Hidden graveyard

Two figures stood in front of a foggy area. His hooded eyes stared at the distance in front of him with an emotionless face.

"Sire, the body has been disposed of." Cormac informed.

"Good. Make sure that there is no rumor stirring up." The coachman bowed deeply to his master's order.

"The Garretts are expecting to make another deal concerning the rogue werewolves disturbing their territory."

Kione's jaw tickled upon hearing the information. "I have helped them enough. It seems they are aiming for something bigger." He decided. "Find it out. I will take a stroll a bit; you can leave."

Cormac held an unreadable gaze despite seeing his master stroll into the foggy valley, as if all those rumors attached to its very existence were vague and untrue.

The coachman did not question and only obeyed, fully aware that Kione was far more powerful than what he actually showed.

Clouds of fog escaped his lips as he answered. "Yes Sire."