In the Port City of Port Legann, an unpleasant deal was being bought. In the basement of

an unpopular bar sat five men. The Pale skinned, blue eyed scanran was the leader of the

bunch of criminals, with the air of one whose ego was far bigger than necessary. A dark

skinned man was in the shadows, his nondescript clothes and face marked him as a spy of

the lowest order. The remaining three were big muscled thugs, with not half a brain

between them. They were waiting, fidgeting every now and then.

The door of the basement opened. In stepped two men and a women; the men were twins,

Black hair and eyes, identical to the last pock mark on there face. The woman was plain,

Brown haired and hazel eyed, but her shinning dagger and jeweled arm band spoke of

hidden wealth. They each took a seat around the table, ignoring the oversized bears that

sat between them. One of the twins lent forward, addressing the scanran in an arrogant

voice. "So, you had a job for us, Magnus?" he looked down his nose at the small man.

Magnus stared coldly at him, arms crossed. They kept eye contact for a minute, then the

twin looked down. The scanran then leaned forward and spoke to them. "Yes I have

actually, Kronut. Our great king, Maggur, has asked all his agents to send out this

proposal to the assassins of Tortall: He will give a reward of ten thousand nobles to

anyone who kills any of the great 'heroines' of your realm." The woman snorted in

disgust. "Why does the maggot want ta kill a bunch of sluts?" she sneered at him. (Sorry!

Please don't flame me! I like the characters, but I'm just referring to what seems to be the

enemies' point of view, so flame them.) Magnus leered at her, showing yellowed teeth.

"For revenge, he says. The Wildmage intercepted most of his messages with her cursed

animals. The Lioness the kings champion, and it will cause great pain to all if she is

killed. Keladry of Wherever she came from killed Blayce the Gallan, and lost us our

killin' Machines. Thayet is the Queen; need I say more?" He leaned back; satisfied that

he had gotten the message across. The twins glanced at each other: The women, known

as Laras, tested her dagger blade on the hem of her Tunic. It tore through the fabric like a

hot knife through butter. She grinned cruelly, twisting her face into an evil mask. "I'll do

it. These two may do as they please; I'm going after the slag's" She cackled, and

sheathed her dagger with a fancy flourish. The twins shrugged there large shoulders; they

didn't want to be caught by the king. The penalties were harsh for assassins. Laras got up

and left the basement, her eyes narrowed as she began her plans of death. The scanran

smiled harshly; he knew that Laras always killed her victims.