Guild Wars_ Ghosts of Ascalon - Matt Forbeck [31]
Almorra poured the wine into four goblets and offered one to each guest. Then she raised her glass and said, “Death and despair to the dragons and their minions!”
“Death and despair!” repeated Riona. Dougal and Killeen looked at each other, said nothing, but raised their glasses in response. Dougal sipped his wine. The charr was right: it was a good vintage.
“A pity we could not meet in Vigil Keep, north of the city,” said Almorra, seating herself on a wide bench of the type preferred by the charr. “It is a proper and more secure place for such discussions, but when Crusader Riona’s message arrived that she had located you, I thought it best to meet here. Still, the Vigil appreciates your efforts on our behalf.”
“I have made no real effort so far,” said Dougal, shrugging. “And I will make none until I understand what exactly you want. I have agreed to come here and talk, nothing more.”
Almorra looked sharply at Riona, her four ears flattening slightly. “You did not tell him?”
Riona looked almost abashed. “I thought it best if he were briefed once we arrived. It was difficult enough getting him here.”
Almorra let out a noise halfway between a purr and grunt and said, “What do you know of our organization?”
Killeen said abruptly, “The Vigil is a group made up of members from many races, nations, and guilds. They are dedicated to resisting the depredations of the Elder Dragons by force of arms.” Riona scowled at her interruption, but Killeen ignored her.
General Soulkeeper nodded. “We have a number of your people in our organization, including my second-in-command. Your knowledge is always appreciated.”
“You want to fight dragons,” said Dougal.
Almorra nodded.
“But you don’t want me to fight dragons. So I’ve been told.” He motioned to Riona, and Almorra nodded again.
“You’ve been to Ascalon City,” said the general.
“So people keep reminding me,” said Dougal. “What do you want that’s in Ascalon City?”
“We seek the Claw of the Khan-Ur,” said Almorra simply. She took a long sip of her wine and let the silence in the room draw out.
Finally Dougal said, “You’re completely mad, you know.”
“Others have suggested that,” said Almorra. “Most of them have been charr.” There was a mild sense of menace in her words that Dougal always heard from the charr, intended or not.
“Why would you want the Claw?” he asked.
“I’m sorry,” said Killeen. “This one I don’t know. What is the Claw of the Khan-Ur?”
Riona looked into her goblet. “A legendary weapon, highly valued by the charr legions. It is an ungue, a four-bladed weapon with a central grip. Two blades jut forward, two blades backwards.”
“More importantly,” said Almorra, “the Khan-Ur was, in ancient times, the ruler of all the charr legions: Iron, Ash, Blood, and Flame. The Claw was a symbol of unity among the charr, the last time the legions were fully united. It was lost in Ascalon City.”
“In the Foefire,” said Dougal.
“We have reason to believe that it is still there,” said the general.
Dougal looked at Riona, who from her uncertain expression fully expected Dougal to leap to his feet and try to find the nearest exit. Instead he remained seated and said, “Why do the Vigil want a charr artifact?”
“We don’t,” said Almorra. “Your human queen wants it.”
“Very well,” said Dougal, feeling as though he were being lectured by an asura, “why does Queen Jennah want it?”
“She wants to give it back to the charr,” said Almorra, and Dougal shot a glance at Riona. She said nothing but was scowling.
Dougal shook his head and said, “Obviously I missed a step here.”
General Soulkeeper leaned forward and put her paws on the table. “Your people and mine, we have been fighting for how long?”
“Since the Searing,” said Dougal.
“Longer,” said Almorra. “When man first came to Tyria, the charr were here. All its lands were our hunting grounds, all its creatures our prey. Your people drove us northward to found their kingdoms, and resisted us when we rightfully sought to regain our lands.” Riona stiffened at Almorra’s words but said nothing.