Everyone started to throw "concern" at the drider--how
dare she think herself better than the others! How
dare she withhold her name from them! She just smirked as she hung from the ceiling; they would never know the things that the head of an assassins' guild had to do to protect her mystique, and yet they thought of it as insolence? The ghostman--Kor, he had called himself "for free"--seemed rather irritated at the rate things were progressing now. While the drider did actually agree with him, she remaining dangling ominously from the ceiling, watching and waiting for something to happen next.
The others that resided in the castle, especially the demon lord himself, seemed interested and surprised by the return of this Hayato fellow. While this was an unexpected turn of events, it seemed enough of a distraction at this time. She would have to keep an eye on this fellow, see why in fact he was so important in the group's eyes.
The necromancer, Charnel, began to speak up, if only to silence the rest of the room. There were two missions that needed to be accomplished--one involving the slaughter of an entire goblin tribe, the other involve some water magi. Of course, the dragon and the bloodthirsty goblin would be dragged along to the goblin stronghold; they were the ones that could easily do the most damage in an area, along with the demon lord and the horned woman as back-up. The drider, on the other hand, was to continue with the lich, the bitter ghostman, and this Hayato character to visit the magi and see what exactly was wrong.
...not that she thought it made any difference. If she was going to help in the rule of this new world, she needed allies... Magi were always interesting allies, but she was in the killing business...
Dasin, on the other hand, did not seem to want to needlessly slaughter throngs of goblins. She seemed more interested in the magi. At this point, the drider did not care who she was going to be stuck with--the others she accompanied would think her annoying and immature at best and hate her at worst. It did not matter at all to her; as long as the job was completed and she was compensated accordingly--perhaps by the demon lord himself, if fortune smiled on her--she would do the job assign to her.
As Yuki made his way over toward the goblin to present him with a gift, the drider noticed him looking around, double-checking the area around him. Was something amiss after all? She smirked inwardly at the thought of a demon lord being afraid of something, of
anything at all. If they were as fearsome as the stories claimed, why care?
In the middle of her pondering, the drider felt a small
ping inside her mind. She closed her eyes and lowered herself to the ground once more before wordlessly scurrying off through the main hall once again and out into the open. If the others wished to follow her, that was all well and good; however, they would have a more difficult time than she attempting to scale the wall to meet with the one who requested a contact.
Quick as could be, the drider scaled the wall and found herself atop Castle Yuki. There stood inside one of the guard towers a male drow clad in blackened armor, white hair struggling to fly out from underneath a dark hood, red eyes closing for a brief moment before bowing his head in a respectful manner.
"Rise, Ra'ditzz," the drider commanded. The drow did as he was told, opening his eyes and staring up at the spider-woman. "What news do you have?"
"Lord Varkas of the Wastes has received your message," Ra'ditzz explained in a level voice. "His paranoia is getting the better of him now, and he has deployed troops to the south of his castle to find anyone that may know of such treachery in his walls."
The drider smirked. "Good. Varkas was always a jumpy one..." She brushed the hair out of her eyes, all five focusing solely on her drow agent. "What of the north? Any news from them?"
"They are doing as you ask, Mistress," Ra'ditzz replied. "Two agents were able to infiltrate the major assassin's guild to the north and slaughter their leader in cold blood. The organization hit a rough patch when they were unable to elect a leader from potential candidates, and reports tell me that their self-destruction is imminent."
The drider nodded, finding it harder to supress the grin that threatened to break out across her face. "Things seem to be going according to plan, then..."
Ra'ditzz looked back up at the drider, the same stoic look across his face. "Mistress, I think you should reconsider this venture of yours with these people. Exposing yourself to this many people feels like a trap."
The drider sighed and closed her eyes. "Ra'ditzz, I appreciate your concern; however, if this opportunity plays itself out as I imagine, well... the reward truly outweighs the risk. Besides, only a fool would think they could go toe-to-toe with the Dark Whisper... even if that fool is a dragon..." Her voice suddenly grew cold and spiteful.
"Mistress, take these blades--they are enchanted and will help protect you in the event that your abilities fail you." Ra'ditzz handed the drider two daggers that seemed to eat the light around the two of them.
Even with the backhanded remark, the drider accepted the gifts and placed them on her person. "May you move with the silence of shadows," she nodded and bowed her head toward her agent.
"And may your mark burn with the fury of venom, Mistress." Ra'ditzz bowed his head before turning toward the other side of the castle and running across the roof before climbing down the back wall. The drider smirked at the thought of Ra'ditzz trying to play the role of protector--while his ability as an assassin were nothing to sneeze at, his logistical manipulation and his network of spies was a more integral part of her operation. With the blades now in her possession, she felt that now even she could take any one of them in that castle.
She climbed over the side of the castle toward the gate once again, crawling quickly down the side. Ra'ditzz had been right, after all--she was making herself all-too-visible. If this venture paid off like she thought it might, though, then it could potentially make her one of the most powerful creatures in the world.
"Time to wait for the stragglers, I suppose..." the drider muttered to herself as she made herself comfortable in the front hall of the castle. All she had to do now was wait--good things came to those who were patient, after all.