William slipped out of sight just as Brian passed by, but a nagging thought refused to leave him alone.
"Isn't this a good time to kill him?"
The mission was clear enough: kill Brian. Now, with only the two of them in this underground chamber, the Lich chained and silent, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.
As far as William could tell, nobody had seen them come down here. There was no one nearby to witness anything that might happen.
But William hesitated. He had started to move, intent on finishing the job, when the Lich reached out to him again.
It wasn't speech, not exactly. The Lich sent a pulse of energy, as it had before, and William understood the message clearly enough: now was not the time.
"Maybe it knows something I don't?" wondered William.
There could be magical traps in the room, or worse. If William stepped in, he might end up caught himself, or ambushed by someone Brian had hidden away. There were too many unknowns.
