"Come in." The woman's tone was more arrogant all of a sudden.
Merlin walked into the room, closing the door behind him before approaching. He glanced at the inside of the room, but nothing really caught his eye.
The room consisted of a large desk that was covered in various stacks of paper, a throne-like chair where a certain horrible human being was sitting, as well as two long couches sat beside a long table that had several fresh cups of tea and coffee on it.
"What a surprise, you finally show up after a week." Madame Hartlace ranted, "The oracle promised me that you were the best assassin that money could buy, so why is it that you're here and Elwood Jenmier is still alive?"
"He was there, at the trial, with his stupid smug grin." She continued. "Had I not been prepared with a backup plan, I would have been executed."
