"And you're sure you heard that?" a voice in the shadows said.
"Yes. Even though he was drunk, you could clearly hear the fear in his voice. There's no way he could have imagined that." a rather young man spoke. He had a long nose, which gave him a very funny appearance. He was quite tall, and if you didn't consider his nose, he looked quite handsome. He also had a serious look on his face, as if to deny any possibility of it to be a joke.
"Good. You'll recieve your payment as soon as you bring her here, alive. I'll be waiting here every night. Dismissed" the voice wasn't loud, but it was strong. You certainly didn't want to anger that man.
"Sir." the young man turned and walked towards the entrance, trying to look calm. He couldn't hide it very well though. That guy really creeped him out.
Just as he reached the door, the man called: "Clarke."
"Sir?"
"Try not to scare her: It will make everything much harder."
"Yes sir." Clarke said before exiting the room. He walked out of the bar before sighing to himself. The last few words had made the job a lot less fun. Normally he wouldn't have cared about what he old, grumpy man said but this time he had sounded a lot more commanding and serious about the job. There was something weird about the old man, nearly as if he had heard about that rumor before. Sometimes he wondered if the man had a moment in his life that wasn't a secret. Damn it, he knew the old man since three years already and he still didn't know his name.
He quickly snapped to attention as he heard two horses approaching behind him. After jumping to the side to avoid being overrun he sank into his thoughts again.
Three years ago he had met the old man for the first time. He had walked into the bar called 'the brown bear', looking just for a drink. He had nearly no money back then and was desperatly searching for a job. The bartender had noticed his lack of resources and told him to go through the room on the far end of the bar. Since he really was desperate then, so he obeyed and walked through the door. There, the 'old man' was sitting in his chair, and for the next three years, he had given Clarke 'sidejobs' as the old man called them.
Three years later, Clarke didn't need the money from those sidejobs anymore. But if it was easy to do and didn't take more than two days to complete, he did it, since the additional money was always welcome.
He had arrived at a bar which he didn't know the name of. He entered and started chatting with the drunk people, mostly soldiers, and tried to find any information about the girl that could slide on rocks. He got lucky. A man who had definetly had had a few beer to much, yelled through the bar: "Oi, yea mate. How many times do I have to tell you? She had rocks forming under her!". There were people giggling here and there, as he continued: "Believe me or not, I don't doubt what I saw!"
"Yeah, until tomorrow morning" a voice said. The bar filled with laughter. Clarke went to the drunken soldier and offered him a drink.
"Where did you find her?" Clarke asked.
"Drinking water from the fountain outside of the city."
"What fountain? I haven't seen any fountains around here."
"There is one, if you take the west exit and continue on the road. It's built out of stone entirely."
Burying his thoughts into his general knowledge of Noxus, he shouted "There is no fountain outside the city. I doubt that there is even a fountain inside Noxus!" 'the government is too lazy and too egoistic to build fountains for the public' Clarke thought, frightened about what would happen if he said that aloud. Clrake was now seriously thinking that this man may be too drunk to give him any valuable information. "Can you show me that fountain?"
"How much do I get?"
"Money is not a problem" Clarke said and showed him a little pouch full with coins. The drunken man snapped and suddently, all the signs of him being drunken were gone. In a much more serious tone, he said: "Come on, lets go"
So Clarke followed him outside the city. It went half an hour, and after arriving, he realized that it really was a fountain. But it was different. The fountain looked as if it was one with the stonewall behind it, and ther water seemed to come from a natural source due to the stream of water being irregular and even interrupted sometimes.
"Quite a weird appearance, right?" His 'guide' said and held a hand out which clearly asked for the money. He took a few coins out and put them in his hand.
"A pleasure doing business with you. If you need anything else, I'll be at the bar." The guide said and walked away. Minutes later, Clarke dissapeared too, a pensative look on his face.
A woman stepped out of the bush near the fountain. "Perfect" she muttered, her words piercing through the silence of the night. "The general will be pleased" she added as she started to walk down the road, her steps not doing even the slightest sound.