~ Hildor ~
You're an imbecile. Stick to the plan. I will contact you tomorrow. If the voice of Mars seemed flustered it was probably at having to put up with Hildor.
~ Ali'Shaun ~
The Circle Leader rubs the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger and looks at the raven-haired Cithara with a glum expression.
"Why do you use him again?" she asks to make conversation. She doesn't really care.
"The Zhentarim. The key. The mage..." he starts counting off on his fingers.
"Radcliff is a landed thief. The key is worthless. The apostate should've been done away with months ago," she answers over top of him. They stare at each other for a few seconds without sharing another word, the assassin with steely defiance, the wizard with growing impatience.
"Do you have the things you require?" he asks her after her eyes flutter to the side. His tone drips with renewed dominance. Cithara had attended him at the Circle Meeting this morning. She knew what he was capable of after the five apprentices imbued their powers into him. Ali'Shaun was being called off to the Rashemen border again to aid Thay in torturing their barbaric neighbors.
A supposedly "random" pick. Ali'Shaun knew better and had been grumpy all morning. Custodian Giomp was getting sick of the Circle Leader's excuses.
"This will give you a chance to strike out, Ali'Shaun." The Custodian wanted whatever Ali'Shaun had been pining after as soon as the apostate and his pitiful band had recovered it.
"Yes, what I have will suffice. What do I do about the wards?" she asks innocently.
"This token will see the wards don't affect you." He hands the assassin wizard a coin she quickly places in her pocket. "I will contact you tomorrow...after I have dealt with the elf."