Cassius Carson leaned back in his chair, and flicked a copper strand into the air. It sailed with a practiced ease into a pile of similar junk. He grinned and templed his fingers. "So what exactly are you looking for?" He said, rolling his head to face me.
"The White Guard are seeking someone named Daniel Craigsen. They seem to think he was involved in Zelena's death."
"Danny boy?" Cassius scoffed. "Danny's a simpleton, a coward, and a gentlemen besides. If he had anything to do with Zelena, it was likely a setup."
I shrugged. There was too much evidence pointing both ways for me to feel comfortable committing to a side. I said as much to Cassius.
"Greyson, you're a sap. Look, if you accept the official story that Danny did it, you have to explain who's working so hard to make him look good. On the other hand, if Danny's innocent, and someone's trying to make a chump out of him, then you only have to explain who'd benefit by putting the guilt onto his shoulders."
He had a point. I didn't know Daniel well enough to assume he was innocent, but I knew Cassius. Cassius had a good sense for people, even if no one ever got along with him.
"I'll keep that in mind," I said. "But I'd still like your help finding him."
"I don't know where he is." Cassius said with a shrug.
"He's fled to the Northern Wastes, actually." I said quietly. "Humphry thinks he knows the tribe, but we need help locating them. They move around a lot."
"So, if I might skip ahead a little, you need some artifact that could track Danny, or more likely, you want something that will speed up the searching."
"Yeah, and-"
"And," Cassius continued, holding up a hand, "You need something that will be immune to the Chaos Storms, even though nothing is immune to them."
I smiled. "Cassius, you're the best."
"No, well, yeah." He leaned forward. "You're lucky, I happen to have something almost exactly like that."
"Really?" I sputtered. "I expected this might take you some time."
"It did. About six months ago. I was studying the storms, and discovered a few things of note."
"Why were you studying the chaos storms?"
He stopped, then grinned. "No reason." And whistled as he led me down to his lab.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Writing Prompt: That was when I invented it
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