The fake Marco scowled and shifted his weight on the sofa. "Why should we risk our studentship for a blind mission? No matter how much silver you pay us, the compensation will never be enough. Getting caught means immediate expulsion and the destruction of our careers."
"You are misunderstanding the assignment," Chenric corrected, swirling the dark wine in his cup. "You simply have to create a distraction somewhere on the grounds. My people on the inside will take care of the actual breakout. Neither of you will be directly involved with the extraction itself."
Solomon raised a hand and pointed a single finger directly at the owl hovering over his shoulder. "Do you realize this drone broadcasts my every single move to the world? Everything we do is live-streamed."
