BRR2 Spectator entry

Your Mission

“yes that is why I have called you here, to tell you your mission.” His tattered cape swirled around him as he turned to walk in the opposite direction. “You do know that our enemy is currently holding something of great power in his sweaty little hands, something that was once ours.”
“Yes, my lord.” Custard answered while staring at his toes, not wanting to look into his master’s piercing red eyes.
“But, as I’m sure you know he has only one of two pieces.” The lord continued.
“Yes, my lord.” Custard replied automatically, still fixated on his feet.
“That’s good, but now for the part you do not know, the seconded piece is moving headlong in to our enemies grasp, indeed it seems this tournament was the perfect excuse for them to meet.” The lord said as he enjoyed the sound of his own voice while it echoed through the long empty hall.
“If he gets a hold of both of them then he will-”
“Don’t you think I know!” The lord replied enraged that his knowledge was brought in to question by his lowly henchmen. “However the seconded piece will follower the first any where it might go.” The lord looked down at Custard with hope he had caught the hint, which he had.
“You want me to go and bust Tighty out of Snow’s dungeon, but why ask three years after that psycho bounty hunter caught him!?” Custard asked shocked and confused by the suggestion.
“You see, this is why you’re the henchmen and I’m the overlord.” The lord said proudly. “You don’t think things through if we went the moment it was captured that idiot king’s guards would have been all on edge guarding the prisoner not to mention I know for a fact that bounty hunter has been hanging around the palace.” The lord was quite proud of his genius plan and it should as he spoke on. “But now I bet they have the idea in their head that no one would ever try and invade the palace to take something so powerful, and better yet thanks to the tournament the front gate is open so competitors may enter the arena with in!” The lord was rolling in his own ego as he continued to speak his master plan.
“What about the guards, there are few fighters more ferocious then them.” Custard asked his lord nervously.
“Don’t be afraid to dip into the mustard, Custard.” The lord’s rhyme only amused him. “Now be gone, if you return unsuccessful then we will have to see how long you can last without that hat.” The lord said threateningly as he motioned toward the mass stone doors a good ten minute walk down the hall.
Custard left without a word hoping he would not have to resort to Mustard.