Retirement Plans

He stood at the window looking out over the rooftops of Camelot, his brows knitted in a concerned frown. Though all had gone according to the plan thus far, he knew he was walking a fine line. He glanced down at his scarred hand and gave a small, rueful smirk. The diversion certainly worked - the fire most definitely drew the lookout's attention to the courtyard.

But the scout's report on his desk showed that there was still at least one witness to the caravan's passage. But the report was from a low-ranking scout - and an Inconnu at that - sweeping it under the rug would prove to be little problem. Turning to his desk, he picked up the report and casually dropped it in the fireplace, watching it burn to ensure nothing readable was left of it. Turning back to the window, he continued to make plans for his "retirement".

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter" he called out.

"Lord Malcomn, I realize that certain precautions must be taken in light of the current suspicions, but I really must protest this new order of regular inspections of my home!"

Malcomn turned from the window with a gracious smile. "Please, Gareth, calm down and have a seat. I'm certain we can work something out."