She folded the dollars between her fingers and slipped them into a pouch on her side. “It’s appreciated! Thank you. Anyways, you two were going to see Igor?” With that, Baker made his way across the Inn and towards a nice wooden door to the right side of the building. With four knocks to start, Baker called out to the door. “Igor! It’s Baker. I got what you wanted.” He called. After a moment, a low articulated voice came from the room. “Then enter.” The man called out. Baker gave Zane a funny raised eyebrow look as he opened the door and walked inside. As Zane entered, he saw that the room was quite cozy and nice. There was a large king sized bed in the room, along with two bookshelves, a few lamps, a desk scattered with papers and of course, the man sitting at it. The man was unexpectedly large. Not in a way that was fat, but rather muscular and toned. He wore pitch black robes that covered his body and almost seemed to tear at his broad shoulders. A large hood covered his face, shrouding it in darkness. “I did not expect you to come back with a...plus one.” The low voice booked from under the hood. “Set him down on the bed.” The cloaked figure said, gesturing Baker to the bed. Baker did so, tossing the body bag onto the bed which was followed by the sprouting of springs sounding from within the mattress. “I will not be paying you anymore then the agreed amount...if that was what you were expecting by getting a comrade i am afraid you were mistaken to the conditions of the contract.” Igor told Baker, and partly Zane. “No, of course not.” Baker confirmed. “I just happened to run into this guy on the job, helped me out of a bind.” “And who is “this guy” then...?” The cloaked figure asked, towards Zane. The bulky man did not look up from his desk as he continued to write.