"I have a plan, but I need your help."
The page stopped fluttering long enough for Gunter to know it was a request, but not the details. Destin wrapped one arm around Gunter's shoulders and tilted his head, allowing the lighting of the room to reflect as a menacing glint in the hunter's eyes.
"This man needs a fresh body. I know exactly who to bring him. There's this building just outside the main part of town, hard to get to, harder to get in, y'know? It's an illegal gambling den. If it were just the gambling, it wouldn't bother me, but sometimes people disappear. And by people, I mean cute, sweet girls, who walk in thinking they're applying to be a waitress and show up half way across the continent in the slave trade. I say I sneak in, undercover, we kill the man in charge, the creepy skull man gets his corpse, and we sneak off into the night for some quality time together. Whatcha say, boss?"
Destin hoped Gunter would agree. It would be difficult to handle this plan alone, and Gunter was likely the only one in the guild that trusted him not to betray them. Gunter was also the only one Destin trusted to follow the plan well enough to not get caught. It would be a complete and total disaster if someone like Tempris got involved, especially in a den of sin like that.
@Günter Von Wolf