Black Caesar

With pressure coming from many sides, I needed Kyron's aid more than I could afford to be his enemy. Our previous meeting at the Stadium of Blades did not go well. Nor did he receive my refusal to attack Woodbridge warmly. I think perhaps he was as aware as I of the greater strength we posed together rather than separately. We had adjourned to his office, and at his invitation I wrote the agreement. Later that evening I brought the document with me to the Tabidian Towers. I had even dressed for the occassion. Though I was armed, it was covertly so. One does not approach treaties with swords drawn, but keeps them concealed while offering olive branches in the opposite hand. It was a mutually beneficial alliance. I sat perched upon the corner of his desk, and pressed the paperwork across to him.

The terms were simple. We shared the city. Clear cut lines were drawn. The alliance allowed us in each other's territories, however forbade any action within them without prior agreement. The consequences for infringing upon the other's territory were grim. The stakes set so high, that neither one of us would likely trespass. With little cajoling needed, he agreed, and signed his name. Not before I signed my own of course.

Circumstances aside, I left that evening with my grip upon the throat of southern Ar. I had his backing, and he mine. He would support my push back into the Trevelyan. A force I sorely needed.

Somehow I am certain it is a favor that I will be expected to repay at a later date. For now I am merely concerned with securing what I have, and squelching the uprising of Gaius Claudius in the Trevelyan.

Upon leaving, I returned to the Anbar and ran into a face I hadn't seen in many years. Litereally ran into him. Trakkon. He'd grown up.