Impulsive, but doesn't mean he can't govern. Still, he's unlikely to be respected, she thinks.

They can leave him alive, initially.

Their three targets here seem to have fairly rigid schedules. They shouldn't be hard to find when the time comes.

Oh, good.

Where to next?

The Chantry? They haven't identified Grand Mother Elthina yet.

Sounds good to Hisame!

Today in the Chantry, they're singing the Canticle of Threnodies, which tells of the creation of the world and the fall of man.

"And So is the Golden City blackened
With each step you take in my Hall.
Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting.
You have brought Sin to Heaven
And doom upon all the world."

...She barely avoids bursting into giggles.

Sounds like life goals, to her.

"Violently were they cast down,
For no mortal may walk bodily
In the realm of dreams,
Bearing the mark of their Crime:
Bodies so maimed
And distorted that none should see them
And know them for men.

Deep into the earth they fled,
Away from the Light.
In Darkness eternal they searched
For those who had goaded them on,
Until at last they found their prize,
Their god, their betrayer:
The sleeping dragon Dumat. Their taint
Twisted even the false-god, and the whisperer
Awoke at last, in pain and horror, and led
Them to wreak havoc upon all the nations of the world:
The first Blight."

An older woman, grey hair pulled into a severe bun, comes down the stairs from above, in fancier robes than the rest and accompanied by two sisters. "-and another petition from the Circle, Grand Mother," one is saying.

Their Grand Mother, good.

And Hisame is rather tempted to stain the halls of these gods...

The Keres wouldn't exactly argue with her if she decided to.

Might be a bit more of a commitment than they'd initially planned. Still, they can play it by ear.

"Do you want to kill her quietly or make a spectacle?"

"Oh - can we make a spectacle? And perhaps have the others found in their beds, quite dead, when they try to rouse the guard captain..."

"That sounds like a fine start."

"Ideally we'll time it as a distraction for the uprising..."

"It's been two days. We should prod Orsino."

"Gently, perhaps, but yes. Appear in person, or have my snake ask him?"

"The snake is probably gentler, if that's a concern."

"Less out of our way, too."

"Also a positive."

"Let me do that, then."

And she steps aside to summon a messenger snake, who'll be able to go to her other snake's side right away, to bother Orsino.

Orsino is technically ready. More time would be better, of course. But his people are prepared and and in position to take control when the opportunity arises.

She relays this to the Keres. "Perhaps tomorrow, darling? As the sun rises would be aesthetic, though that might be dreadfully early..."

"For this, I believe I could wake myself."

"As could I. And we could make an early night of it."