Ch 8
Two men wearing black bodysuits walked up to a small shop on top of a small hill. "Oaken? Isn't he that guy who sells everything?" said the first man. 'I think so. Ooh! A sauna!" said the other. "Drake," said the first man, "Focus. We came here to get the knife. We could get paid big time by the Duke." Drake rolled his eyes. "Okay Malachi. Let's get this over with. I'm hungry."
The two men made their way into the shop. Ignoring Oaken's greeting, Drake and Malachi made their way to where the knives were. Drake picked one up and examined it, while Malachi snuck an apple. "Come on moron, let's buy this. 5 should cover it don't you think?" Drake looked around for his partner, but he couldn't find him. He shrugged and made his way to the counter, knife in hand.
Drake set the knife on the counter. "Knife. 5 gold please." Drake set the money on the counter and slipped the knife into a pocket. "What's with the suits?" Oaken asked while polishing a small lamp. "I'm a hunter of sorts. I've said to much. MALACHI! We need to get to the castle. Come." Drake walked out of the store and pulled up his mask. Malachi followed him out and once they were out of Oaken's sight, Malachi got rid of the apple in the best way possible. "Stop fooling around. We must get to the castle." Drake whacked Malachi's arm.
"Wouldn't have been easier to get horses Drake?" Malachi was licking his fingers. "WOULD YOU STOP THAT?!" Drake bellowed. "The Queen is coming through the kingdom today, and that would be the perfect time to get rid of her." They walked up the palace stairs and made their way into the Duke's room. "Hello men."
Sorry for it being so long since I've updated! I've been super busy like you wouldn't know so I hope to be putting up a new chapter within every three months or so.