In a room with no windows, lit by candle light, a man clenched a report in disgust.
"That filthy little wench. How dare she go and get married to an elf of all things. I won't stand for it. I will have to drag her back here and beat her into her defiant little head where it is that she belongs."
He was interrupted by a knock at the door. After crunching up the report, he threw it across the room and told the servant to enter.
"Sir, we have received word from the Raven Mercenaries."
"What of it?"
"They have obtained the package you requested."
The man smiled to himself and ordered his servant to retrieve the package immediately. It seemed his luck had turned around. He would need to pay those Ravens a little more for their service.
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Just as Eva began to relax in the small room, lit only by a single candle, the door opened loudly, banging against the wall. The foul breath smelling man walked in and glared at her.
