"And these targets," the Faceless prompted, "which gave External Revenue's people trouble and then gave you such trouble… describe them."
"Well," Enforcement replied, "one was a red-haired woman, the other was a-" Enforcement paused as he realized his description was about to match the one given of the pair who'd interfered with Gateside's hit on Jamal,*-urn, it was a lizardman, carrying a staff."
"I see," said the Faceless calmly. "And you did not think this was an important enough matter to bring to our attention?"
"I hesitated to broach the matter, since External Revenue did not include the pair in her report," Enforcement explained.
The Night Master who managed External Revenue spun in her seat and gave Enforcement a hard glare. Despite her mask, it was clear that she gave her companion a warning.
"External Revenue," the Faceless said, "Enforcement chose not to mention this pair in deference to your silence. Why didn't you bring them to our attention?"
External Revenue rose to her feet, "It is not uncommon for out-of-towners, especially of the adventuring sort, to resist the import agents. Once an elimination is called for, the victims' revenue becomes the purview of Enforcement. I left it for him to report the pair. I was unaware that the Enforcement people had mishandled the contract." Here she shot a stern glance at her comrade.
"That Enforcement's people did not succeed seems to indicate they were more cocky than competent."
The Faceless motioned for External Revenue to be seated. He sat back and addressed the whole assembly. "Well, there are a number of swordswomen in Westgate, some with red hair, but not, I think, more than one who travels in the company of a lizardman. Here we have a pair of adventurers making trouble for three separate departments, yet not one department reported on the pair, even though they cost us revenue, shamed us, and interfered with our plans. Just coincidence, you may think. Well, such coincidences interfere with the smooth working of our operation. We live by fear and intimidation, by making individuals perform our bidding out of consideration of the consequences. When an operation fails, when it publicly fails, then we lose our effectiveness, and we pay the price in revenue. Enforcement, I trust you have plans to avenge this humiliation. Where are the swordswoman and lizardman now?
"We, uh, don't know," Enforcement said, visibly nervous. "She seems to elude all our eyes." "Even the magical ones?" the Faceless pressed.
"Even the magical ones." Enforcement took a deep breath. "Especially the magical ones. We think she may have fled the city."
"That's highly unlikely," the Faceless countered. "Since they've outmaneuvered us three out of three times, they can hardly feel threatened by us. I fear we must make an example of them."
"But if my men cannot find them," Enforcement argued, "how can we-"
"I said we out of courtesy," the Faceless interrupted. "This is a matter for my own personal agents, not lesser merchants who play at the games of their betters." There was silence around the table, and a few faces reddened with embarrassment. "I'll determine what is to be done about the out-of-towners by our next meeting. As for the quality or lack thereof of certain reports this evening-"
Gateside, External Revenue, and Enforcement all held their breaths.
"Should there be any more glaring omissions in future reports, there will have to be changes in the ranks," the Faceless threatened. "As for the failure to subdue two unknown outsiders, that could happen to anyone. You, though, Gateside, were assigned to take care of Jamal the Thespian, a simple, little actress with no extraordinary strengths. You announce she is marked, then fail to confirm her demise, and finally simply presume she's expired according to your wishes. Now that she is forewarned, I will have to assign my own agents to handle her. Because of your carelessness and the subsequent inconvenience to me, you will sacrifice half your share of income this month."
Gateside opened his mouth to protest, but caught himself. After a long, brittle moment, he nodded his head in. compliance. "The meeting is adjourned," the Faceless snapped.
The Night Masters rose and filed toward the exit. External Revenue and Enforcement smiled menacingly at one another. Gateside glowered, but the others were careful to avoid making eye contact with him.
The Faceless remained seated as his agents departed. Each Night Master took a smoky torch from a sconce in the wall and traveled down the tunnel leading away from the meeting chamber. No one spoke, even in the tunnel, for fear that the Faceless would overhear.
The Faceless rose and paced across the dais. When the sound of footfalls ceased from down the tunnel, the Night Mask lord pushed a panel in the rear of his throne. Behind the throne a section of stone slid back silently, revealing a secret passageway carved through the bedrock.
The Faceless picked up a torch and strode down the passage as the secret door slid closed behind him. He stopped after fifty paces, just before the passage opened into a great underground sewer. Dark water swirled below, and something just beneath the surface made a wake, which splashed up the sides of the sewer. The Faceless drew out a small ivory ball intricately carved with the twisting form of a sea serpent. A gleaming ruby represented the creature's eye. The Faceless pressed on the ruby and stepped out onto the narrow span that crossed the upper regions of the sewer.
On the opposite side of the span, a second, shorter passageway led to a cavern more vast than the meeting room of the Night Masters. Here were stored the Night Masks' treasury and arsenal. The Faceless strode by the piles of riches and weaponry without a glance.
At the far end of the cavern, the Faceless halted before a large pool of water. A fountain identical to those in the squares in the city above splashed on the surface. Stones enchanted with magical light spells had been tossed into the bottom of the pool so the water shone with an eerie green radiance and the light played on the wall with every ripple of the water.
The Faceless bent over the pool and peered within its depths. Something large and shadowed floated suspended between the bottom and the surface. "Misti-narperadnacles Hai Draco," the Faceless whispered.
The large, shadowy thing rose, breaking the water like an island rising from some primordial sea. Water slid down its gleaming white surfaces, dripped from the tips of its horns, poured from two empty eye sockets, then two nasal chambers and finally streamed from between the huge fangs of the great, gaping jawbone. The disembodied skull of the dragon Mistinarperadnacles Hai Draco hovered over the surface of the water. A sickly yellow light spun about in its eye sockets, a light that sprang from the necromantic powers animating the dead monster's remains.
A voice seemed to whisper in the air above the fountain, "What is your will, milord?" The dead dragon's words did not emanate from her remains, but seemed to drift about the room.
"When I first summoned you from your eternal sleep and bound you to my service," the Faceless said, "you told me something of a pair you held responsible for your demise, a lizardman and a red-headed swordswoman."
"It was a saurial, not a lizardman," the dead dragon's voice whispered.
"Do not play games with me, Mistinarperadnacles. Tell me what you know of this swordswoman and her companion."
There was a slight pause, and the glow in the dead creature's eye sockets strengthened.
"The woman called herself Abas of the Inner Sea, Alias of Westgate, and Alias the Sell-Sword. She travels in the company of a noble saurial warrior she quaintly calls Dragonbait. His name among his own people could roughly be translated as Champion of Justice. He and Alias share some magical bond." "Just how good are they?" the Faceless asked.