Morgan Derek folded the letter and set it on the table in front of him. Frowning, he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Typical," he thought, "Just typical." "Were the instructions clear?" Morgan looked up. The rider who had delivered the message was standing next to him, peering down quizzically. "The instructions," the rider repeated, "Do you understand them?" The man grinned for the first time, amused. He bowed his head slightly, turned and exited the tavern. "Oh did you now, Gillian?" he said. "Too many like who?" Morgan asked. "...Green!" offered Gillian.