"He is here," the woman said simply.
The door swung open.
Inside, seated behind a scarred wooden table, was the guild master, wearing a black cloak that hid his face.
"So," the man drawled, leaning back in his chair. "Not everyone can use that password. I wonder… where have you heard of me?"
"I believe that doesn't matter. What matters is how much I can give you—and what I want from you." The man pulled out a sack of gold coins and set it on the table.
The guild master chuckled, nodding.
"Right. It doesn't matter where you heard of me. What is it that you want?"
"I want you to kill someone for me," the man answered, his voice firm and unwavering. Clearly, it wasn't his first time making such a request.
"What?"
"You heard me. There is someone I want dead."
"Who…?"
"He is currently residing at the royal palace."
