Oh, thank God they're going to Plan B. Exactly what Howard said way back at the start. Although right now he's seriously regretting hoping for any excitement. The smell of rotting flesh and fresh blood can do that to a person.
He comes forward and lowers his head demurely, falling easily into his role as servant now that lives are on the line. "So we'll wager the extra container. And what shall I ask the Countess to wager, Mistress? And shall I tip my hat to her?"
He's already planning what to do when he gets to the Countess' box. He knows which Advisor has it, so now it's just a matter of getting in, out and back. Even with his oversized robe he probably won't be able to hide the Orb for long, given its size, so he's hoping Anwei's willing to hide it either in her dress or hat as soon as he gets it safely back to the box.
Right now, he really wishes he weren't wearing traffic cone orange as he goes to do this.
Re: THE ARENA
He comes forward and lowers his head demurely, falling easily into his role as servant now that lives are on the line. "So we'll wager the extra container. And what shall I ask the Countess to wager, Mistress? And shall I tip my hat to her?"
He's already planning what to do when he gets to the Countess' box. He knows which Advisor has it, so now it's just a matter of getting in, out and back. Even with his oversized robe he probably won't be able to hide the Orb for long, given its size, so he's hoping Anwei's willing to hide it either in her dress or hat as soon as he gets it safely back to the box.
Right now, he really wishes he weren't wearing traffic cone orange as he goes to do this.