"Lord."
The hooded figure knelt down before the seemingly indescript man seated in an office chair. Slim, of average height and looking slightly plain, the middle-aged man seemed completely harmless, but in actual fact he was the most dangerous person in the entire temple.
"Shakes. What's up?"
The Grand Master of Assassins smiled pleasantly, his eyes twinkling as he set them on his subordinate. The hooded figure stiffened, knowing that there was more than meets the eye when it came to Drake Vangorvich. Even when he was smiling, there was something far more dangerous lurking behind that genial expression.
A promise of death, perhaps. For many a victim, that friendly smile was the last thing they ever saw before they died.
