Hildigrim’s gaze lingers on Hex a moment too long, his expression shifting in silent protest — cautious, then troubled, and finally horrified. How could she cast such a stone so freely, when its ripples might drown the Lord Regent himself? If that man fell, what hope would Phlan have left in the short term?
He catches Hex’s eye at last, forcing his features back into something more neutral, though the effort leaves his jaw tight. Turning toward Glevith, he folds his hands behind his back, the very picture of a Watcher weighing his words.
“What we really know,” he says carefully, “is that a great many innocent people are still trapped inside these walls. Every hour we delay, the slaughter grows. If you can put your contacts to work — to move families, elders, and children quietly out of the city — you’ll be doing more for Phlan’s survival than any whispered intrigue. Without that, we’ll be left with a bloodbath, and little else. We only just managed to rescue a cage full of folk who were destined to be sacrificed to the beast.”
Auriel nods along with Hex and Hildigrim's replies, then directs a question toward Glevith. "There's no way out through usual means, but what about the unusual ones? The Cult struck from the sewers — if they could move their forces through them, so could we. Unless they're still infested. Aya mentioned the catacombs as well. What else do you know of Phlan's hidden ways? Anything that could be turned to our use?"
Hildigrim’s gaze lingers on Hex a moment too long, his expression shifting in silent protest — cautious, then troubled, and finally horrified. How could she cast such a stone so freely, when its ripples might drown the Lord Regent himself? If that man fell, what hope would Phlan have left in the short term?
He catches Hex’s eye at last, forcing his features back into something more neutral, though the effort leaves his jaw tight. Turning toward Glevith, he folds his hands behind his back, the very picture of a Watcher weighing his words.
“What we really know,” he says carefully, “is that a great many innocent people are still trapped inside these walls. Every hour we delay, the slaughter grows. If you can put your contacts to work — to move families, elders, and children quietly out of the city — you’ll be doing more for Phlan’s survival than any whispered intrigue. Without that, we’ll be left with a bloodbath, and little else. We only just managed to rescue a cage full of folk who were destined to be sacrificed to the beast.”
Auriel nods along with Hex and Hildigrim's replies, then directs a question toward Glevith. "There's no way out through usual means, but what about the unusual ones? The Cult struck from the sewers — if they could move their forces through them, so could we. Unless they're still infested. Aya mentioned the catacombs as well. What else do you know of Phlan's hidden ways? Anything that could be turned to our use?"
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