“Change of plans.” Will said as he arrived in the meeting room where his ‘friends’ were discussing escape routes once the fireworks kicked off.Will had been listening.They’d made contact with Fabron Faefire last night through sheer luck, and riled him up enough that Will was genuinely worriedKyle, Roger, Amy and Bess snapped their mouths shut as Will arrived, placing a map down in front of them that showed the wedding venue.“I have it on good authority that one of the other Lords is going to make an attempt on my life during this event.” Will said. “Now I can’t reveal who it might be but I can tell you his name rhymes with Babron Bae-Flier.”His ‘friends’ stiffened up at the news that Will already knew who was primed to pick a fight with him. He could see the thoughts flickering behind their eyes. How much did he know? Did he know Kyle’s group was involved?“Since you four are my most trusted friends, I must turn to you to protect me.” Will said, muscling back a malicious grin. “So instead of putting you on security on the outer edge, you’ll be my direct bodyguards inside the wedding itself.”Will shifted his finger from the outer courty to the seats directly in front of the stage where the wedding was happening.“And don’t worry for my safety. I’ve arranged for any damage that is done to me to be split amongst the four you.” Will said. “Mark Wyrd was willing to lend a hand, and he is excellent at damage redirection.Will scanned the pale faces and hopeless expressions, just barely forcing back a gale of evil laughter.What could be funnier than making them into meat-shields and throwing them in front of their own ‘clever’ schemes?I think I’ll spare Kyle and the priestess. Kyle needs to feel the weight of his plans crumbling around him inadvertently killing his own men. And I can’t wait to watch the priestess of Granesh blame herself after half-reviving (...)