21. Messenger-2
We headed to the training rooms I had once frequented on a daily basis. Inside there were nine specialists. Essentially they were ninja vampires, silent, due to their tongues having been cut out, and deadly. Once paid for, they would fight to the death for their master or mistress. I knew they were quite costly. Having seen the antiquities here and at Gorema, Drake’s other home, their price was probably a pittance to him. All of the shadowy figures bowed in Drake’s direction as we entered the room. Three of the nine turned to face me and bowed. They knew me. It’s hard to recognise someone clad from head to foot in black and wearing what looked like a silk balaclava. I walked past each of them, pretending to be doing an inspection of sorts. I took in the slight height variances, the colour
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