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A flury of activity livened up the twelve’s tower. Members of the twelve rushed back and forth, scrambling for something – or so it seemed to the stranger in the Adept’s rest.
He calmly snuck into the entryway to the library and leaned up against the wall, a spectator to the desperate scene.
After a few moments a blue opening formed on the east wall revealing a darkened chamber beyond. He could see a small table with a body covered in a drapery laying on it, and an arm dangling to the ground. The arm looked grey and pasty, with swollen lines running up and down it.
An Elf came through the doorway, with an expression of despair and disappointment on his face. The Elf looked up at the man and walked over to him.
Once he stood in front of the man he reached into his robes and pulled out a substantial purse and handed it to the stranger.
“Kailie said this is for you. Your services are no longer required.”
The man took the purse slowly, hefted it up once or twice then tucked it away into his belt and gave the Elf a nod before turning around and departing the area.
‘This was the strangest and easiest assignment the Baldes have ever given me’ he thought to himself as he exited the tower and headed into town. ‘The Aereni are not known to be this…I don’t even know how to describe it to myself. They were both terrified and awed by whomever that was; I wonder what really happened to him.’
Thoughts consumed him as he disappeared into the streets of Stormreach.