Ivan, Ivan, Ivan… this man is going to be the death of me. I foresee it. Where do I start?
I had to return to the city for a few days. I still, after all, have another job to attend to. Patients began piling up and it is good to get away for a few days anyway. I instantly dispatched Bradford to investigate any and all inferences of the Necronomicon. In addition to learning that the Mage’s Guild knows a little something about it, he also learned of a Banquet to be hosted for Ivan as the Guest of Honor. Invitations haven’t even been sent out yet, so this is still in its infancy. Nonetheless, Ivan should know so he can prepare. Knowing him as I do, admittedly is still little, he isn’t at the top of the social function ways of society.
Ivan, bless his little heart, actually approached me on needing advice on what to do about this dinner party. I gave him the ins and outs of social functions. I asked him to smile. After almost throwing up in the back of my mouth for witnessing the most forced and fake looking smile I have ever seen, I simply told him to raise his eyebrows and nod. I told him this as a means of acknowledgement. I warned him about the constant assault from the aristocracy prying for information that could and would be used against him.
Letting other people do the talking and simply being a good listener will trick most people into thinking you are a good social being. Most people love to talk and most of those love to talk about themselves. I told Ivan to simply let them. Then he stopped me in my tracks with what he told me next. He told me that I have a natural cunning and means of survival. That son of a bitch, he is observing me. He is trying to figure me out. Gods be damned. I have let my guard down. He is a predator, like me, and his instinct to spot a competitor has kicked in.
I have let Ivan have a glimpse of my world, and how I hunt. I can’t allow him to shed more light into my world. He will ruin everything. Fuck! How long has he been watching me? My self-inflicted wounds… Holy shit! That’s it! He is a professional soldier. He knows what battle wounds look like. He could have obviously been able to know the difference. Son of a bitch, I knew I shouldn’t have murdered that stupid fucking whore within the walls of Ft. Wilderness. What the hell am I going to do? How can I get out of this situation? What all does he know? If I start probing him for information about what he knows, certainly he will catch on to what I am doing. This asshole is more clever than I first believed. He thinks too much.
I am going to have to keep my eyes open. I will need to find out as much as I can about Sir Ivan. I need to know what secrets he has. I may need it as leverage against him for when I need it. Fucking Ivan, why do you want to do this against me? I could have been good for you. Now, you are trying to box me into a corner. From one predator to another, I can assure you Ivan, I am prepared chew off my own arm to get out of a trap. What are you prepared to do?