In the dark late night hours, a man wandered the streets. Being so late, there weren't many people out and about in that part of town. That made it easy for the man to slink away and enter a windowless warehouse unnoticed.
"You're late…"
As the man entered the place and waved to the guards, he was quickly escorted to the main storage area filled with dozens of huge crates. His demeanor was calm yet confident. "I'm sorry. I was held up with a business matter."
"Well, I hope it was worth my irritation…" Standing under the only light was another man. He was huge, standing two and a half bromes tall. His broad figure was contained by a black cloak and hood. There was a table in front of him with a few items hidden under a cloth. "Are you going to give more excuses or will you man up and get to business? I don't have all night."
"Right. Sir… How may I address–"
