Moon had taken Frey out on a hunt for this very moment.
The instant he saw the tracking rune hidden inside the staff's inscription, Moon had begun planning for a scenario exactly like this.
Every decision after that point had been calculated. The invitation to hunt together, the words coming out of his mouth, the willingness to let Frey walk beside him and observe his fighting, all of it was bait.
And Frey who had been playing it safe, had taken it without question.
The Runesmith had grown complacent near the end. He believed his experience as a veteran gave him the upper hand over a fresh Evolver. He believed the tracking rune had gone undetected.
He believed the sleeping poison mixed into the beef jerky had done its job.
He had decided to risk everything in a single play, and in doing so, set the stage perfectly for Moon.
When the heaviness first crept into Moon's limbs back inside the crevice, he had recognized it immediately.
