The Conspirator, Chapter 1

a hooded figure opens the sealed letter he was given by the courier. Ducking into the shadow of the stables, he reads it quickly. He then folds it up, puts it under his cloak, and enters the inn, striding toward a table in a dark corner, where a cowled figure sits 
“Ah, my friend...what is the news?” 
“Taepe is coming north through Tanderland, and is going to visit Buorna, with a small guard. We can strike there.” 
The cloaked man replies, in a hushed tone “Perhaps we could str-“ the second man paused as the inn’s door opened. It was only a peasant, though, a pilgrim by the looks of him. “Perhaps we could strike on the road. Make it look like bandits or some such. The free company in the north is quite powerful, we could pin it on them.” 
the first man nodded in agreement. “That way we could keep our hands clean, even if we fail. Let us do this....I have some contacts who may be willing to take up the job.” 
The door to the inn opened again, this time it was one of the town’s watch. “Curfew is being rung in about 10 minutes, Baldwin” he said to the innkeeper, before closing the door again
“Then it is agreed. Let us do this” the second man says, shaking hands with the first. The two then stand up, and exit the inn, not taking notice of the pilgrim who sat behind them