"Are you sure you saw him?" a gruff voice asked from the shadows.
Seated inside a small, dimly lit chamber, a tall and intimidating young man occupied the only wooden chair in the room.
Before him was a small table, filled with a stack of parchment. Beside it sat an ink bottle and a feather quill.
Across from the tall intimidating young man stood a lean young man dressed in a dark brownish robe. Fastened on his belt were two short spears, gleaming faintly in the candlelight.
"Yes boss, I saw him with my own eyes. I even trailed him to make sure I was not mistaken," the young man responded with a firm, confident voice.
Listening to this report, the intimidating young man knocked on the wooden table periodically, lost in deep thought.
'Is it possible our men failed to kill him?' he thought, knitting his brow in concentration.
'But that should be impossible. They are one of our best teams, and it should not be possible for a single person to take them down alone.'
