As Herald walked down the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing faintly, Cedric called out from behind him.
"Herald!" Quickening his pace, Cedric caught up, falling into step beside him.
Cedric leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "What's this deal with Jareth about Arkanos? I thought we planned to deal with him at Baron Malkier's daughter's wedding. Assassinating him there would be ideal since we won't have to confront his holy abilities head-on."
He glanced around before continuing in an even quieter tone. "And don't forget, those people we've been dealing with—they want his body intact. We can't afford any missteps if we're to hand it over in the best condition possible."
Herald's lips curled into a sly smile. "Of course, that's still the plan."
Cedric's brows furrowed. "Then what was all that with Jareth?"
Herald chuckled lightly. "Let's just say, sometimes you have to lie to stay on the good side of those who need to be lied to."