Theron chuckled as though waiting to see a good show. He was pretty sure that Elder Lyrah didn't expect this either. She, too, didn't want to target the Nightingale Sect too directly. Otherwise, she would too obviously expose her own scheming.
Now that there wasn't a legitimate reason to target the Sect, things had become more complicated for everyone involved.
"I guess that means that congratulations are in order," Kempe said, with a lot of his edge smoothed away. "I guess I will just have to turn this visit into a welcome party and make a major matter a small one, now won't I?"
Theron's gaze flickered. It seemed this mercenary wasn't as boisterous as he seemed. His gaze shifted over toward the members of the other Sects. The show they had been waiting to watch was clearly over—much to their disappointment.
"Let's go," Theron said, pulling Lyra's hand.
"Hey!" she hissed. "Where are you going?!"
