“Reporting.”

The man, in his latter 30’s, clearly not startled, looked up from the papers before him to the one who had just appeared without a sound. The slightly muscled man in a dull colored shirt with only a light armor breastplate strapped to the right and another strap over his left shoulder down to his lower right which held his sheathed sword. He didn’t look like one you would peg for having a skill synonymous to an assassin.

“What is it?”

“The one the former mayor had met was a young teen. Speculation was he may have been some young noble but upon further questioning it was highly likely he is a young hunter.”

“We had no notice of a noble coming here. In any case as you sure he is the very same the spy had seen at the docks?”

“Yes sir.”

“…Hmm” He looked like one in thought.

“I have a question. Are we not reporting this?”

“It was Grenjad’s own foolishness to have done something like that but it made it easier taking over … I would have love to kept it under wraps. But t