Hytorax Part 2

[Mathron]

Aasinav glanced at the fireplace, and raised an eyebrow. "Explain."

The image of Dagankor smiled, and he said, "You are wise enough to be able to see that for yourself, Aasinav - are you not?"

The sage frowned, and then shrugged. "My shadow is not a toy to be used for whims. You know enough about it to know how dangerous its use is. And there are others of the Shadowhand who have tools just as suited for your purposes."

He did not add: And I have already sent it a mission, and that mission includes keeping an eye upon you.

Dagankor's smile grew cold. "Very well. If that is your answer, so be it. I had hoped that a brother of the order would be more cooperative with our mutual needs, but if that is not the case, that is your choice." His image vanished abruptly, and the flames in the fireplace went out immediately.

Aasinav sighed, and walked over to the fireplace, lighting it again and stirring the wood with a poker. He despised politics, both among the order itself, and among the world in general. The Shadowhand had what they needed to gain the power - and knowledge - desired. What use had they for consolidating their hold on a petty kingdom.

He shook his head, and returned to his research.