Devil's Trill

"'She' has plans set in stone involving all of us, and they started the moment Mr. Pawn arrived, so do prepare yourselves for the tide's shift." 

Ms. Knight wildly raised her hand as she grasped the subtle undertones in his words, seeking confirmation. 

"Wait, wait, wait! Are we finally goin' public, Mr. Player?!"

Public.

That word lit the room on fire. It electrified it, igniting a spark of anticipation in everyone present. 

Even Mr. Rook couldn't help but crack a smile.

Emir's grin was the widest, as he knew how much he would gain from such a thing. 

If her words were true, then that meant their help was now possible, not just in item or information exchanges, but actual help in combat from presumably Archon-ranked beings. 

His heart—all of theirs—pounded with the promise of something extraordinary unfolding with them at its center.

"Correct."