The Dragon's Spleen Inn was a haunt of the roughest and toughest citizens of the land. There was not a night that went by when at least one of her patrons would be rushed to a medical centre or a mortuary. Nobody dared to enter the place sober and nobody dared to refuse a drink when offered, which was why the spy had been so intoxicated upon his return.
The Inn had been surprisingly empty when the spy had entered. There had been a couple of men, a few forest-dwellers, two firewraiths, and a couple of necromancers. Despite the fact that they were all from different walks of life and from different lands, they were all huddled around one large table in the far corner.
Although their voices were hushed, the spy was able to tell that the group was arguing. The men were waving their arms about and the firewraiths were glowing a dangerous shade of blue. The necromancers were the only people at the table who seemed to be relaxed.
The spy took a seat at a table close enough to the group of conspirators so that he could eavesdrop, yet far enough away so that he would not appear too obvious or be taken for a threat. He summoned the barman and began drinking.
Most of the conversation he overheard was mundane and filled with the usual centuries-old mistrust that existed between the great races. Although this group seemed to tolerate each other, the only two races who really got along were the necromancers and the firewraiths; that was only because they both drew on the ancient dark magics that man had long forgotten about, and they both shared a common ancestral bloodline.
After drinking three or four glasses of mandrake wine, the spy was well away with the faeries. However, it was only then that the conversation he was listening in on took a decidedly dark turn. There was a legend as old as time about The End of Days, and how it would ride in on the backs of four demons - the demons of earth, air, fire and water. The End of Days would herald in an age of evil the like of which no man could imagine, and the necromancers had already summoned the demon of earth.
The spy knew he had to report back to his master, and quickly.
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