Kothar was crouched within a large clump of bushes, only a few meters away from a pair of soldiers, who were deep in conversation. It had been a few days since he had eliminated the Earl, and things had taken a turn for the worse.
"Who knew things could go to **** so quickly, and here I was, thinking that we were all fine and dandy with the Principality, and then go and declare war on us for murdering some backwater Earl, and we blame them for killing our Colonel Thames? I mean it did happen a few days later, but that strange masked man everyone's talking about didn't look like no Downenish man I've ever seen." One of the soldiers said to his companion, who was currently peering toward the bushes, a torch held high in one hand. Kothar was thankful for the cool breeze that made the flame flicker, and also the fact that the Republic of Nevisse didn't have the funds to issue their soldiers with a Magic Crystal Lamp each.
