A man laid back in a sloppy caravan, letting smoke pour out of his mouth into the air, forming little shapes like crowns and hearts. The man had little patience, and did not intend to continue waiting for much longer. He looked pout over the roads, noticing a single horse-rider coming from down south. The man jumped up, stretching his arms and legs, his large frame clearly apparent to the rider coming close. He adjusted his belt, a large brown and gold, very decorative thing, and he jumped off the wagon, landing right in the way of the horse. The rider continued to advance, seemingly not going to stop, but the rider manages to pull on the reins, stopping a measly few feet in front of the smoky man. 
"About time you showed up. I was starting to think you had some bad news." The man surrounded by smoke spoke. The rider slowly got of his horse, standing beside the smoky man.
"I am sorry, Barron, i was held up along the way." The rider said, attempting to present himself as larger then he is to compare to the hulking man beside him. The "Barron" started to walk, the rider following in close suit, as the pair stopped along the edge of a hill, looking over the countryside, and they could almost make out the city in the distance.
"You were stopped?" Barron finally asked, after a few moments of strange silence. The rider swallowed nervously. 
"By some guards, i believe that the city is planning something..." 
"I know" Barron interrupted. He looked annoyed with the rider as he continued to smoke liberally, a small gathering of smoke gathering around them. "I was invited." The rider nodded. 
"I was stopped, and they found the reply message..." The rider said, starting to shake. He coughed quietly, clearly not reacting to the smoke well. 
"They have the message?"
"Yes but i can tell you that..."
"They accepted?" Barron nodded confidently. "I knew they would."
"Then..." The rider starting talking hopefully. "You don't need the reply?" The rider coughing a bit more loudly. Barron shook his head.
"I need the acceptance letter to hold them to their honor. Without it, they could easily claim a few months down the line that there was no such deal." He turned to face the rider, who was starting to cough uncontrollably. "In addition, now that the guards know that a local crime ring has joined forces with another, they will be extra more cautious in handling such matters." He started to speak angrily, the rider coughing violently, small bits of blood coming out. "You have failed me," He said, speaking with complete disdain for the man who seemed to be dying. "And one does not fail Barron Blackwill and get away with it." Barron gripped his hand over the rider, condemning him to death as the smoke that had been building in his lungs solidified, causing the man to suffocate, grasping at his neck and mouth, The Barron sighed, twirling his finger around in a circle, wrapping a thickness of smoke around the mans neck, and solidified it and brought it together, snapping his neck and killing him. He turned back to climb into the carriage, a small trail of the remaining smoke following him. He waved it off, knowing they weren't too far from the city. He nodded to a man who sa in the driver seat, who began to take them to the closest city. 
"We'll be there within the hour, sir."
"Fantastic." The Barron smiled.