Walking downstairs to her bedroom, Crosael thought about the unlikely heroes she had helped into the Asmodean Knot.
“So, the Sixfold Players think themselves real heroes, eh? We’ll see soon enough if they have what it takes. There’s a damn good reason His Honor the Mayor is afraid to go in there. Given the sick twisted things that Dargentu and Anvengen were, it’s hard to believe there’s a single good thing in there.”
“On the other hand, three of them did live through the play. Maybe they’re tougher than they look. Still, it’s the acting that’s bothering me. What’s their motivation? They’ve become heroes, and they’re going to risk all of that breaking into the Mayor’s private storage? Even if it were safe in there, it’s a dangerous plan.”
“I wonder if that Council agent’s still in there. Could get real interesting for everyone”
Arriving at her destination, Crosael withdrew another of her keys, unlocked her door, and entered her bedroom for a few hours of well-deserved sleep. As always, she locked the door behind her, believing that one can never be too vigilant. There were many eyes in the mansion, after all, and she only knew where some of them reported to.
pt.2 of the Knot = +3000 Xp