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A skeletal looking raven landed near the cave entrance and dropped a rolled up parchment on the ground. It flapped away leaving dirty feathers floating in the air. Gimli knew it was from Stygian. He detested the sickly looking servants the mage often used to carry out his menial tasks, but he was been a good business partner, so Gimli tended to tolerate them.
Gimli unrolled the parchment and quickly scanned the document.
"Gim, the first individual you asked to be brought to justice has fallen to the executioner. I am proceeding to make arrangements for the next criminal. I will meet with our middle man soon to discuss the details."
-Stygian
Gimli pursed his lips in satisfaction. The first punishment had been dealt. Having been treated so unfairly, with a Rofirein present, was nearly more then he could bear. The humiliation and disregard for law and order was sickening. If he had been put on trial he was assured of exoneration. Hunting an evil necromancer was no crime. Over time though, the balance would be made whole again, he was sure of that. An eye for an eye...
He leaned back and propped his feet up on one of the stones encircling the small fire in front of him and let his thoughts drift. Stygian was mysterious, even after all of the many years they had been in business together. He was sure the mage was involved in some type of shadowy organization, and it might be time for Ol' Gim to dig into it a little more. The endless supplies of weapons, armors, and enchantments they manufactured were going somewhere, and Gimli was sure being put to use. The coin was good, but it might be prudent to make sure they were not upsetting the balance...