Vencrest heaved another massive box ontop of the ever increasing stack of boxes in front of him, sighing as he did so, and wiping the beads of sweat on his brow. The life of a mercenary caused him to do many odd jobs, that ussualy ended in killing, and this one was no exception. But it still was different. It was the first mission that he had to kill a stoaway. He grabbed another box, and placed it on the box he had just stacked, sighing again. He recalled the women who hired him, to kill the stoway that would be hiding in one of these many crates.

He was seated in a comfy chair, made of geniune leather, beaded with gold studs. A women sat in front of him, her hair powerded pure white, and put into a tight bun. She wore a rather uncomfortable looking dress, wrapped tightly around her body. She had an unpleasent face, looking as if she had just swallowed a pine cone whole. "Why have you called me," Vencrest questioned, leaning back on the extremly comfortable leather seat.

"Well," She said, stroking her fine dress, smoothing out wrinkles. "This is akward. Hmmm, I don't know how to start. Well, you see, my husband and I visited a wood elf tribe not to far from here, as a mission for our church. I met a nice young wood elf, and... well...our relationship elevated. Now, he's stowing away on a boat, so we can be 'true love's' again, and he can hold me as he dies. I know that I'm a horrible person for wanting him dead, but my husband can't know about him! If he leaves me, I'll be broke! I want him dead!"

Vencrest wiped the sweat once again. He hoped, his ally that he had requested for help, Saeborn, would arrive and aide him in this manual task.