As soon as the thought crossed Dormex's mind, he felt himself being pushed into the alley by a blue robed dwarf with a thick red beard. How the dwarf snuck up on Dormex, he could not figure out. Standing in the alley was a particularly thick dwarf with thick black curly hair and a long black beard that was every bit as curly as his head.

"Now look here, gentlemen. I do not think I am the type of person you'd want to try to rob. I've have you know that I am a well known assassin and employed by the Lord Randorf Del'Nichi himself" said Dormex while he eyed the black haired dwarf grip both of his axes.

"A well known assassin, are yae?" responded the red headed dwarf. "You've only killed one person, Dormex, and it was a 94 year old human. Hardly something to brag aboot." "He was a grand wizard! 94 years old for a wizard is nothing" argued Dormex. "And how do you know who I am?"

"We work fur Randorf as well. Ah bae Yarmelxor and this bae Zharrmur" the red bearded dwarf replied. "We've been sent here ta oversee thae mission." "You hardly look like assassins" said Dormex.

"Nue? Thute's because we're nute!" proclaimed Yarmelxor. "Ah'm ah priest o'Raije and Zharrmur herewell let's just say Zharrmur has an axe and ah temper." "A Battlerager? I guess Randorf doesn't mind the mess. Well, my rate stays the same." Dormex says.

"Just due whute yur told, human" said Yarmelxor. "This person we are tae kill is a very powerful mage, which is why ah bae here. Ta counter-curse whatever he does to yae. Zharrmur here is gonna back you up in case yae get in trouble."

Dormex smirked. "I won't have any trouble. I mean, sure this Minotaur is good inside of an arena, but in the real world he won't even see what's coming to him. In fact, I bet I'll end his life before he can even wake up." "There'll bae nue poisoning em" Zharrmur interrupted with a strong dwarven accent.

"Uh... Why?" replied Dormex. "It's the safest thing to do and if it doesn't kill him, it will at least give us a huge advantage. My poisons aren't like the weak mage poisons that just make you ill enough to not get any sleep." Zharrmur raised his voice. "Ah'll tell you why yae scrawny human! It's so ah can..."

"Zharrmur, no" yelled Yarmelxor in protest. "You keep thute information tae yourself, like we agreed." "Nonsense, ah have tae knuwe!!" yelled Zharrmur.

Dormex shook his head. "Why are we all sneaky like in an alley hiding like criminals when you two are arguing so loud that half of the city already knows what we're up to?" Yarmelxor nodded in agreement. "Let's go. The Minotaur is home nuwe. Dormex, you pick the lock, ah'll cast ah prayer tae keep thae door closed and disable any s pell traps while you find thae Minotaur. Once yae find him, you try tae kill em any way yae like and then" "NO!" yelled Zharrmur. "If yae poison em ah'll kill you both." "What the hell?" Asked Dormex who was now pulling at his own hair. "You may as well tell em, Zharrmur" said Yarmelxor. "I .." Zharrmur looked around to make sure no one was too closed to hear his voice. "I want tae take ah bite out of em." "So do we all" said Dormex in a matter of fact manner. "It's a high profile assassination. This will allow me to raise my rates. But I don't think fighting him is smarter than just poisoning him in his sleep." "Thute's nute what hae means" said Yarmelxor plainly.

Dormex looked perplexed. "You mean.... You mean you actually want to eat him?"

Zharrmur nodded and grinned. "I want tae take ah bite out of em." "It's ah stupid idea" said Yarmelxor as he rolled his eyes. "Zharrmur thinks the Minotaur will produce some kind of steak."

"He's gute horns!" said Zharrmur who was once again yelling.

"I assure you, Zharrmur, that it will nute taste like ah cow!" Yelled Yarmelxor. "Besides, he's ah powerful mage and it would likely make turn yae into ah goat or something." "Dorbeldex took ah bite out of an elven mage once" Zharrmur argued. "Ripped his ear right off! And the next day he found ah nuwe axe that did twice thae amount of damage his old one did. So if all hae did was bite em, imagine whute ah'll find if I actually swallow some of em! Besides, Krugnoir thae old told me himself that Minotaur taste exactly like cow steak."

Dormex placed his face into his hands. "This can't be happening." Yarmelxor sighed. "Ah've argued with him about this for three days nuwe. Zharrmur isn't changen his mind. Kill the cow another way."

"Fine" said Dormex. "I'll get us into the mansion and slit his throat. I'll need Zharrmur to hold his hands down so he can't cast a spell after the fact."

"Idiot boy" replied Yarmelxor. "He's a mage. They cast spells with their words. Slit his throat and you've nothing tae worry aboot." "Oh right. I'm ready when you two are." Dormex said.

"Right then. Let's bae off." Yarmelxor said as the three headed toward the AGL Champions Mansion.