The date was the eleventh day of the fourth month in the three hundred and fifth year. Nicolas Delacroix was alone in what appeared to be a semi empty warehouse in the Regalian harbor of the capital. Various crate and barrels spread scarcely across the space. The large wooden doors, partially decaying, shut closed with cracks of light peaking through. The Delacroix sat in a lone chair in the middle of the space, before her a crate with a glass jar atop it. The hustle and bustle of the every day operations of the harbor could be heard, but the inside of the warehouse was quiet. Finally the Delacroix interrupts the silence.
"Bonjour Nicolas, you appear to be looking well today."
The Delacroix stops as though waiting for a response. Silence. The Delacroix scoffs before continuing.
"Seven months of these little talks and still we have much to discuss. It appears that I was correct in my calling you a dog. Here you sit, still loyal to your family. 'Blood Before Banners' is that what you called it? A fool as always dear Nicolas. You know you--"
The Delacroix stops again, as though an interjection had occurred. The eunuch bolts up as though offended and points accusingly at the jar.
"How dare you compare them! They are nothing alike! What I do now is to keep both of us alive, do you understand me? Have you any idea the sacrifices I have made? I should have killed you like your sister suggested. Spare me of your ramblings."
The Delacroix stands upright, regaining composure before taking a seat again. Her head unwavering as though listening to one speaking. She begins again.
"Oui, I suppose that you are correct in that regard. You are still valuable despite being a mutt. This is why I enjoy our little chats. At times I feel you are my only friend."
The Delacroix chuckles,
"Oh Nicolas, you never disappoint. Now rest easy my dear. There is much to be done. The gears of progress have begun to spin, and I have made myself a cog in the great machine."
The Delacroix rises, picking up the jar and moving it to a location in this warehouse, before turning to leave.
"Delacroix"
"Oui?"
"Do what must be done. Make sure that all is well."
"Of course, when have I ever done you wrong?"
"Bonjour Nicolas, you appear to be looking well today."
The Delacroix stops as though waiting for a response. Silence. The Delacroix scoffs before continuing.
"Seven months of these little talks and still we have much to discuss. It appears that I was correct in my calling you a dog. Here you sit, still loyal to your family. 'Blood Before Banners' is that what you called it? A fool as always dear Nicolas. You know you--"
The Delacroix stops again, as though an interjection had occurred. The eunuch bolts up as though offended and points accusingly at the jar.
"How dare you compare them! They are nothing alike! What I do now is to keep both of us alive, do you understand me? Have you any idea the sacrifices I have made? I should have killed you like your sister suggested. Spare me of your ramblings."
The Delacroix stands upright, regaining composure before taking a seat again. Her head unwavering as though listening to one speaking. She begins again.
"Oui, I suppose that you are correct in that regard. You are still valuable despite being a mutt. This is why I enjoy our little chats. At times I feel you are my only friend."
The Delacroix chuckles,
"Oh Nicolas, you never disappoint. Now rest easy my dear. There is much to be done. The gears of progress have begun to spin, and I have made myself a cog in the great machine."
The Delacroix rises, picking up the jar and moving it to a location in this warehouse, before turning to leave.
"Delacroix"
"Oui?"
"Do what must be done. Make sure that all is well."
"Of course, when have I ever done you wrong?"
