In the opulent silence of Don Khan's private study, there was this tension that created a sudden, dark but clear atmosphere as the Swordsman entered.
Don Khna knew that for the Swordsman to come to him without completing the task, there must have been an issue. He felt that the assassin had wanted an increase in his contractual pay.
Don Khan sat behind his obsidian desk, a tumbler of aged whiskey untouched before him. Lyth stood by the wall, arms crossed, watching the assassin with wary eyes.
"You're back," Don Khan said flatly. "Where is the girl?"
Looking at the Swordsman and waiting for a reply, but there was so much he wanted to know.
"Or have you gotten my wallet without the need for bloodshed?"
The Swordsman bowed slightly, his expression unreadable beneath his dark hood.
"Kalisa's location was confirmed. I had her within reach. But I did not kill her, and I did not get your wallet."
Don Khan's eyes narrowed. "Is that what you came here to tell me? Explain."
