They had come up with a decent plan, as far as Kre could tell. Admittedly he had no prior experience with situations like this, so he had no baseline for what they should be doing or how they should be doing it. Still, Beleg, Dain, and even Virryn seemed happy with the plan, so he tried to be as well.
Only Grivallt seemed unimpressed with most of what had been decided. He thought it far too dangerous and put far too much risk on his Ylveryan brethren. In the end, the plan hinged on a single concession that Grivallt demanded, that his fellow slaves were free to choose whether or not to participate. They estimated that they needed a handful of critically placed Ylveryans, and at least another dozen or so to act in various roles as needed, so this concession had a good chance of completely derailing the plan.
Virryn wasn’t worried, which meant that Dain and Beleg weren’t worried either. Dain departed for the stands, escorted by Grivallt, for the closing ceremony and after-tournament gathering that had been planned. He needed to be there to see if the Rakshasa would be present and to ensure that the other patrons saw him as a viable buyer for the slaves to be auctioned the next day.
Beleg and Kre were shown the sleeping area in the back of the room they were in. When Beleg offered that they had a perfectly comfortable room back at the Inn, Virryn gently reminded him that the Master preferred that all competitors remained on-site, especially while they still retained his property.
She brought them both a decent dinner, mostly smoked meats and some kind of fruit-laced flat bread and even had a few bites at Beleg’s insistence. As she cleared the dishes, she explained that she would take some time to discuss the situation with some of her closest friends, the ones she expected would support the operation. From there, the word would spread in less detail, and hopefully others would move to join the cause.
Beleg and Kre had their own job to do. Beleg mostly, though he assured Kre that the boy’s job was just as critical. While Beleg was out and about, sneaking through the various passages and scoping out just how well secured this place was, it would be Kre’s job to ensure that if anyone came into the room, they would believe that all three of them were present and accounted for.
That last part was Virryn’s idea. She knew that the Master was as paranoid as he was clever, and had done room checks in the past to ensure that his guests stayed compliant with his rules and were not absconding with his expensive property.
They hadn’t explained exactly how he was to go about doing this, but he figured he would have some time after the lights out call was made to figure it out.
“Lights out,” Virryn called out softly, her head cocked as she listened to a bell chiming from down the hall.
“Time to go,” Beleg said immediately after, gesturing for her to lead the way. “We’re depending on you Kre,” he added, nodding at the boy.