Rhychard knelt behind a thick oak, the cloak he had found in his father’s garage a week or so back hiding him from prying eyes, the Guardian Sword and iron swords strapped to his back and out of sight. He had also selected to wear his brace of throwing knives, just on the off chance something did go awry tonight. He preferred to be over-prepared as to under.
On the other side of the cemetery, Kree sat on his haunches, tongue lolling as he kept an eye on the skies. Once Rhychard left the Murky Cauldron, he made sure Renny was safely locked in his condo with Famallumi as the Warrior discussed with Kree what the witches intended at the cemetery. The coshey agreed that they needed to provide protection while the coven performed their ceremony. :It is still too soon from the Unseelie’s defeat to be safe from retaliation. The witches will be targets for sure.: