*Arkolio, sitting at his mahogany desk in the opulently appointed Vault headquarters, listens to one of his under-captains run through events of the week in Vehl. There is the usual litany - thefts, bribes, stand-overs, beatings, rapes, arsons ... and murders. The last cause him to glance up briefly from his copy of 'Xeenite Priestesses of the Month' that, until then, had demanded most of his attention.*
"Murders? Had it really come to that? A dead man can repay no debts you know. Tell me, they owed us how much?"
"M'Lord. 'Twas not us that ordered the murders. 'Twas someone indep- ... indepi- ... someone not us."
*Full attention now. The Xeenite tome placed face down on Priestess Decilar.*
"Not us?"
"No M'Lord."
"No-one wanting in ... trying to make an impression?"
"If so, they ain't come forth and said nothin' M'Lord."
*A long pause*
"Well, we can't have that can we? Find out who it is and bring them in."