The cowled figure silently approached the old building located close to the dark alley's dead end, time-eaten robes flowing around him in a black cloud of cloth.
He raised his empty eye-sockets, his unseeing glare resting on the sturdy wooden door.
"Hm. I am pleasantly surprised it's still standing, despite my absence. Now, let's make sure Mr. Goodman and his men remember our arrangement...as well as verify if any of my associates survived."
Of an Alhoon and his artifacts...
