Wrast exits the Royce manor quickly looking for an answer for the king. Fenthwick's insight on the poison reminded him of a job long ago, about a life long ago. The man inside the noble house next door, a secret front for the Slayer's brotherhood, reaches out to stop the ex-assassin from entering the home. His mistake was thinking that the Elvin assassin had lost a step, by the time he placed his hand on Wrast's shoulder he found himself grasping his own neck trying desperately to massage his windpipe into place while struggling for air. Wrast without breaking stride walks into the back room, his two daggers he always carries already out as he places them on a side table just inside the room. 'I'm here to make a deal, I need an antidote dosage for her poison and I need it now Joxster.' The halfling at the head of the table placed his silverware down and looked up from his brunch. 'Wrast? So ... interesting to see you, but you told us to fuck off did you not. Hell you even did one last job to wipe the slate clean, and now you come back asking for something you know I can't give you for free. Plus, what did you tell me when you left? Oh yea I believe it was something like.. The halfling crime boss extended air quotes as he mimics Wrast's voice. 'I'm in love Joxster and I gotta stop for her so give me an out.' 'Yes I know and I have not changed those feelings but I need this her friend, my friend needs this.' 'Oh you silly fucking elf nothing is free and if you expect me to cross her you better be willing to pay.' 'I know, trust me I know.' Wrast grabs the piece of paper from the stubby fingers of the halfling and takes the quill. He jabs the quill into his waist and the tool drew forth some blood. He puts pen to paper and in a flowing motion signs his name. In Wrast's head he now hears that they have it under control. The elf swears under his breath 'Fuck'. 'Look forward to seeing you around again, my boy.' The halfling slides a vail to Wrast, which he takes and turns to return quickly. 'Oh she is going to love to hear you are back, she never has gotten over you.'
