Though Argrave was perplexed that Dario had the influence to send messengers in a nation he did not belong, he could not deny that he was intrigued to meet the person behind all of this. He greatly feared the possibility of a trap, but Melanie had the ability to extract them from just about any situation, or defend from any attack that might come their way save a massive explosion. They had endured a meeting with Mozzahr in the heart of his powerArgrave was relatively sure that they could do the same thing here.

About thirty minutes before the senate meeting was scheduled to occur, Argrave and Melanie walked out to the public square. He released the Alchemist from the Ravenstone, though directed the man to stay hidden unless any danger came to light. When they entered, the looming marble statue of Alexander stood strong as it held up the dome above them. They immediately laid eyes upon Dario. He sat on a marble bench just beneath the statue, kneading his hands together in what looked to be anxiety. When he saw them, he rose.

Dario was much as he had been described. He was perhaps six feet tall, had wild dark hair and tan skin, and a lean body. He wore a dark brown cloak over his body, concealing dark armor that had complex machinery attached. Argrave could see the mechanical crossbow on his right arm, strung but unloaded, and saw strange devices on his legs that seemed like braces or perhaps augmenters. He could see that there was something otherworldly about the metal, but his layman brain couldnt exactly deduce what they did. He could sense no magic from them. When Dario saw Argrave, he put his hand to his chest and took a deep breath as though preparing himself for this conversation.

Is that him? Argrave asked Melanie.

Yeah. His retainer nodded slowly, keeping her eyes on the man. Definitely him. Has a few weird things on his arms and legs I havent seen before, but its him.

Argrave felt the need to take a deep breath just as Dario did. Stay alert, then.

The two parties slowly bridged the gap to meet one another. Dario didnt have an escort of guards the same way Argrave did, and both he and Melanie paid close attention to the man and their surroundings to be sure that nothing untoward would occur.

Argrave stopped a healthy distance away from Dario. Now that they were closer, Argrave made out some details. The man looked exhaustedhis eyes were sunken and had deep dark circles beneath them, and Argrave spotted dried blood just beneath his nose. To put it simply, he looked ghoulish.

Hello. Youre either a tall and lanky dwarf, or Dario. Im Argrave. I believe youve already met this lovely ladyMelanie. As Argrave watched the man, he seemed to have some difficulty meeting Argraves eyes. To be honest, I thought the first thing wed exchange would be blows, not words. It seems like youve been trying to sabotage us. I hope that this has all been a misunderstanding, and we can laugh it up and talk about how best to resolve this. If you need something from the dwarves, maybe we can reach some accommodation. If you have some sort of grudge, Im happy to hear it.

Dario met Argraves eyes, finally. His were a rich red. That eye color was common in the subterranean mountain people in the caverns beneath the mountains of the Burnt Desert, but his were especially crimson. His voice was firm yet troubled as he said, I shouldnt be speaking to you. But I heard your wife was absent, and I hoped that I could get through to you without her insight.

Anneliese? Argrave finished, but settled into quiet contemplation. He shouldnt be speaking to me. What does this mean? And Anneliese he must know about her empathy.

Dario seemed to contemplate his next words carefully, then straightened his back to speak firmly. I dont wish for this to be adversarial, but you cant remain here. Let me help the dwarves. Then, return to Vasquer. Whatever you intend, please do not allow it to bear fruit. Content yourself that you averted what disaster would befall these people. He looked around at the dwarves, and then up at the great statue of Alexander. Let them live in peace, as they always have.

Argrave was surprised by his earnestness. He shifted on his feet, searching for an answer. I dont know why youre advocating for the dwarves so strongly but I think they have as much duty as anyone else to defend the world from Gerechtigkeit.

Youre searching for answers that could upend everything, all life. The number of people you would hurt would be far greater than the Smiling Raven or Gerechtigkeit ever achieved in their existence. His voice was hard, yet passionate. Argrave understood, now, why he only spoke to Argrave when he knew that Anneliese was absent. And behind all of that, a more shocking revelationDario knew preciselywhat he and the Alchemist had come here for.

Where does this certainty come from? Argrave asked, engrossed. Do you speak for Gerechtigkeit? Or is there another?

I speak and act for one who knows, Dario shook his head, then spread his arms out disarmingly. And nothing more.

Okay Argrave accepted that silently, theories forming in his head. If youre telling me that the path Im ontrying to end the cycle of judgmentis wrong, Im perfectly open to more information. Just help me understand, Dario.

I cant. Dario lowered his head and shook it slowly.

You seem to talk fine, Melanie pointed out.

The more I divulge, the closer you would get to the truth, Dario insisted.

Argrave stepped closer, arguing, Yes, thats the point. Isnt the truth whats convinced you Im on the wrong path?

There is truth. But interpretations of that truth can vary wildly depending on who beholds it. The people in that senate, for instance he turned his head toward where the hall lay, and gestured toward it. They learn the facts, but each of the thousand have different ways to deal with it. And you may look upon the truth differently than I do.

Meaning if I learn the truth behind Gerechtigkeit, I might not agree that its as big a problem as you think, Argrave translated.

You should probably know thats a terrible way to dissuade someone, Melanie pointed out. Youve told us two thingsthat were on the right track, and that there is an answer. By being so vague, you just encourage us. Might as well tell the rest.

But it isnt you alone, Argrave. You have others seeking this truth alongside you, and you cannot hide it from them. You are a good man, Argrave. Your struggle against Gerechtigkeit has followed the correct course. But should you continue, you will open a door that has been sealed shut for uncountable years. And the thing I fear above all is that it will not be you alone that enters. You have tall shadows. The Alchemist is one such shadowand he plots even now to capture me, torture information out of me. Even if you might interpret the truth as I have, you are not alone. I cannot risk this spreading to others. I must ask you to stop. And if I cannot get the answer I seek

Sandelabara is a door? And something beyond there is vital to Gerechtigkeit? Argrave said, trying to confirm his deductions.

Dario looked greatly pained. By straying beyond, by vying for more, you endanger so much that it is unquantifiable. He looked to the side. I do not speak often. This conversation is the most I have said in years. You will likely best me in the senate easilyI know I am neither compelling or persuasive. I have no true friends, no allies, and I cannot make them easily. I am but a fool trapped in the middle of it all. Still, things are the way they are for a reason. I ask you, with trust in your good nature, to stop.

Gerechtigkeit kills hundreds of thousands, if not millions, every time he descends, Argrave argued. Could there be anything worse? There has to be a way to end this. To improve this. To go beyond this. My friend and brother-in-law put his life on the line, seeking these answers. I cant just turn away. You say Im a good manthen cant you give me trust enough to trust me with the truth? Argrave took some few steps closer, and whispered intently, Forget the Alchemist, forget everyone elsejust you and me. Lets talk. Give me this truth. Help me understand why youre doing this.

I cant trust you. Its not the place of one man to judge another, not with so much at stake. Darios red eyes looked strangely sad. Promise me this, Argrave. If you do not heed my words if I cannot stop you along this path I can ask only one thing of you. When you learn the truth, do not judge wrongly. Step away.

As Argrave stared without a response, he saw magic swirl around Dario. The Alchemist appeared, breaking his invisibility, and attempted to restrain the artificer. Dario rose his left hand up and swiped it through the magic. It somehow dispersed, and the Alchemist curled inward silently as though recoiling. Dario staggered, and some blood dripped down from his nose. Despite his pain, Dario stepped forth with ethereal speed, heading for the leg of the great statue of Alexander. Argrave pursued, but when he caught up to where the artificer had vanished

Dario was already gone.