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[Lurking Shadow]

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The cloaked figure sits motionless in the back corner of the tavern, waiting and watching. As the courier enters, he is motioned over.

"You have made all the deliveries? Each in person?"

"Nay, I have two I have been unable to deliver." The courier hands back the two sealed parchments.

"I would have been surprised if you had found the Regent in person. This other one would have been nice, but tis no matter. I am sure enough will turn out that are interested in the box."

"The box?"

"Aye. I suppose you may now know that what you delivered were invitations to an auction to be held at the next moon, selling off a special box. A box that can give the owner control over the life or death of a man. A man people either love or despise."

The courier shifts uncomfortably in his seat as the figure reaches into a pocket of the cloak and pulls out a sizable pouch. "Gold to take back to your family as I promised."

The courier's spirits lighten at the wieght of the pouch as he takes it in his hands. This was more than he had anticipated.

"Now if you are interested I have one more job for you." The dark figure leans across the table and whispers to the lad....