None of the men spoke.
The cold wind moved between them, carrying the smell of wet stone and distant pine.
Danton's smile widened as he continued, "That is why you will not allow him to see you in the day you will spent on this mission. You will follow the plans as we already prepared, remain outside every perception and wait until the household is divided. Once the principal threats are drawn away, you will enter, take the women and leave behind enough confusion to delay pursuit. I do not care how many servants, guards or bystanders must disappear to preserve success of this mission within the coming days."
The scarred man nodded. "Understood."
Danton lifted one finger, and six tiny points of golden fire appeared above his palm.
