Khari sat at his desk, murmuring while deep in thought. His white hair flowed down his back and shoulders like the foam of a waterfall. He scribbled down words on his parchment, seeming deeply troubled. A struggle in the south of his empire troubled him lately. And you? You were a hire of that southern rebellion.

You were sent to kill him.

You'd finally gotten inside and infiltrated the palace. Nobody knew you were there. Khari was completely unaware that you were standing behind him.