The young man pulled his hood down further, and re-sheathed his two gleaming iron blades. He rose from his chair and walked swiftly into a back room, where two figures were seated in the shadows. Moonlight poured in from a high window, washing half of the room in the milky light.
“I've come to take up your...offer.” the young man said.
One of the seated figures leaned into the light. He had a dark, full beard and a bald head. Piercings decorated his angular face.
“You are well known down here in the undercity.” the man said, “Ironhollow’s most...decorated assassin.”
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