Chapter 1 -- Deliberations ; Part five

Far away, in the mountains of Kathiare, Mendenlau, lord of that land, sat, angry and brooding, in his hard stone throne. His time was near. He could feel it. Now he only waited for news. The throne room door crashed open and a courier hurried in. He quickly knelt at Mendenlau's feet. "News, lord." He gasped. Mendenlau leaned forward expectantly. "Speak." He commanded. "One of Gibethon's councilmen has been murdered and Dath of Anathod is hunting the killer. He took a warrior of Kenrath with him." Mendenlau leaned back against his throne, sighing in satisfaction. "Which councilman?" He asked. "The head of the ministry of warfare." Was the courier's answer. Mendenlau's anger vanished, and a conniving smile curved his lips. "Well, then. It begins." He said. "The foretellings are coming to fruition. That thrice-cursed bounty hunter is most likely heading into Kenrath to find his second warrior. No doubt Dath thinks he can outwit me. Prepare my assassins." The king chuckled menacingly