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[forsaken_bard]

The dark curtains surrounded the main atrium of the building. It is still over an hour till the scheduled time, but it would likely all be over by then. Asmodean's dark eyes flick about. Lanfear is sitting calmly, and the bait for this trap, the tiny redhead is sitting off, green eyes glazed and empty from the Compulsion in her mind in a chair in

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[nights_daughter]

"You are fidgeting," Lanfear observes.

Not that it's any change from normal. Asmodean was always twitchy, and taking on the Champion of the Shadow is... ambitious, to say the least. But the man knows who they have in their control, and does not know for certain who he is even dealing with. Two Chosen linked, male and female, are easily a match for Ishamael. It will be over quickly.

[forsaken_bard]

Asmodean threw an irritated glance at Lanfear. This whole affair made him nervous. They ought to be a match for Ishamael, but it worried him. No one has ever seen Ishamael pushed truly to his limits, and this bothered him. His potential is known, but the man is wily and dangerous.

"I will be calm when this is finished and Ishamael is dead."

[nights_daughter]

"Which is more likely to happen if you are calm and focused."

Honestly, what kind of Aes Sedai was the man before he forsook the title? She rolls her eyes delicately.

"He can hardly suspect what he faces, even if he does realise this may be a trap."

[forsaken_bard]

He was going to live forever, and one did not do so by taking unnecessary risks. This was not an easy matter for him, but he would persevere. He was not sure how Lanfear could be so calm. Ishamael was one of the strongest channelers to have ever lived. They were stronger linked, it was true, but who knew what dark and terrible tricks Ishamael was saving?

"I know."