Unwanted help

Devin looked again at the small note he held before crushing it in his fist.

- Is this some kind of joke?- He yelled at his men, even if they were not at fault here. His blood was boiling with rage when he stood, scanning the boxes his people had brought in. They were full of food, which could not be used because, according to the note, it was poisoned. Whoever did this could not choose the worst time to strike. Their food warehouse emptied quickly, and everyone excitedly awaited this fresh delivery. Claud's people were late this time, and now everything was wasted.

-What are we going to do now?- Devin hit his desk with his fist, making a dent in the surface. That cooled him down. Furniture was a rarity here. He could not allow himself to destroy them in a blind rage.

Sam, one of his most trusted men, approached him carefully.

- Maybe it is not true. It smells like some trick to me. - He spoke softly, trying to calm Devin down. The young man rarely loses his temper, but the conseq