[IRP] Vanguard Rising

[Gazetteer]

"Now, that's just annoying timing," Tangle said. She seemingly complied, however, moving briskly toward the sounds of approaching guards, hoping that Priam at least cared enough about the job at hand to provide backup. She was amazing, certainly, and the plan was to distract, not to fight the whole garrison, but this got a lot more survivable with someone between her and the swords. Just go to a decidedly different part of the keep and make sure the guards were entirely occupied with the heretic mage throwing fire around.

"The joke's on me after all, isn't it?" she said to Priam, a madcap grin coming across her face. "It's true that killing an upstart Lycian lordling splits as many way as you please! But it's not really the same if you're not in the room for it, is it?" As she spoke, she produced the guiding ring from around her neck, snapped the flimsy piece of twine holding it in place as a makeshift pendant, and put it back in its rightful place on her left hand. There were about to be far more obvious signs of what she was in a moment.

"Nice tapestries down that hallway, aren't there?" she noted, now that they were suitably far away from the scene of the actual crime. The tome she produced from within her cloak was worrisomely worn, and -- given that they were inside and near a copious amount of cloth -- worrisomely fiery red-gold. "A good deal dodgier than your plan, but, in the end, explosions always make me feel better."