"I've had my share of bright moments mind ye,
bedding a princess in high towers by moonlight:
Every night, it's only on the finest meat I dine,
How do I afford this? Spying on nobles & wine."
Said by the spy Afa-sarth, Act IV of the play "A Silent Night in Wayrest"
Written by the bard Andal Larch
Published and performed 2E 311
The chair groaned in reply as he sat down to converse with his friend over a hot meal. Lord Imkrusar Ordale was known by many in the ranks of both peasantry and nobility alike as a man with taste of fine wines, garms of the latest fashion, and women; the Dancing Redguard Lasses of Sentinel caught his fancy in specific. Oh how scandals ran loose these days, he mused silently. Heh.
His company was graced by the minor noble Vorm Teskharth from Shornhelm. Whilst his friend could not quite match the splendor of Ordale, the young upcoming merchant-son had so far proved an excellent co-conspirator to the "Righters of the Ever Increasing Injustices of the Realm of Daggerfall
" and so his presence was tolerable.
"So, the High King has earned the trust of the orcs? Dreadful. For all we know, the realm will be swarmed by those beasts and their heathen ways!" Teskharth growled lowly.
Imkrusar frowned disapprovingly and wafted his hand to dismiss the very thought. "He's mad, I tell you. Why, my great-grandfather would have marched all the way to Wayrest to put an end to the tyrant and his foolish supporters with a single swipe," he paused, continuing in velvet calm, "Someone might have to do just that."
"Who?" Tesksharth offered, particulary poor in hiding his eagerness, much to Imkrusar's amusement.
"Patience, my young Vorm, patience. First we'll have to gather more to our noble course. I've already sent my heralds out to the Yarlsworth and Marlwen family estates. If I know those old goats - and I do - they'll be more than willing to aid us in the coming struggle."
Teskharth chuckled with foolish glee, nodding twice before adding, "And what of Emeric's supporters? Tharun Eldcastle for instance?"
"Why, everyone knows Eldcastle is in debt to various people across High Rock. Fewer know that said loansharks are in my employ," he informed his friend pleasantly. "We'll simply demand payment, legally take his estate and title, and then utterly ruin him. I'm no tyrant, however. I'll offer to hire that beautiful wife of his and their daughters as coinlasses in my club down in Sentinel."
The glasses of wine clinked together as if joining in on the amused laughter.