The shifting of bone and armor behind
himbrought Jordan Cromwell out of his thoughts. Turning from
the departing figuresof Lady Molly and the Yew Militia, he
spoke to the Death Knight.
"Now Knight, what can I do for you?"
Fustiar hissed as he eyed his surroundings. "Ye hath
some impressiveartifacts within these walls... quite impressive."
He slowly took off hishelm, revealing his ghastly visage.
Jordan made a face but continued. "My thanks. Now, what
brings you into myhome?"
"I will be brief, I sense you hath things to accomplish.
The Lich Lord andthe Nephilim have sent me to obtain from
ye the sapphire, which Nostur'yl seeks.We shall meet any price."
Jordan started. "A sapphire, you say?"
"Indeed, that is what I have been told. I could be mistaken.
However, myMaster rarely gives me misinformation.."
Nodding, Jordan said, "Of course. How interesting..."
He trailed off,staring into space for a few minutes, deep
Bones clacking in anticipation, Fustiar pressed, "Do
ye have it?"
Returning to the here and now, Jordan replied, "As I
was telling the othersbefore you, I have many gems, in many
shipments and storage areas. Is thereanything distinctive
about this... sapphire?"
"It pulsates with an inner light, an inner power, I am
told it is sometimes termed as a Soul Gem."
Jordan pondered that. "Well, I'm usually very good at
determining the valueof items I uncover. I can say that I
am not aware of such a gem." Fustiarbegan cursing vehemently,
but Jordan held up a hand and continued. "I will,however,
search through my stock for it, it may well be there."
Shuddering, Fustiar said, "My unlife is forfeit for it,
if I return emptyhanded. My Master is...cruel beyond reckoning."
"I will make you the same deal I made the others. I will
take inventory ofmy stock, and in a few days I will contact
you or your master with my results.Where can I contact ye?"
Nodding slowly, Fustiar replied, "There are many places,
what is mostconvenient for ye?"
"I usually spend my time here on this isle or on Ocllo."
Jordan caughthimself and turned a serious eye towards the
undead knight. "Mind you, I'mtelling you this as a business
partner, not as a target. Understood,Knight?"
Fustiar answered, "Of course, of course," giving
a skeletal grin allthe while. "My Master hath Honor still."
Glaring, Jordan learned back in his chair. "Aye, that's
why I permit youhere." Returning to the subject, Fustiar
recommended several locations thathis master used. "What
about Caina or Wintermoor?" Jordan queried.
Fustiar spat. "Wintermoor. An evil place, but I fear
for thy safetythere...Orcs and undead abound in both Caina
and Wintermoor, but if yeinsist.."
Jordan "Aye, if I agree to visit there, I expect safe
"A moment." Fustiar began rummaging through his
pack, and eventuallyremoving a dark kryss. Handing it to Jordan,
he said, "Bear this when youpass into Caina. It is marked
by Oblivion's Hand. Wield it, and none shall slayye."
Jordan stood and handled the kryss with expert ease. Smiling,
he commented,"You've done your homework."
"Indeed," said the warrior, giving yet another skeletal
grin. "Iwas also told to try to purchase any other artifacts
you would sell, or try toobtain thy services for an excavation.
The site be on the Isle of Fire, ruins ofan old monastery
of sorts. I have few details, My Master shall speak to ye
ofit, when you meet him."
Jordan nodded. "That can be arranged, although right
now I have nothingmajor in my stores. As for the excavation,
I'd like that. For now, the agreementis only that I will travel
to Caina in a few days. If your men assault me, Iwill leave
and the bargain is off. If someone is not present when I arrive,
Iwill leave a way to contact me. Agreed?"
"Splendid. It is done then." Fustiar put his helm
"I look forward to doing business, Knight," Jordan
said as he usheredthe knight towards the front gates.
"As does my Master. May you walk in Infinite Darkness,
"I'm sure he does. Safe travels."
Once out in the desert sun, the Death Knight quickly faded
into nothing. For thesecond time, Jordan found himself standing
there, smiling. Is there one gem ortwo? If there's only one,
who is on the right trail? Either way, he stood achance to
make a great profit from the dealings of this day. Jordan
took out hiskeys, and locked up his front gates for the evening.
From the Town Cryer - The Journal of Ultima Online,