They got to a heavy wooden door at the very end of the hallway.
Ian stopped. He reached out and opened the door for his master. Then, Ian turned around. He stood guard outside the room. He placed his hands firmly on the hilts of the two sharp daggers strapped to his leather belt. His eyes scanned the empty hallway. He was ready to kill anyone who tried to interrupt them.
As Derek entered inside the room, the door closed behind him with a soft click.
The room was small and bare. There was a simple wooden table and two chairs in the center. A single lantern sat on the table, casting a warm yellow light over the face of the man waiting inside.
The man was sitting in one of the chairs. He wore dirty, worn-out traveler's clothes. His face was covered in a thick, messy beard, and a mole on his eye. He looked exhausted, terrified, and broken.
