"And you must be Priam," Ambrose said, looking around Tangle at the disheveled new arrival. "Good. Now we're all here. My man, Caleb, has infiltrated the garrison and is posing as a servant. Not to make light of the good advice, Priam, but I am aiming to send a message, not cause wanton destruction and chaos. Tonight, we will meet him at the postern. He will let us in, and show us to Pascal's chamber. We will kill him, and hang him by his entrails from his tower. Nichol, your attire might help us deceive any guards we meet into thinking we're supposed to be in there. Thanks for bringing it. We will leave in two hours from now."
At that moment, Ambrose received his stew and stein of ale. The mercenary/assassin ate ravenously, despite the dryness of the fish. He tossed the fishbones in the fire, before turning to the Lady of Flames.
"Tangle, there's something I'd like to discuss with you in private, if you wouldn't mind?"
At that moment, Ambrose received his stew and stein of ale. The mercenary/assassin ate ravenously, despite the dryness of the fish. He tossed the fishbones in the fire, before turning to the Lady of Flames.
"Tangle, there's something I'd like to discuss with you in private, if you wouldn't mind?"
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.