A man and a woman sit at a table in a darkened corner of The Hound's Ear tavern. It is remote from where they live. They don't know anyone in the area, nor are they known of anyone there. The woman is young and beautiful with raven colored hair and milk chocolate eyes. Her clothing is muted so as not to draw attention. Her companion is also dressed so as not to be noticed. They sit across from each other and have ordered coffee.
"Were you successful?" she asks.
"Not yet," was the reply.
"You need to get this done. I'm running out of time."
"There was nothing in the wagon."
"Stupid man. Why would you think ...