End to a Grim Cycle

'I must say your people are quite competent, Drystan Allaric.'

Iorwerth continues setting the triggers, having already decided to finish everything once and for all. He had been doing this sort of stuff for a long time, more than enough that he could probably do it in his sleep. That's just as well, too, for it allows Iorwerth to focus on a more pressing matter.

He's been having the creeping suspicion that someone's coming. 'Might be those people from earlier. How bothersome.' He figures it'll be for the best to act oblivious in the meantime. 

And so, Iorwerth keeps setting the wires. 

'Damn those imbeciles making me do all the work.' He gathers that whoever's following him is about eight yards away now. His hearing has always been sharp enough to pick up the sound of approaching footsteps. 'Wait, just one interloper? Well.'