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Meanwhile, Sir Carnarez, lurking in Paradellus like an elephant in the room, kept a close watch on Deus and her entourage. The order he was carrying out was exceedingly simple — eliminate the target if anything untoward were to befall his Lady. Dismal Sky, Hegemony, Dawnsteel... He had no certainty that he would survive a clash with the valiant warriors of Kanamia, nor with the other guests of the celebration, but the notion of glory was absent from his portfolio — the continent's finest assassin was required only to complete the task, not to cling to life. Revaniel was already familiar to him — it was she who had brought the Silent Terror to the doorstep of his Lady's home, for what purpose? Unknown. As was the mirror she had gifted. Merely a present? A charm? A source of future woes? Irrelevant — Dismal Sky had seen fit to remove that variable from the equation. The suspicious mercenary is strong, but in today's game he is not a piece on the board. The Crimson Blade — has no interest in battle; the safety of her mini-lord matters more to her than Deus's fate. Moon Shadow likewise. The Golden Tower — a source of uncertainty, motives indeterminable. Justice is indecisive, will hesitate and pose no threat in the short term. The Wind is young and inexperienced, but well trained — she will most likely not tarry in nocking an arrow, unless paralyzed by the absence of a nod from her lord. Catharsis — a coin toss at best; if she reaches for her sword, she will need to be dealt with swiftly.
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The mission continues.