Silent Death

 "Diane, Diane," the door to the break room opened. Melisa had rushed inside, her face filled with sweat and breathing erratic, "have you seen a ghost?" Diane calmly placed her cup. "I-I its t-that new adventurer," her breathing grew smoother. "You mean the so-called king?" she asked to which Melisa nodded. "What about him?" Diane stood, "h-he's o-out to search for the dark-guild." Her reaction remained static; she didn't flinch in the least. "Is that so," she walked to the door, "-have you sent him to his death then?" she said in a tone meant to hurt. "It wasn't my fault," the usual soft and calm tone raised in pitch; Melisa raised her voice for the first time. "Now this is a surprise, what's the matter?" Diane's interest peaked.