The shroud figure watched as a black clad man with a hood pulled down over his eyes made his way off the road and into the thicket


" I came as soon as you called for me my liege" The black clad man bowed his head low

" It seems that things are not going as planned, Those damn Yew monks seem to have the faith of every tavern from here to the end of time even if mine is cheaper then theirs" The shrouded figure said in a matter of fact tone.

The black clad figure nodded to his master

"It would be most unfortunate if their warehouse were to burn to the ground" he smiled at his master

"Aye, indeed it would" The shrouded man responded

He vanished from site and the black clad figure did likewise before he stealthed back toward Yew.