Kelvaron sat down in his inn room. Thompson had promised the finest accomidations, and he had not lied. His job that day had been a success, although perhaps not the most glorious. Executing a halfling in a muddy stable is not the most exciting job, but it lead to future contracts... the dwarf, Kaerngully, has increased his opperation, or so it would seem. He has assembled an entire team... and this time, his job was a bit more exciting. No petty book forging... A real job. Taking out a halfling who had disappeared with a parcel of diamond dust. Of course, Kel had caught him at... one of his less fine moments. But the job was done just as asked, and payment was recieved. Now, Kel was anticipating the teachins of Mikhail, the dwarven assassin he would be working with.