The well-dressed gentleman stopped at the end of the walkway and looked at the simple home at the end. He tugged his traveling coat closed and frowned slightly. Letting out a quick breath, he walked down the path to the front door. He glanced at the windows before finally knocking on the door. After a few moments, he heard the latches on the inside sliding against the wood and the door started to open. Inside, an older man with braided hair peered out.
“Yes?”
“May I speak with Braghaman Larethian?”
“Depends. Who’s asking?”
“I represent someone from the city who wants to propose a business offer.”
“Really?” Braghaman asked, opening the door wider and revealing the mace in his hand. He crossed his arms and...