by Nayt on Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:36 am
"They're holed up," replied Greiz, growling under his breath, "They're crowded all into one part of the city and the lot of us have no idea where . . ."
Greiz shot a glare to Presmodia, who simply grinned and shrugged his shoulders. Obviously, Presmodia wasn't telling. If anything, that was at least a decent sign of loyalty.
"Which is why getting our hands on that miserable little bastard is important!" Greiz shouted.
This, however, was not a direct answer to Danyr's question. It did, however, provide a bit of insight: they weren't simply scattered about, at least most of them weren't. There weren't nearly enough Ersatzshad to fill a city this large, so they gathered and crowded, with many of them living in the vicinity of the other. It was to be expected that a select few would not stick to a group, such as Hazker, who didn't seem to have any (living) neighbors. Usurii was perhaps the same, if she was as reclusive as Presmodia suggested.
Fortunately, Presmodia had a bit of information to provide on his own. "What do you get when you mix idealism, hypocrisy, and territorialism? Sturm and all of his followers. See, we can't necessarily survive outside of this city for any real length of time. We can leave, sure--but we have to come back; it's like our lives depend on it, even if we can just take a six month vacation from it all--we still have to come back at the end of those six months. Think of it this way: this is our home, and every time we leave, we don't want to be welcomed home by a slew of greasy bastards like Greiz here. We need our benevolent "Master" to live, and what we want is to sever that need, live our own lives. All~ I want to do is sit on the southern beaches of Greoul for the rest of my life, but that's not going to happen--and do you know why?"
Daniel, who had been staring blankly at Presmodia, wholly unable to understand, shook his head. "No, why?"
"Because we're his personal army, and he wants to control his personal army," Presmodia scoffed at the notion, "And it just so happens that none of us ever asked for that."
There was a long pause, during which Presmodia paced a bit.
"Now, let's get to my question," he went from angry back to upbeat and haughty once again.
"Take your question and shove it," spat Greiz.
"Where's Fretznac?"
"What?"
"I said: where. is. Fretznac?" Presmodia lifted his arm--he didn't do anything with it, but Greiz at least knew that Presmodia could still end him with a few thoughts.
Greiz almost laughed. "You restrict yourself to one question, and that's all you have to ask? That's too good. Yeah, Fretznac lives on the north side, just two blocks north from the spire."
"Good," Presmodia waved his hands in relief and turned his back to Greiz, "Looks like it's on the way. Do whatever you want to him, boys, it doesn't matter to me either way."