| abstract | - Arothor tossed the messenger a single copper coin. The starved looking beggar boy nodded with a thank you sir and ran off. The dwarf re-bolted the door and settled into a sturdy oaken chair, slipping the letter out from one of his many pockets. The Inn was quiet this late at night; Arothor was the only patron still awake. He lit the wick of a small candle on the centre of the desk and then scanned the letter. It bore the seal of one of the many Stormwind Noble houses; he didn’t recognise this particular seal. Slipping the letter from its envelope Arothor read through it slowly, his dark green eyes darting across the flowing script. The letter was short and swift to the point. It has come to my attention that you are an assassin of some skill. I am in need of such skill at this moment in time. There is a certain rogue noble, a threat to Stormwind that needs to be eliminated. The target’s name is Lashela Alania. She is a spell caster, trained in Dalaran. But I am confident one with your reputation can kill a single mage. Bring proof of her death to the Blue Recluse tavern in the Mage Quarters of Stormwind when she is dealt with, inform the barman of this. He shall complete the transaction with you. Should you accept this task, you will receive fifty gold coins on delivery of proof of death. This contract needs to be carried out soon. You have a fortnight. The letter was unsigned. Arothor read through it a second time and then folded it away into a hidden pocket. Arothor Rockjaw was not one to turn down a contract. Nobles tended to bleed a lot easier than other targets. He smiled to himself, this would be an easy fifty gold coins for him.
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