“I was doing my job, nothing personal,” came a man’s voice. “It is how I earn a living, Lady Nyssa. My mistake was that the person who hired me told you. Had I known that wasn’t the case, I would have handled things differently.” He then paused, “Poison is an assassin’s err choice often.”
Eliad blinked as he stopped to see the commotion as Iriul stood by the post.
