He had no idea what was coming but he didn’t expect this. No fewer that thirty individuals stood before him, but each one was dressed exactly the same. Full length black cloaks, perfectly fitted, cleanly presented. Gregory was shocked, he was used to scruffy lords and disgraced ladies but this was nothing compared to what he was witnessing. This company was not just rich. It was filthy rich; in this dirty world cleanliness was the greatest sign of wealth.

Gregory stepped aside and the group began to move in. With silent and flowing steps they all entered and without a word began heading into the depths of the tower. Gregory watched bemused by this entire event and simply let them go. The last to enter turned, extended his hand and dropped three coins on the ground. As they rattled against the stone, the last of these bizarre men disappeared into the dungeon. Gregory bent down and picked up the fallen gold, turning them over he felt the weight and realised this wasn’t just gold it was ancient gold.