Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20161001203130/@comment-24071055-20161004011213

Muerte is sitting in his office, a spacy room in a small 'shop' in the Shadow Kingdom. It was a business that was easy to make money off of here if someone knew the tricks. After all, many here had soiled ties with the living that they wished cut. Speaking of unfinished business, Muerte began to wonder how he was doing. That no good man who ruined his life. Gave away a false secret. Him...

He was snapped out of thoughts by the door opening. "Come in, come in, so glad to see some- Oh. Hello Philippe." The ghostly candle maker from next door came in. "Zere vas a letter outside your door." The accented French candle maker said. Muerte took the letter gripped in the ghost's hand. "An anonymous job to kill some people traveling? No location, but I do have drawings... I better get my money's worth out of this." He sighs and slips on his robe, leaving the letter with accurate drawings of the group currently headed towards the Forest Kingdom.

(Sorry for the long ass post and excessive detail [well, for me])