Kanji had dressed himself when A man in dank and blue clothing stepped in. "it seems those pesky royals have been dealt with but alas the assassin had yet to return we fear the worse" he man mutters as Kanji places his weapons on him and smiles. "he's trained to never speak, he'll lie his way out of this I can assure you, how are the others, have we learned of how to create the picks or steel?" he asked in a new tone, monotone and powerful with a clear darkness to it, he wasn't the swanky and loyal output he gave to those around him anymore but a coldblooded ex slave ready to become the most powerful at all cost. "no sir, those spies have yet to learn anything sir" The new man spoke hesitantly as his ruler smashed a fist hard on the sandstone table. "the fact they keep there secrets locked up makes me want it all the more, like a woman, caring of her chastity, but it can get old don't you agree my friend" he spoke irritated by the same news he ad heard year after year. "y-yes sir" the man seemed afraid. "bring me my salts, I wish to regain my composer, I cannot allow my ulcer to act up when I am to meet with yet another trading route" he spoke after a long pause and the man did as he was told and left after the began to burn. "one on these days, I will get these damn secrets and then we'll see who's in charge"