Now, the question wasn't about whether or not Odin actually thought the Information Broker would be safe in Iceberg. He just had to make sure the man actually got there. The Bishops of Midnight Cult had influence everywhere, and the Lich didn't expect even the remotest location in Iceberg to be safe. And that was assuming the inhabitants of the country even allowed him in. The people of Iceberg were proud warriors, who were just as likely to try and kill the thief the moment they discovered his profession. And, if he was even able to survive all of that, there was the year round blizzards that, looking at his scrawny figure, he likely wouldn't make it through the year.
But that was his problem, not Odin's, who began to approach the captain that he knew was passing towards the brutal country. It made sense that it was his ancestral home then, given the barbarity Odin was becoming more known for in the recent months. His name was becoming more known, and it was becoming more feared. That, coupled with the fact that Eternal Nightmare owned the entire Western region of Fiore, gave him more than enough influence to have a polite, if threatening, conversation with the captain. While he was originally reluctant to let the thief onboard his ship, which Odin had to admit was kept in pristine condition, the Lich's presence, fear and general demeanour quickly changed his mind. The passage was booked, with Odin even giving the captain some money for the trouble. After all, he wished to stay on good terms with all the people of Astera.
As the Information Broker got on the ship, relieved to finally be leaving Fiore for relative safety, he handed the Lich a note. It was a small and folded up piece of paper which, when unravelled, only had one name on it. One name, no locations, and the name wasn't even one of the Bishops. Odin had heard the name only in whispers before.
The Many-Faced Queen.
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