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Nearly a month had passed since that shadowed meeting in the alley. All had fallen into place as Dastil had silently stalked Thomas, from the shadows. The fool was still unaware of just what was being planned around him. This would need to be a job of exact precision and decisive timing, luckily Dastil was easily capable of both, and more. . . Night has fallen, but this was no ordinary night for either Dastil, Thomas, Zedrin, or Silas. This would be a night silent deeds done unseen, in the shadows, but for some it was a night of celebration. This was the night of the party at the duke's summer home. A heavy fog had descended over the land, very unusual for this time of year. Dastil had been very busy over the past few weeks, following Thomas, and tracking his movements, and learning his habits, and how he interacts. He was also busy with other things, such as sowing rumors, about Zedrin's now supposed fuming hatred for Thomas, and Thomas' distain for Zedrin as well. Zedrin had gotten a job almost immediately after working for a rival merchant company, and he was still a well respected member of the upper class social community of Sword Coast. All was playing perfectly into Dastil's plan, but the hardest parts were yet to come. This would be a night none would forget for one reason or another. . .