Two figures, with orange lights to lighten their silhouette, sat together in the meeting room. The shorter said to the taller:
"Lord-"
"No, speak not."
"I fear-"
"Do not fear."
"Our purpose-"
"Secluded well."
The stouter shook his head:
"Nay, if the king catches wind of this..."
His companion took a sip from his steel mug, whilst all the same furrowing his brow in worry's clouds.
"Porthos is safe and penned. Have they disposed of the men yet?"
"Aye, sir, I've dispatched them tonight. They will come back soon."
The man let out a sigh, crossed his fingers and put his chin on his folded hands. "Good. And make sure something like this never happens again, or else we're both in deep shit."