Tibias waited a while before picking up the phone. He disliked immediately answering the phone, he preferred to make the person on the other end wait a bit. He took a sip of his tea, taking small comfort in the pleasure that since his partner was bedridden he could enjoy what little pleasure he had left in his life. On the fourth ring, he picked the phone up.
“Hello, Council representative Tibias Sharpe speaking.” He stated in a monotone manner.
“Tibias, it’s Keera.” He heard from the other line. She sounded a bit confused. “We just almost got attacked. A mortal was just at the door attempting to perform a poorly executed assassination. When I tried to apprehend him, he took off and fled with the help of demon blood. “
“What?” Tibias asked incredulously.
“I think someone was trying to kill Kole.” Keera said. “I’m worried that the man might try to come back, only this time better prepared. At the very least, we should move Kole to another place where he might not know where he is. I contacted Celia and she said that he can stay in her shop for now. ”
“I will be right over. Have you already left?” He asked
"No. We were preparing to make the trip now."
“I'll meet you there." Tibias said. "Call me on my cell phone if anything else happens.”
“Keera murmured her assent before Tibias hung up the phone. He rushed over to grab his jacket and cane. After receiving plenty of bruises and scratches in the recent fight, Tibias was glad that he could use the cane again without anyone asking any questions. Even though Liddy managed to heal up his broken ribs and fingers, he still ached all over. While fetching his things, he thought about what Keera just told him. Why would an assassin turn up now to take Mr. Tarrant out? He pondered. Let us think about these things calmly for a second Tibias. Well, the assassin was a human, which means that whoever sent him was confident that a mortal could kill Kole. Yet, if the assassin was that powerful, then why did he flee when Keera tried to take him. Certainly someone powerful enough to take down Mr. Tarrant could take her down as well, or at least not need the help of demon blood to flee from her.
After Tibias got his things together, his next task was to round up Mr. Holligan and Ms. Faroth. They were in the kitchen at the end of the hallway engaged in a subdued conversation, both holding mugs of hot chocolate. This was a first for Tibias; Royal had never been calm and quiet, and Carahya seemed to never shut up. Tibias didn’t have time to figure out why they were unusually peaceful. “We need to head on out” Tibias told the two. “Something just came up.”
“Is everything okay?” Royal asked.
“For now it is.” Tibias replied. “Now finish up your mugs and let us be on our way. “ Tibias let the two finish their cocoa as he moved back to place a closed sign over the office door and lock up. If that mortal fled from Keera, yet expected to be able to handle Kole, then he must have expected Kole to be easier to defeat than her. The only reason the assassin would have to expect that was because he knew Kole was injured. So therefore, someone must have known that. Tibias shuddered. Now, the only question then is who would have known that? Only the Council knows about Kole's injuries. A name came to Tibias’s mind. Deus Ignegena. Whatever that was, Tibias could assume that it was somehow behind this recent attempt. It was responsible for the distribution of that book that summoned Mammon here, and no one had been able to extract anything from Cathburne while he was alive. Although Tibias knew this was a stretch, he could think of no other possible explanations as to who could be responsible for the assassination attempt. It was time that they finally get to the bottom of whatever Deus Ignegena was.
Royal and Carahya caught up with him within a minute. “What’s going on Tibs?” Carahya asked.
“There was a recent attempt on Mr. Tarrants life. Luckily it failed, but Keera was unable to catch the assassin. We are currently meeting Keera and Mr. Tarrant at Madam Gkika's shop.”
Royals eyes widened. Carahya smirked a bit. “I guess Shadowass is awfully popular afterall.” She said.
Tibias shook his head. “Mrs. Faroth, this is no time for jokes. Come along now, it will take us a good forty-five minutes to get there with the current rush hour traffic. And no gimmicks while in the car. I am still aching from the fight and if I have to deal with either of your shenanigans, I will be forced to beat you both repeatedly with my cane at the end of drive.”
Royal chuckled a bit. “Glad to know that you still have enough energy to beat us. But don’t worry Tibs, I know when to behave.”
“You better.” Tibias growled.
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