The Stolen Contract

The cloaked figure made his way to his Mistress through the Sanctuary.  His angry glare kept his dark siblings away from him as he strode angrily by.  He found Astrid eating a meal with Festus and Arnbjorn.

“Brother,” Astrid said in greeting.

“We have a problem,” he stated flatly.

“And what is that?”

“Someone stole the Riften contract.”

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Author: AisleenHaus

Leaving the real world for one of my own making.

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