being used, like a marionette he was the main actor in a show where he had no control over what he did. Strings were connected to mind and body, created by magic from the sick man. His every thought and whim was transmitted through his toy Baron. “I know that you are probably part of the group… hunting me,” the man continued. He had wanted to say part of the administration, but did not want to have to explain anything to Miehm. “Come out and let me beat the shit out of you.”
“So rude… so blunt…” Through the open door the man stepped out, his wild black eyes empty and dark. In his hand he held a black mace, the head of which was inscribed with the scourges call sign. If Lars could guess anything it was that the man was behind the lack of the queen, and the control of the Baron. For what purpose would an administrator of Althanas, the backbone of the virtual reality community, have for controlling the flow of the island nation though? “Miehm, you were not expected… you spun from another wheel, another world, and your reality is not mine.”