''Your Holiness, the assassin failed.'' The cloaked man knelt to a figure hidden in the shadow. He awaited the figure's command.
''Well, the assassin guild is useless.'' The figure commented in a tone laced with disappointment. The tone betrayed no hint of gender.
'What a relief.' The figure felt differently inwardly.
''Any news on the assassin sent to Dragonvile kingdom?'' the figure asked, genuinely hoping for a piece of good news.
''None came back.'' The cloaked man answered curtly, his tone filled with respect for the figure hidden in the shadow.
''Sigh…'' The disappointment was evident in the sound.
A tense silence filled the room before the figure in the shadow finally spoke.
''You can leave.''
Blue glow covered the kneeling-cloaked man's form as he teleported. In those words.
