“There’s an exit to the east that will take people towards the embassies. Otherwise there’s just the main entrance, where Nina’s hopefully spearheading escorting everyone out through it.” An enormous job to wrangle moving this many people, but if anyone is up to the task, it’s her. Kaz still shoots off a quick message to a few of his other Dregs to offer her support in the endeavor. Thankfully they know by now not to question it and simply respond with an affirmative that they’re heading in Nina’s direction. Glancing back up, Kaz looks over to Pipe and shakes his head. “Nobody. This isn’t something anyone in Ketterdam should be able to do, except for Nina.” She’s the only Corpsewitch he knows, and while there are magic users who aren’t Grisha in Ketterdam, none he knows who could handle something like this.
“Maybe they aren’t working alone,” Wylan suggests, scrambling to toss another grenade for Jesper to help carry. At Kaz’s side eye quirk, Wylan feels emboldened to add onto it. “We are after all in Ketterdam, Kaz. Why do something yourself when you can make a deal to get it done.” Sometimes Wylan’s quiet demeanor and moral fortitude makes people forget that he, too, has been born and raised in this city. He knows what Ketterdam is like.
There’s a faint look of almost pride from Kaz at that. “Who would want to make a deal to raise the dead is the question, then.”
“Someone who had a deal turn sour and wants to make someone pay?” Wylan suggests.
Kaz shakes his head. “That would call for a more targeted approach. This is messy. Sloppy, even. Jesper might have had a point about needles and haystacks - someone might be raising a haystack looking for a needle. Who recently suffered a loss, and has the means to make a deal of this nature to get them back? Someone rich, and someone who doesn’t care who gets harmed in the process.”
He looks over at Jesper, to see if he’s thinking of the same Councilman that Kaz is who lost his wife recently at sea. Which gives Kaz another idea. “Some of us should hold down the fort, the rest should start heading to the Councilman’s house. I have an idea for a little backup that might come in handy. I’ll meet you there.”
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“Maybe they aren’t working alone,” Wylan suggests, scrambling to toss another grenade for Jesper to help carry. At Kaz’s side eye quirk, Wylan feels emboldened to add onto it. “We are after all in Ketterdam, Kaz. Why do something yourself when you can make a deal to get it done.” Sometimes Wylan’s quiet demeanor and moral fortitude makes people forget that he, too, has been born and raised in this city. He knows what Ketterdam is like.
There’s a faint look of almost pride from Kaz at that. “Who would want to make a deal to raise the dead is the question, then.”
“Someone who had a deal turn sour and wants to make someone pay?” Wylan suggests.
Kaz shakes his head. “That would call for a more targeted approach. This is messy. Sloppy, even. Jesper might have had a point about needles and haystacks - someone might be raising a haystack looking for a needle. Who recently suffered a loss, and has the means to make a deal of this nature to get them back? Someone rich, and someone who doesn’t care who gets harmed in the process.”
He looks over at Jesper, to see if he’s thinking of the same Councilman that Kaz is who lost his wife recently at sea. Which gives Kaz another idea. “Some of us should hold down the fort, the rest should start heading to the Councilman’s house. I have an idea for a little backup that might come in handy. I’ll meet you there.”