Two days had passed. Although Renato deliberately wandered all over town every day, the followers of Bhaal serving the Flaying Grand Duke still failed to appear.
Given the local gangs' knowledge and control of the Dock District, Renato was fairly certain that the other crew members of the Blood Drowning were probably not on White Harbor Island. Ferreira must have sailed here alone in pursuit of the deserter Myles, without backup or any intention of meeting up with anyone.
Renato had little trouble understanding why. The body's original owner had read plenty of accounts of Bhaal's cult in Ereel's religious texts. Those so-called devout followers were often deranged serial killers, intoxicated by the fleeting pleasure of slaughter, lacking patience and knowing nothing of long-term planning.
Infighting plagued the cult year after year, and factional struggles were routine. Those who rose to power often had their heads cut off by their subordinates mere days after securing their positions. It was difficult for a leader truly capable of commanding all the assassins to emerge.
Only when a Bhaalspawn bearing divine blood appeared-the most savage and powerful of them all, capable of crushing every objection through absolute violence-would those assassins lurking in the gutters temporarily hide their fangs and grudgingly follow a plan.
What a shame. All that lovely experience, gone to waste.
As for the reward for completing the [Quest], that had gone much more smoothly than expected. Yesterday evening, Pye had sent someone to deliver the payment.
Forty-five coins for the remaining payment on Myles, plus Ferreira's bounty of a hundred and fifty-five. Two hundred gold coins in all, without a single coin missing.
He had once served as a city constable and knew exactly how Ereel's bureaucracy worked. A bounty that large had to pass through more than a dozen