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[forsaken_bard]

Only the sound of footfalls broke the austere silence of the room. White marble coated every surface. The room was piercingly bright, Asmodean's eyes narrowing. The black-clad musician was like a shadow amongst all the room. The only piece of furniture was an ivory velvet couch that Lanfear lounged langorously on. It was so like the woman

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[nights_daughter]

Lanfear tilts her head over the back of the couch at the man. She had rather thought he might stay away once she had the girl, keep his hands as clean as possible. Apparently not. Checking the web of spirit over the child's mind, she sits up elegantly.

"Asmodean."

[forsaken_bard]

If this all went according to plan, there would be no need to keep his hands clean. Crossing his arms firmly, Asmodean inquired a touch harshly. He did not want this going wrong in any way. He stood to gain a great deal from this.

"Are all the preparations made for the ambush?"

[nights_daughter]

"All on my end," she says, raising delicate eyebrows. "The time was clearly specified. He will be early, but we will be earlier."

Oh, it will be satisfying to face Ishamael linked. That much power is always truly incredible.

[forsaken_bard]

Asmodean nodded firmly. To take down Ishamael would be a truly immense affair, and to use that much of the One Power was certainly intense. The fact that no one had even come close to killing them man was worrying, but with as much power as they had combined surely they could not fail.

"Excellent. Mine are also dealt with."

A keen trap for a man who would hopefully be blinded by the need to protect his little paramour. There were risks, and they were but barely acceptable, but he would be one of the most powerful of the male Chosen and he could certainly wait to attempt to bring down Lanfear and Aginor.