Mark entered the private room and saw the three others already inside.
"Sit," he said curtly, taking the seat closest to the door.
The rest of them gathered around the round table. The large man took the last swig of his drink, then set the empty bottle down on the floor.
"What do you mean we've got a job from the king himself?" asked the hooded woman with golden eyes. Her tone was laced with excitement—after all, a job from the king meant a hefty reward—but there was also a note of suspicion. A request from the king himself was never simple.
"Just like I said," Mark began, looking at them with a serious gaze. "We've been assigned a task by the king. I met with King Aethor personally, in his throne room."
He paused before continuing. "But I have to be honest with you. This job is odd. I don't know how difficult it will be."
