[IRP] Vanguard Rising

[Gazetteer]

Tangle was deeply of two minds. On one hand, there was the methodical, rational part of her. The one she sometimes hid well, but which was responsible for her having survived this long following the invasion. This could be a relatively simple plan: Murder Pascal, preferably horribly, with as little collateral damage as possible. In and out like ghosts, give or take a corpse or two stuffed into a supply closet, and an usurper lord dangling by his entrails (she hoped that that hadn't been a figure of speech, as much as she was steeling herself for disappointment on that front). It would send their message, and preferably get them all out alive. On the other hand, though? The angry part of her, the vengeful part of her, well... that Tangle honestly wouldn't be too upset if she got an excuse to burn this place, this Etrurian castle stolen and twisted against the people it had been built to protect.

She wasn't so conflicted that she was going to deliberately cause anything to go amiss, though. She couldn't quite help but be impressed as she peered around the corner, watching Nichol lead his new friend away. "Well, he does that well," she murmured, low enough not to carry. "Of course, if they turn on him, I hope it's loud enough that we get some warning." She seemed utterly unbothered by the corpses.