Siwaldh looked around the room. He saw no windows, no decoration, just himself sitting at small wood table and the two women across from him. One a younger woman, with short brown hair dressed in a loose fitting shirt and pants. Her hands and feet were hidden in worn leather and a small dagger hanging from her hips. The second woman looked slightly older than the other. To Siwaldh they looked related by the green tone of the eye and certain curves in the face. The older one was lither, with longer darker hair. The younger one he thought looked familiar, as his eyes focused he realized her as the one called Maeve. He had failed in his contract on her so far and had a glimmer of hope this may say why.
Siwaldh couldn’t quite recall how he ended up here. He had been walking back from a conference with Eartle in the afternoon and then was here. He had several enchantments that they should have not been able to bypass, unless one of them was an enchanter themselves. Yet neither looked the part nor matched descriptions of those in the higher circles.
“Maeve,” the older one said, “I believe your job pays more so, you can go first. I do so like when we can work together.”
“Very well Cerridwen,” Maeve responded. “Siwaldh, You are a hard man to locate and track so we are holding you here till we have our information. It has come to my employer’s attention that you are causing problems for several merchants in town. I am, at my discretion, to find out whom you work for and what your goals are. If you provide what I need I will release you to Cerridwen who will settle her business with you.”
“You ask for cooperation when I have no guarantee of safety from your sister. What if she is paid to kill me, where is my motivation?”
“I will not kill you,” Cerridwen commented not masking her disinterest.
“There you have it. So answer now or we have to step up motivation to talk.”
“Those who employ me cannot be less powerful than the ones who have hired you. Once they find out that you have taken me captive…”
Maeve cut in, “Yes, yes I get it.” She walked over and placed the blade of her dagger on his left thumb and nicked it.
“Point taken,” Siwaldh replied. “However I am bound by oath and enchantment to not talk and cannot talk.”
Cerridwen stood up and walked over to behind him. She reached in amongst his hair, grabbing a tuft close to the neck and yanked. As he creamed out, she commented, “There, I think the bond is broken.” She dropped the pile of hairs to the floor.
“Woman, do you know the first thing about enchantments?”
“I know you should answer questions, when a young lady asks nicely.”
“I said before I cannot say that the Prince and Earlte…”
“I think you fixed his problem,” Maeve smiled. “Go on, you were saying?”
Siwaldh was flummoxed as she had broken the enchantment. His protection was gone and he said more than he had ever planned too. He paused weighing his situation, then responded. “They have odd jobs for me to do. I don’t ask for their motives as that lowers my pay. I am here for two weeks of service than gone. Cerridwen are you an Enchanter?”
“That is all I needed,” Maeve answered.
“I need only one thing from you Siwaldh.” Cerridwen stated. “Where do you keep your enchantments?”
Before he could stop himself, he answered, “Various places, a few on me and others hidden in the room, each a puzzle to open and each with a different puzzle to use.”
All went black for Siwaldh after he spoke. When his vision came back in focus he stood in the middle of the street on his way back from Eartle. He tried to recall who he talked to and it faded like a dream on waking. As he tried to grab details they pulled back faster.