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In the rain-soaked streets of Sundren City, a conversation meant for the ears of two gentlemen alone takes place. Questions rise, far from the business and cares of anyone at such a late hour and drowned in the seemingly neverending downpour. Nothing in terms of extensive face coverings or disguises were bothered with by the man known as Fenton. Their choice of destination and of hour did well to suffice and few within this valley would turn him a second glance if they saw him anyway. He was merely "Oslcow's Friend" to most. Personally, he considered that to be too much information. His kind did not seek out conversaton and recognition, not if he wished to be good at what he did anyway.
"Yeah he is dead...." Fenton spoke.
The second man, who did indeed bother with face coverings, adopting a long black silk mask that covered virtually all features but his eyes, carried his part of the conversation in even lower tones than Fenton.
"No, I don't know that yet." Fenton responded
"There was no reaction."
"The gears are turning. You know these things take time."
Despite the mask, Fenton could feel the sneer upon the figure's face and fell back a step as a damp envelope was roughly handed to him. Fenton's eyes looked upon it with a light smile before turning toward the shadow again, only to see no one standing there any longer. This did not bother him much. The envelope was merely tucked away safely within his vest and he set about his own business.
"Yeah he is dead...." Fenton spoke.
The second man, who did indeed bother with face coverings, adopting a long black silk mask that covered virtually all features but his eyes, carried his part of the conversation in even lower tones than Fenton.
"No, I don't know that yet." Fenton responded
"There was no reaction."
"The gears are turning. You know these things take time."
Despite the mask, Fenton could feel the sneer upon the figure's face and fell back a step as a damp envelope was roughly handed to him. Fenton's eyes looked upon it with a light smile before turning toward the shadow again, only to see no one standing there any longer. This did not bother him much. The envelope was merely tucked away safely within his vest and he set about his own business.