Lenwe stood as two figures dressed in black made their way towards him. The elf knew that if his hired mercenaries were coming to him now, they had something important to say, and that was usually not a good thing.
When the stopped and knelt down before him, the elf godfather of Kohana's black market and fighting syndicate nodded and started the conversation.
"What is it that brings you to me this early? I thought I told you to only return once the threat had been taken care of. Have the interlopers been dealt with, or will I have new combatants for my fights against Auryxx, the Shadow Warrior?"
The two Sha'Nai spies did not even move. It was a well known fact that Sha'Nai spies were telepathically linked together as the first step in their training so that they were more efficient in moving and executing plans. Lenwe waited while the two of them discussed how it was they would deliver their report. Finally, one of them stood up and bowed in respect before speaking with a deep Nagual accent that would have made it exotic and alluring if Lenwe had not already gotten used to the way she talked.
"Master, we took care of the interlopers from the stars, just like you asked. But we have brought you back one of them, we thought that you would enjoy his style. He is a very spirited fighter, and we did not want to waste that by feeding him to the death god. He is being held down with the other slaves and fighters if you wish to evaluate him. Or perhaps a better test would be to put him in the fight this evening? Perhaps against the warrior maiden?"
Lenwe's eyes flicked slightly to the side, where his computer screen still held the flight path of an unmarked shuttlecraft making it's way towards Neo Kohana.
"You both are very quick thinkers, that's why you are still alive and on my payroll. If you say this wanderer is worthy of being a gladiator, then I will trust your judgement. But I do not think that his first battle shall be against my Nelew, I think that first he will prove himself against Blood Paw. I will start making the preparations for this evening's fight, I want the both of you to start spreading the word that for the first time, we are going to have a Nepleslian slave fighting for not only his life, but I think he will be fighting in the tournament. Tell the slavemaster to put him in with the other tournament slaves, and to be sure to explain to him how this works. Win, and he will rise through the ranks, lose and he will be a slave forever. Now go, we have much to do, and little time to do it in."
And as was how it usually was when dealing with the Sha'Nai, when the ashen skinned elf looked up, his spies were not in his office. He made his way around his desk and sat down in his tall backed chair, a throne really, and steepled his fingers, staring once again at the screen of his computer, and just watched the small white triangle getting nearer and nearer to Kohana.
"Soon, my daughter, we will be reunited and we shall rule the Kohanian Underground. We shall become like royalty by dealing not with the ruling class, but by playing to the workers. We shall be the true ruling power, and it will be wonderful."
And then he leaned forward and began to write up the paperwork for his newest tournament fighter's entry into the Colosseum's ranks.
When the stopped and knelt down before him, the elf godfather of Kohana's black market and fighting syndicate nodded and started the conversation.
"What is it that brings you to me this early? I thought I told you to only return once the threat had been taken care of. Have the interlopers been dealt with, or will I have new combatants for my fights against Auryxx, the Shadow Warrior?"
The two Sha'Nai spies did not even move. It was a well known fact that Sha'Nai spies were telepathically linked together as the first step in their training so that they were more efficient in moving and executing plans. Lenwe waited while the two of them discussed how it was they would deliver their report. Finally, one of them stood up and bowed in respect before speaking with a deep Nagual accent that would have made it exotic and alluring if Lenwe had not already gotten used to the way she talked.
"Master, we took care of the interlopers from the stars, just like you asked. But we have brought you back one of them, we thought that you would enjoy his style. He is a very spirited fighter, and we did not want to waste that by feeding him to the death god. He is being held down with the other slaves and fighters if you wish to evaluate him. Or perhaps a better test would be to put him in the fight this evening? Perhaps against the warrior maiden?"
Lenwe's eyes flicked slightly to the side, where his computer screen still held the flight path of an unmarked shuttlecraft making it's way towards Neo Kohana.
"You both are very quick thinkers, that's why you are still alive and on my payroll. If you say this wanderer is worthy of being a gladiator, then I will trust your judgement. But I do not think that his first battle shall be against my Nelew, I think that first he will prove himself against Blood Paw. I will start making the preparations for this evening's fight, I want the both of you to start spreading the word that for the first time, we are going to have a Nepleslian slave fighting for not only his life, but I think he will be fighting in the tournament. Tell the slavemaster to put him in with the other tournament slaves, and to be sure to explain to him how this works. Win, and he will rise through the ranks, lose and he will be a slave forever. Now go, we have much to do, and little time to do it in."
And as was how it usually was when dealing with the Sha'Nai, when the ashen skinned elf looked up, his spies were not in his office. He made his way around his desk and sat down in his tall backed chair, a throne really, and steepled his fingers, staring once again at the screen of his computer, and just watched the small white triangle getting nearer and nearer to Kohana.
"Soon, my daughter, we will be reunited and we shall rule the Kohanian Underground. We shall become like royalty by dealing not with the ruling class, but by playing to the workers. We shall be the true ruling power, and it will be wonderful."
And then he leaned forward and began to write up the paperwork for his newest tournament fighter's entry into the Colosseum's ranks.