"Dougal Keane, Killeen born of the Cycle of Night," said Riona smoothly. "May I present General Almorra Soulkeeper, founder of the Vigil."
The amazing Dougal Keane. Your reputation precedes you." General Almorra Soulkeeper thumped a fist over her heart, charr-style, and then extended a paw. Dougal could feel a cold trickle of sweat drip down his back as he gripped the charr's firm, strong hand, which wrapped around his own, the nubs of her sheathed claws grazing the back of it. The general gestured to the chairs opposite the broad table. The two humans and the sylvari took their seats and the charr lifted a ewer. "Wine? This is a good vintage from the Almuten estate."
Killeen said, "Thank you." Dougal said, "I may need the drink." Riona said nothing but nodded respectfully. Dougal was amazed by her sudden change in attitude from the violent warrior of an hour before.
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. Again, the sense of challenge was in the charr general's voice.
"Since then there have been victories and reverses for both sides," she continued. "The human nations are now gone from east of the Shiverpeaks, with the exception of the fortress city of Ebonhawke, which has been besieged for generations."
"A siege that has so far failed, I should note," said Dougal, feeling he had to speak up for his original home.
"And the conflicts between charr and man have blown hot and cold for generations. But now there stands a chance for peace," said Almorra.
"I find that hard to believe," said Dougal.
"Both sides are tired," said Almorra. "And both sides have other worries in their lives. The humans have been driven back on numerous fronts, almost to the gates of Divinity's Reach itself. You are plagued by marauding centaurs and human brigands.
"Similarly," the general went on, "three of the charr legions stand united: Blood, Iron, and Ash. The fourth, the Flame Legion, which once commanded the other three, stands against us. And the ogres have come down from the Blazeridge Mountains, seeking land for their herds."
"And Ascalon is haunted," added Dougal.
"And Ascalon is haunted," agreed Almorra. "The legacy of the Foefire."
"So, how does the Claw fit in?" said Dougal.
"A peace faction has grown among the charr," said Almorra, then stopped. "Perhaps I give my people too much credit. Call it a truce faction. They seek to end the hostilities with Ebonhawke, so that they may better deal with the Flame Legion and other matters."
"And the humans, as you've noticed," said Riona flatly, "have other foes as well."
"The Vigil has been acting as go-betweens," said Almorra. "We have human agents in Divinity's Reach and charr crusaders in the Black Citadel. The discussions have been extremely secretive to date. There are humans-and charr-who would reject out of hand any attempt at peace and ban our order for promoting it."
The charr general leaned forward again. "The discussions have gotten to the point that the charr legions have agreed to open formal negotiations, combined with a cessation of hostilities. But they want a sign of good faith from the humans."
"The Claw," said Dougal.
"The Claw," said General Soulkeeper.
"What is in all this for you?" asked Dougal.
"The Elder Dragons," said Killeen, and Dougal looked at her. She had been listening intently throughout the discussion. "If the humans and charr can stop fighting, you hope they can turn their armies against Zhaitan, Kralkatorrik, and the others."
Riona nodded curtly, and Almorra said, "The sylvari have a talent for cutting to the heart of the matter."
"Do the legions know the Claw is in Ascalon City?" said Dougal.
"They suspect," said the general. "But those who have attempted to find it have never come back out. You did."
"I was lucky," said Dougal, more to himself than anyone else.
"We could use that luck again," said Almorra.
There was a long silence in the room. At last Dougal said, "You are completely mad."
"The world is mad," General Soulkeeper observed. "We merely have to deal with it."