The Rogue gazed at the council chamber. His worried face now wore a brilliant smile, his eyes narrowed to slits. Silently, he crept closer until he pressed his face against the chamber wall, and the voices inside slowly reached his ears.
"How are things progressing?" After entering the council chamber, the black-robed man dispensed with all courtesy. Acting more like the host than a guest, he strode straight to the nearest chair, dropped into it, and fixed his eyes on the portly lord of Darrowshire as he asked in a low voice.
"Not well at all," the portly lord of Darrowshire immediately began to complain upon hearing the question.
"How so?" The black-robed man was very interested and pressed for an answer.
"You told me to contact the former officials of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but that's no easy task. You have no idea what things are like in the Kingdom of Gilneas lately. All of us former officials of Lordaeron are being watched, without exception. Contacting them at a time like this would be asking for death. Who would dare communicate with me? They turned away everyone I sent." Sitting in his chair, the lord of Darrowshire took a handkerchief from inside his clothes and gently wiped his forehead. Sweat soaked the snowy-white cloth.
"You really do have a pig's brain. If they don't dare contact you openly, can't you send someone in secret?" the black-robed man sneered again, his voice sharp. He looked at the lord of Darrowshire as though he were an idiot.
* A pig's brain? With your intelligence, you're the one with a pig's brain,* the lord of Darrowshire cursed inwardly, furious. *Contacting them in secret would be asking for death. I'd truly be a pig-brained fool if I dared do that. With so many