Noth continued to question exactly what manner of assistance might be gained from working with the seer. Obviously, he was capable of reading people, and becoming acutely aware of their desires and thoughts, but outside of an interrogational setting, that talent was sorely unnecessary. Admittedly, they had no chief interrogator among their number, and so the idea wasn’t completely tossed out, but it was certainly pushed into the back of his mind.
No, there simply had to be something else that could be offered by the man, some boon that could be granted by working with him. This simple question bounced around in the hybrid’s mind as he listened to the man respond to his series of questions. He was named Patrick, and he spoke of having come from a place where ale flew freely. A couple of instant guesses as to his birthplace arose, and he instantly questioned whether or not his potential ally was an alcoholic. He had met a number of drunkards throughout his short time upon Idalos, and he had determined that they were absolutely dreadful workmates, as well as utterly useless.
Curiosity began to flicker between Noth’s eyes as he observed Patrick’s gaze which had settled upon the Crossroads card upon the table. Did he have a similar reading for himself? Was the reason that he was seeking knowledge as opposed to running in fright because he was laden down with similar burdens? A pair of mules could certainly lift a heavy load far easier than a sole one. Eventually, the cards were all retrieved into their deck, and Patrick began to shuffle through, as if though he was positioning them in a certain order.
Now that he knew so much about the hybrid, it would be easy to draw a pre-planned card and then to interpret it so that it fit Noth, and he immediately became wary of such a ploy. Even if it was blatantly correct, the Avriel knew that it would have been planted there, and that would utterly ruin any credibility that the seer had thus gained in his crimson eyes.
He proceeded to draw forth a card, and the hybrid prepared himself to sigh and then to proceed to bash the seer’s head into the nearest wall. If he was simply going to lie about things, then he was of no use to Noth, after all, he had enough problems with just Ynush being deceptive. It was foolish to invite backstabbers and deceitful persons into one’s camp, even if they may have seemed fitting at first glance. The Al’Angyryl were murderers, and generally ferocious and cruel, but that did not mean that they needed to close ranks with those who would rather flee from battle than assist their ally, or who would rather accept a bribe than become disciplined.
They may have all been criminals, but the only acceptable recruits held to the motto of “Honor among thieves” or; as the case would be, among fellow soldiers.
Nevertheless, it could be quite useful to keep around a couple of individuals who specialized in such deceptive practices, because they generally made for excellent spies. Wars were often won based on who had more information about their opponent, and thus there was a certain tactical advantage inherent in having more agents than an enemy.
Patrick mentioned that they were both chasing after a similar goal, but doing so in different ways. Noth half expected him to begin to preach about works of charity, and how that if he simply fed a single fatherless child, than his donation would allow for a better world. The hybrid knew that was false, knew that it was not enough. The world would only have peace when the Immortals and the haughty rulers of prideful kingdoms had fallen underfoot and been trampled.
“I would require further details before I determined anything, Patrick.” He spoke smoothly, gesticulating with his hand in a motion which conveyed a desire to hear more of the proposal.
It is his intention to eventually build a vast network of spies/informants he can rely on, so that he can manipulate the politics and such of other cities from afar.
