Black Shadow stood and walked over the man. He was dressed in armor head to toe, his helmet sitting on the table next to him. In front of him was three piles of paper. Two piles were the same papers, one had signatures, the other had blank signature lines. The third pile of papers consisted of diagrams of a battlefield.

The man was staring at the papers, reading and rereading the documents, trying to make sure he knew every word it said. He was almost lost in thought, worried out of his mind. Whatever he was recruiting for was important to him, which meant good pay.

Black Shadow sat down across from the appearing paladin, waiting for him to notice Black Shadow. When it became apparent that the man would not notice him, his trance was too great, he kicked the table. Again, there was no response, and the man did not even flinch. Black Shadow was surprised, this job must have been very important.

He then reached out to grab a paper from the unsigned pile. In that instant, the man drew his sword and put it to Black Shadow’s neck.

“Who are you and what are you doing? This is a job for the strong willed and powerful. There is no place for the likes of you among the ranks of us.” The man said, his sword resting on Black Shadow’s neck. Black Shadow just took a breath and focused on his next movements.