She didn't elaborate. She didn't need to. They both knew what the preparations were.
The Church of Unbinding had sent more than just assassins into this raid. There were others, scattered among the different groups, in different parts of the valley and not working on the quests, but working on something larger. Something that would ensure the Church's message spread across the region, something that, if it worked, would prevent the Allied Worlds from searching for their leader, and something that could actually bring them to new levels of power.
"Heh." A sliver of a smile touched Rook's lips. "Imagine the reward. The Progenitor himself will honor us for cutting the head off this bastard."
"The reward only comes if he dies. He's high level. We will need to be fast and silent if we want to kill him. I don't have to remind you that if he wakes up, we are dead, right?"
They moved on, slipping past the sleeping forms of Seraphine's Spriggans and Aldric's Sun Chasers.
