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"What do you mean? I've been here the whole time." Durzo said stoically as he stepped out from the shadows in the corner of the room, fluidly closing the distance between Eryaron and himself. The noble gave a light squeak and flinched back as Duzo slipped by, followed by a bit of a frightened glare. Durzo stood beside Eryaron and glanced down at the number. Not letting the surprise register in his eyes, he simply looked back up at the noble, regarding him.

"Well it's our policy not to ask what the book is about or who for. Just tell us what we're to expect while in pursuit of this book and where we are to deliver it to when we're done, so that we may collect half of our fee and be on our way." Cynoc's voice betrayed no emotion, and his blank stare at the noble only further pushed home the fact that Durzo was nothing but a shadow, a shroud, a ghost.