“Ah, look who it is,” Merlot interrupted herself. She was speaking to a Dragonair, outfitted in frilled maid wear as all of her servants were. “Instruct the chefs to prepare the usual, Soba.” With a single clap of her wings, the Dragonair gave a single nod and slithered off to the castle’s kitchen.
A familiar Weavile approached Merlot’s throne, a fair bit more confident than the Sneasels that had preceded him. Of course, two of them were following him, as always. “I hear you don’t like my gang tryin’ to tell you stuff. Do you really need to waste both of our time like this?”
This disrespect angered Merlot. She stood from her seat, stepping forward and lowering her head level with Slasher’s, glowing eyes fixated on him. “I did not grant you audience to listen to you complain. State your business or die.” Her voice hissed and grumbled. She wasn’t kidding.
Despite that threat, Slasher seemed relatively calm, simply gazing right back at her as he shrugged his large claws into the air. “Fair enough. We found a dragon that escaped from your castle. How’s that for business?”
Merlot backed off somewhat. “Hmph.” She turned, cloak ruffling noisily in the air with the gesture as she walked back to her throne and settled into it once more. “Bring it to me.”
“That might be a problem,” Slasher went on to explain, “you see, it’s in the care of the Merchants’ Guild. They’re keeping it from you.” The way Slasher told it made the Sneasels behind him snicker quietly.
Merlot tilted her head up in a moment of thought. “Merchants’ Guild... oh!” A smile suddenly came over the Lugia’s face as she recalled past experiences. “That Breloom spoke of his status within it as he was paying his toll. He was quite easy to work with. Very charming and business-minded,” Merlot mused, pausing to take a sip of her red wine. “I do not believe he would steal from me. You are mistaken.”
Frustrated, Slasher stamped his clawed foot on the carpet. Its soft surface muted most of the noise the gesture would have made. “He tricked you! We saw it!” He had to convince her somehow. Things were personal, after the previous night.
Merlot calmly clapped her wings together again, which signaled Udon to lean in close at her side. “I am bored, and we dine shortly. Make them leave.”
As Udon began to approach, Slasher stood his ground. “You can’t just have your servants get rid of us! We’re trying to tell you something important! Don’t you care that you’ve been stolen from?!” he complained in his frustration.
14th excerpt from the series, 2nd from Ch2. of Resignation by