Victor got handed a letter from on of the inns beautiful waitresses. He opened it quickly and read the instructions. Victor left a generous tip for the waitress on the table as he got up. All this secrecy was fine with him. When you work as a resistance fighter, secrecy is better than a good suit of armor for keeping you alive. But that is all irrelevant now. Victor was familiar with all kinds of warfare, either way this gig better pay well for all the skulking he was having to do.

Victor got up from the table and left. He looked around casually to see that he was not followed and if he was, by whom. He unlocked the door to the meeting room and silently stepped inside. After relocking the door, he casually tossed the key on the table. He appeared to be the only one there. Victor leaned himself up against the wall and waited. He watched all the entrances to the room. He was not going to let himself be surprised if some enforcer burst in to try to arrest him.