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The two assassins looked down at the fallen king laying somber in his bed. His skin a dull grey, reflecting the rain bloated clouds outside “Took long enough for that poison to finally take ‘im,” Complained the first, a girl around 20 with short glossy hair and a too big maid’s uniform. “If it was too fast we could raise suspicion. The contact wanted it so no one would cry foul play,” Said the second, who was draped in a long dark priestly robe. His face unremarkable, his hair slicked back and dark, almost avian in shape. “Well we had better visit the contact, now the job is done. Got to collect what&