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Adron Zahra yawned, leaning back in his chair so it tipped back on two legs. He felt it was far too early to be up, but he had a client who insisted on meeting only in the wee hours of the morning before the usual bustle of people awoke. His daughter, Fletcher, was on the floor beside him, playing with the ragged, patchwork, one-eyed doll that she refused to let go of.

There was a sharp knock on the door, immediately followed by the latch clicking out of place. In stumbled a cloaked figure, who shut the door and put the lock into place. Many of Adron's visitors did this, most of them with the sentiment that a small rusty lock will protect them from whatever pursuer they were paranoid about. This particular one screamed paranoia, as well as fear, urgency, and overall anxiety. As for the stumbling, the cloak they were wearing looked as if it could swallow them tenfold, with the heavy hems dragging along the ground in a pool around them. Adron set his chair back down on all four feet, leaning forward to rest his elbows upon his desk.

"Good morning," Adron greeted. Their only response was to shuffle around in their cloak, produce a pouch that clinked with gold, and drop it onto the desk. Inside, Adron lit up, but had to retain his poker face for the client, though beside him, Fletcher peeked over the desk out of curiosity.

"I need information on someone," they stated, a small hint of nerves under their pseudo-confidence. Adron chuckled. "That's what I'm good at, so I guess you've come to the right place." He could feel his new client give him a sharp glare from under their hood. He held up his hands as if to apologize and allow them to continue. "I need to know what the Monarchs are planning." This was a new one for Adron, and he raised his eyebrow. 'Monarchs' implied more than just their lovely demon queen Solaris. The cloaked figure continued on, "There's been talk of a rift opening up over the mountain to the south and I have reason to believe that the recent Meeting of the Monarchs discussed that."

While Adron had heard mentions of this "rift", no one had ever outright questioned him for information about it, nor had anyone given him any. The beastman mercenary he had sent to collect information from that very meeting had instead went frolicking through the fields and returned with nothing. "I hate to say this, but I don't have anything more than the whispers you probably already heard on your way here. This rift is a bit of a rumor and there's no solid information surrounding it." He paused and eyed the bag of gold sitting on his desk before adding, "As for what the monarchs are planning, I've heard that they're split. Some want to assimilate the humans, others want to push them back to extinction. I feel another war approaching if they can't come to terms over the matter." The client fell silent, contemplating the information, no doubt. Adron waited to provide more information, but the client seemed to nod, mutter a quick "thank you," and leave just as suspiciously as they had come.

Adron stared at the door for a moment and Fletcher stood up to inspect the bag still resting on the desk. "They gave you a lot of money, Papa, but you didn't tell them very much," the little girl commented. Her father nodded, still wondering what stroke of luck he had to manage that.




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Since his first client this morning, Adron hadn't had another well-paying soul grace his doorstep. That was, until the assassin walked in without so much as a knock. Adron briefly wondered why he even had a door to begin with, only to remember the cold that seemed to creep throughout the dreary Demon Kingdom. The thought made the half-demon shiver, or was it possibly his latest guest that brought the chill in?

"Jin," Adron replied coolly with an amused smirk. "It's not every day that someone of your prestige crosses my threshold." He glanced down to the bag of gold. For being an extraordinarily slow day, his coffers were filling up quite nicely.

"Anything for my best paying client." A line Adron learned early on made people more willing to pay for his information and used to address almost all his clients, but sincerely meant for the assassin. Being the Demon Queen's personal assassin sure meant more gold than one probably knew what to do with. "I actually just recieved a little tidbit about some suspicious elves along the edge of 'iilhi and Neutrum Pax. I would hate for them to be plotting to jump some poor travelling peddler, don't you agree?" Phrased like a concern rather than a leak so no one could say he told the assassin to go off on soldiers from another kingdom.

Fletcher's eyes widened slightly at the second bulky bag to be placed on the desk, her thoughts rushing through all the sweets she would ask for later. "Hi Mister Snow Demon," the little girl replied quickly, anxious to go shopping once her father decided to "call it a day."




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