Stephen
Draven took a step near him then asked him to stand up. Stephen, who turned into his one or was one of his men from the start.
"What is the progress?" Draven asked. "Is she coming?"
"Yes, Master," He said, nodding.
"Does she have any idea about you?"
"No, she is blind to see the difference,"
"Did you give her the dress that I asked for?"
"Yes,"
"Ok then this time I will not let her run," Draven said.
"The last thing, she has a stone and a book, take that far away from her, smartly,"
"Don't worry master, this time we won't let her go,"
Draven nodded, pushed his spectacles over her nose and smirked a little.
"Remember this time you won't be spared if you lose," Draven said.
"We will not let you down, master," He said, with his head down.
Draven was about to leave but he called him out.
"Master, there is one thing I want to ask?" He asked.
"What?" Draven said.