The hooded man in black robes walked up to the lonely table in the far corner of the tavern on which no one was paying attention and sat across from the lone man sitting at the table.
The lone man finally raised his head as he sensed someone sitting in front of him. Raising his mug of beer and chugging down a huge gulp, the man clicked his tongue, savoring the test as he spoke leaning forward.
"Did you find out?"
The hooded person nodded without saying a word and slid a paper on the table which the other man quickly pocketed. Then the hooded man said, "Around 1000 mercenaries of some unknown origin. The merchant's name is Clovis Sigrid and he runs the Sigrid Trading company. He indeed has some sort of connection to the Duke as well."
The man narrowed his eyes and fell into silence. After some moments, he drank his beer once again and said, "What about that intel we received? Is it true?"