"This is a secret," the errand boy whispered, motioning all three women to draw closer.
As the small group clustered around the barrel where Kel sat, the boy began a dramatic retelling of the ferocious storm on Serin's underworld.
Apparently, in the wee hours of the morning, an army of masked assassins appeared out of thin air, conveniently at all the underworld's major holds. Silently, they slit unsuspecting throats for an undetermined amount of time until someone managed to alert everyone else.
Once their gory mission was exposed, the assassins began burning any sort of contraband they could find including drugs, blackmail records and forged documents. All the surviving members of the underworld were forced out of their hiding place and into the custody of the officers that had gathered due to the fires.
"How many people died?" Kel asked in a low voice while the two maids gasped in horror.
