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Alaundril Do'Rhett · Seasoned Veteran Joined: 19 Oct 2007 Posts: 330

Patience was a virtue that that Alaundril never seemed to grasp in his centuries of life. It was trying for him this last year, hearing so many with such ambitions. From the Matron's loathing of the Lotus ninjas to a Lich Lord's search for domination of Malas. The drow could only shake his head as he walked into his tavern in the desert known as the "Double Dagger".
Mr. Narshan was seated behind the desk, making a few final notes before closing up for the day. The old man looked at Alaundril and smirked as he dipped his quill into the inkwell.
"You look like hell...especially with that silly bear cloak thing of yours."
"I had to improvise when I was stuck in the cursed mountains with the blasted snow blinding me..."
"Oh."
"Things have not gone as I intended. Several of our important associates have disappeared. Including Kinn, which troubles me the most."
"Kinn? That is a concern. He was seldom seen by anyone let alone caught. The Boss is away on business. Something about his Mother. " Mr. Narshan looked down and continued writing, as if expecting something from the Assassin.
"I see. We are moving operations. I expect the shop to be packed up by tomorrow so we can move to our new and permanent home in the North. The Lycans secured a base of operations for us. The sooner we can slip from sight in these parts the better."
"Indeed old friend. The time has come. I will see to it that the help gets everything organized and ready for the move."
Alaundril handed Mr. Narshan a letter sealed with a Crimson :S:.
"See to it that Bae gets this."
Mr. Narshan nodded and set the envelope aside, not breaking his work as he did so. Alaundril made his way upstairs to gather a few things for his round of the North territory and transported himself to Shadowhall. There was much to do. Many had been anticipating his return. The illness and blindness had kept him away for too long. It was time to take stock of his resources. It was time to start seeing what his scouts were made of....