Chapter 4

Conspirator

Vizier Arondil sat in his opulent personal quarters, enjoying a fine meal of beef and bread, when a knock came a his door.

“Enter,” he said, and the huge marble doors slowly slid open as a page stepped in. He approached the foot of Arondil’s chair and bent to one knee.

“Excellency, I bring news,” he stuttered out.

“I trust this news is good?” he asked, not really listening.

“I fear to say no, my lord. Our agent in Balmora has not heard from the bounty hunter, I fear he has fallen to the assassin.”

“You don’t say? Very well, begone,”

“Yes, my lord.” The page then stood and quickly exited the room.

Arondil mused to himself, I certainly did pick a resourceful cats paw this time. Evading even an Argonian, Arondil allowed himself a secret smile, The game gets interesting now.

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