Gav scoffed. "The affairs of another world do not concern me. I don't know how you skip between worlds," He said, "but I don't care. The few Planeswalkers I've worked with in my time have put native mages to shame and that's what I've called on you." Gav shared no love for Planeswalkers. He felt they were aloof and only cared about entertaining themselves. Still, selfish as they were, they were always powerful and that's what he wanted in this case.

"I'll spare you the basics. You all know what needs to be done, the devil is simply in the details." Gav chuckled. "In short, I don't really give a damn how you get the job done. After its done, you will be rewarded and then you will never set foot in Arussia again." The Planeswalkers knew how politically sensitive such an assassination would be. The most important thing for Gav is that Arussia has plausible deniability, even if the only advantage it gives is Frasc's government scrambling to find the culprits, who are likely to have skipped the Plane, let alone town.

"About two miles west of the castle, there is a sewer that will serve as your entry point. Once you find your way to the castle's dungeon, the rest is up to you." Gav pulled a rolled up map out of his cloak and laid it on the table. It was the layout of the Frascan castle. "You can probably assume that the target is in one of three places." He pointed to the throne room. "If he is here, he is likely there as one of the King's advisors. Take that as you will." He pointed to the castle's east tower. "He likely has quarters in this tower. It's traditionally where the King's advisors have roomed when they stay in the castle." Finally, he pointed to the guard barracks. "Worst case, he'll be here, planning his next move. If that's the case, he'll be surrounded by soldiers with more soldiers at the ready to rush into his defense. Again, take that as you will." He eyed the Planeswalkers. "Any questions?"