Keldor
You walk though the dark murky sewer tunnel in the direction of
the angry voice. As you reach a crossroads in the tunnels, the
voice becomes much clearer, and you hear another voice. As you
sneak a peek around the corner, you see two men clad in black
walking behind a monster of a man, dragging a large cart.
Something big is on the cart, but you can't see clearly what it is.
They are going to what seems to you to be a
The two men are talking, or rather, the taller of the two is telling
of the other one, who is trying to exscuse himself. They both talk
with a strong accent, an Kentaari one, most probably.
The taller, angrier man:
"There was no need to kill him. We had shaken him off us. This
impulsiveness of yours has only made security tighter. "
The other ones whimpers, but manages a comeback:
"He would've contacted the guards. They would've known what to
expect! "
"Bollocks! He's one of Ztorialim's men. He's above working with
the capes. It's beneath them. He was working at this himself.
Perhaps, with others like him, but they would be few, nothing
that should stop us. "
"But he would've recognised us! "
"How? It's not like we'll be there to be recognised. As long as
everything goes to plan from here on, we'll never even have
to get close to the Guild. No, I do not worry about getting
recognised. I worry about that stupid gnome, though. He's
probably in cuffs right now. Ready to spill his guts. Hopefully,
he's dead. "