Demon Lord

"What do you mean, he wasn't there?" I snarled at the shadowy Person X. 

X just shrugged, unconcerned by my anger. Considering he was half a continent away, that was understandable. "I mean, he wasn't in the wagon. The women were, and as expected, they were formidable. I lost men."

"I don't care about your men, where was he?"

"Either they sent him ahead, which doesn't really make sense, or they left him behind. Do you want us to go and see?"

I slumped back in my chair. My hand went to my injury, and I scratched at it. Lately the pain had been slightly less, but now it itched all the time. "No, never mind. If he's there, he will be well guarded, they wouldn't leave him unprotected. It seems fate is working against me. I shall try other means. Your services are no longer needed for this."

"I expect to be paid the agreed sum, even so."

Humans and their greed. It was annoying. It was also useful. "You shall have your money."

"And if…" I cut the connection, uninterested in any further talk.

It was time for plan B.