Knowing he couldn't let his mission fail, his hand trembled as he hesitated, his fingers inches away from the pill in his pocket. His heart pounded in his chest, the weight of the mission bearing down on him like a leaden weight. This was his last chance, his final opportunity to salvage their plans.
Just as he was about to grasp the pill, a sudden chill shot down his spine, freezing him in place. An arm rested on his shoulder, the touch sending a jolt of fear coursing through his veins. Slowly, he turned around, his eyes widening in shock as he came face to face with the guild master of the Blackthorn guild.
The butler's breath caught in his throat as he struggled to find his voice. Panic surged within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. "W-what's he doing here.." His mind raced, scrambling for a plausible explanation. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stammered, "I-I, uh..."
