.... Simply name your price." "Excellent." Faddius gleamed.

Rolling Out

Arganthus witnessed the dark haired man clamber out of Faddius' place. He needed to duck to keep from smashing his head on the overhead support stones. The dark haired man, called Tajor Arganthus believed, pulled the hood from his cloak and drew it up over his head as he rounded to the far side of Faddius' chamber. Tajor moved like a man on a mission.

Arganthus decided to follow him since getting information, particularly the type that is meant to be kept secret, is easier when someone is alone.

That all changed as a thick black smog began to roll out of Faddius' chambers...

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