The assassin stared silently at the finely dressed man who sat across the table from him. The fire burned low in the hearth across the room casting a shadow across the man's smug smile while he slammed down a bag of five hundred gold rupees down on the small wooden table, the monetary equivalent to one hundred thousand rupees. The assassin didn't know or care who the man was, all he cared was that the man had a job and had paid well enough for it to be completed. It was a simple enough job, the recovery of an item and the murder of two men. Well the two men may be a problem, simply because of their positioning in society, but no matter he was being paid forty thousand rupees for each of them, ten thousand more than he had expected.
"So", the assassin started, "let me get this straight. I understand the two targets well enough, if not your reason or intention." Then again, his reason or intention is none of my concern. "But what of this object you require. I need more information on this."
The man, a noble of some sort the assassin guessed, said, "I know as little of it as you do my friend. I only know that it is known as the Frost Stone. I would suggest gathering information on it at the Library or Academy of Hyrule before setting out."
The assassin knew he was lying, after all if he knew so little of this stone then why did he want it, or for what purpose. But once again the assassin knew that such things didn't concern him, or really matter. He was only curious.
The noble stood up abruptly pushing the bag towards the assassin as if to seal the deal and said, "So then is our business concluded."
The assassin nodded curtly then added, "Do you want the two targets deaths to be dramatic or accidents."
The noble stopped and smiled before answering, "My good friend, do you really believe that anyone would think the deaths of King Harkinian and the Hero of Time at the same time to be accidents." With that said he strode out of the room.
The assassin laughed and opened the bag of rupees. He counted them just to be sure and then said, "A strange fellow and a stranger order."
"Yes", came an answer from behind him as two men strode out of the dark corners of the room seeming to have simply appeared out of thin air. They strode in to the table where the assassin was seated and flanked him.
"How shall we go about this job", asked one of them.
The other asked, "We are a powerful assassin guild but are the murders of the King and Link within our might?"
In answer the assassin sat silent for a few moments before turneing to them with a grin and saying, "Well my friends, we will find out wont we."
"Karac", he said getting one of the two men's attentions, "Ready your brigade and tell them to move into Hyrule Castle Town. Disguise them as traveling merchants, mercenaries, beggars; pilgrims to the Temple of Light. I don't care just make sure they seem like the rest of the trash that flows in and out of the city. Once they are there they will await my command.
Karac nodded and bowed, "Your order shall be carried out sir." He turned and walked out of the room his stride balanced and determined.
The assassin turned to his remaining soldier, "You my friend will send two researchers to the Hyrule Academy and the Library of Hyrule. Tell them to research a magic rune called the Frost Stone. Screen their research and bring to me only what concerns its history and its whereabouts. I don't want to know any of its powers." I don't want to know what that noble plans to do with it. His command finished the man left the room taking the same path his comrade just had.
With his orders being carried out the assassin sat back in his chair and folded his hands in front of him. This is strange, he wondered to himself, this job could either spell eternal riches and power to my organization or its utter annihilation. And what of this noble what does he want and how does he gain from this job? And this frost stone?
He laughed and shook his head, Questions better left unanswered.
Rising from his chair the assassin tied the bag of rupees to his belt and put out the fire in the hearth. He then exited the dark room and entered the cold night outside. He had work to do.