The first Duke on Azmodeus's checklist was Duke Rowan, who was well-known for his close relations with the Assassins Guilds and other shady businesses.
'He's the most suspicious target,' Azmodeus thought. 'But I guess I will just have to check and see for myself.'
"Hey, Aflon," he said as he approached the huge castle gates in the dead of night.
"Yes, good sir?" Aflon replied while keeping his voice down.
Azmodeus's grin widened. "How good are you at distractions?" He asked.
"Uhmm… Sir," Aflon took a deep breath. "I thought you'd never ask! I am best at acting, creating distractions, or anything of the sort!"
He patted his chest with a proud look on his face.
Off to the side was his father. Who, at this very moment, was embarrassed to even be related to his idiot of a son.
'Maybe he's adopted,' he thought in exasperation. 'Actually, now that I think about it, I don't recall much of his life as a newborn.'