Torkan slipped in the back door to his house. Avoiding the few servants which he possessed, he slipped up to his room to change clothes. What he wore was fine for working, but in his off time he preferred to wear garments which were more suited to his station in life. When he was dressed, he retired to his library where he could indulge in a snifter of fine brandy. By no means was he wealthy, but he managed to make enough money so that he had been able to buy himself a nice piece of property large enough to require a few servants to oversee it. His land, his servants, his fine clothing all served to allow him to indulge in his fantasy that he was one of the gentry which he so longed to be. Nothing would ever change his heritage though. He'd been born the son of peasants and no matter how fine he dressed, he wouldn't be able to escape that fact.
While he sat in the library, one of his few servants entered, with a filthy looking man close upon his heels. Immediately, Torkan recognized one of his business associates, and he was furious that the man had dared come to his house in person. He dismissed the servant, nonchalantly, and turned his attention to the filthy man who stood before him. His voice was cold as ice as he spoke.
It had better be important for you to come here yourself insteading of sending a message the usual way. Tell me quietly what news you bring and then leave out the back way.
Torkan listened as the man quickly told him that one of their associates had been captured by the tall, strange-looking man who'd accompanied the women. He frowned. He had to get a message across to the two of them....one which they'd be sure to understand and which would succeed in making them forget their search.
As he sipped his brandy, a plan began to form in his mind. An evil smile slowy worked it's way across his face as the details became clearer to him. Finally, he abandoned his brandy, left the library, took his cape as well as his cane, and headed out into the night.
Assassin for Hire