As the sun went down, Dominic retired early for the evening, at Amie's request.
"What is this that I hear about you sending the Assassin's Guild after a local mafia?" She whispered once they were alone on the upper floors of the Castle.
"Oh, right. Some guy tried to shake me down, so I paid them to make a point with a hundred corpses. The rate was reasonable."
Amie sighed. "You realize the chaos that this is going to cause, right?"
"It shouldn't be that bad. The Lords will assume it was their rivals. Their rivals will take a day to realize that it was us, and then nobody will come to our door asking to tax all our trade again."
"You could have just sent him on his way."
"I did."
Amie shook her head. The man hadn't made it all the way out of the castle, he was dead in the back of his carriage before it even made it to the gates. It just took a bit of time before anyone noticed.
