The one clad in strips of black cloth slipped inside the stone window. Before him, sitting on a simple chair, was a man in a crimson cloak. He smiled as the assassin approached him.
“You’ve done it,” the man in the chair said.
The assassin laughed. “Of course. Easiest job I’ve ever taken.”
A sack of coins was tossed through the air. The assassin caught it.
“Count it. You’ll find that the agreed amount is there.”
The assassin simply pocketed it. “I find it unlikely that Kylan, advisor to Naldar, would cheat me out of money.”
“I still like to be completely honest with those I deal with,” the one called Kylan said.
“Is that why you went behind both of their backs?” the assassin asked.
Kylan smirked. “Amarian needed encouragement, needed to know that he had learned enough from Naldar to be welcomed as his son. But, simply telling him that would only make him doubt it. He is peculiar that way. He is his own worst detractor.”
The assassin laughed. “You still hid it from the warlord himself though.”
“Naldar, despite the fact that he is a centaur, believes in a strong sense of honor. He might not show it all the time, but it is still there. He would not go along with this, simply allowing Amarian to win in order to bolster his confidence.”
“Sounds like you’re taking a big risk.”
Kylan nodded. “I am. But the dividends will be worth it. Amarian, as Naldar’s son and heir, will take Nanthrazil in a direction that promises us continued power and prestige. And Naldar, despite all outward appearances, desires Amarian as his son very much. His pride simply does not let him show it. Besides, I would like to think that if Naldar or Amarian ever found out what I have done, that by that time the rewards will be so great that they will not mind my interference.”
The assassin chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a strange one, Kylan You’re one of the few men in this place. The only one in the world that Naldar treats like a friend.”
“There are reasons for that, Creep,” Kylan said, leaning forward. “Just as there are reasons for you being so far from your home. We shall leave it at that, won’t we?”
“If that is what you desire,” the assassin called Creep said. “I myself wish to quit this place. Those wolves of Naldar’s have just about driven me crazy. I cannot sleep when they prowl about. I’m heading to Annoria to pick up some more jobs, hopefully with fewer dogs.”
Kylan nodded and rose. He held out his hand. “Thank you again for your aid.”
Creep shook the advisor’s hand. “I owed it to you anyway, for five years ago. Though I consider that paid now. If you want another job, you pay full price now.”
Kylan shrugged his shoulders. “As you wish.”
Creep turned and left the room through the window he had entered it in. Kylan stared out after him, at the starry night above Nanthrazil.
