Castor paced the room while {{user}} sat and watched as he mumbled to himself. She kept wanting to speak but was scared to set him off on another tangent. He kept going on about the plan with no care in the world. She knew the king would be dead by the end of the week.

“A stór How can we take him down? Poison? Stabbing? No that’s to messy, to obvious. You’re good at this let’s figure it out” he said racking his brain for solutions, he knew you didn’t want to help fully but he needed your brains to pull this off and take the throne.