"When they play dirty, we'll just have to play dirty right back."
"What's the plan this time?" Toby asked, curiosity piqued.
"Well…" Sylas leaned in and whispered his scheme into Toby's ear. Toby blinked as he listened.
"You always come up with the wildest ideas."
"So, can you handle it?"
"Of course. I've had enough of their antics, anyway."
Toby smirked, eager to give them a taste of their own medicine, even if it meant drawing a little ire.
"Hey! Is anyone out there?" Toby bellowed as soon as night fell. The servant, who had been instructed to attend to anything they wanted short of arranging a meeting with Ray, came hurrying in.
"Yes, sir! What do you need?"
"Got any wine? Something strong, if possible."
"Strong wine? We have some from the Arse region…"
"Bring it here. I'm in the mood for something strong tonight."
"Understood."
