Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

“and what did you do to them?” they could have poked and prodded gently at the question until it came into the light – now was not the time. just because they held more than a little fondness for circular conversations and half-truths didn’t mean they couldn’t get to the point of things when it mattered. there was petty, and then there was the reality of dealing with nemisis.

“i don’t disagree.” renard did not move as donovan got to his paws. “but we have no allies, and limited options. if they come in the same numbers, we have a fair chance of putting an end to their leadership right there, but that that will drive the rest into more of a frenzy.” cut the head off a snake, and there was still venom in the teeth. it would die eventually – but what would it do in the meantime? “so we talk, or we move. but the first didn't go so well for you last time, did it?"

and it wouldn't again, if nemisis was involved. but that was none of their business.

“i suppose that’s what you’re the grandmaster for, isn’t it? the hard decisions?“ renard smiled faintly. they were just the enforcer, in the end. no matter what they thought of donovan’s choice, it was where their teeth would be applied.