The cottage lay quiet, its weathered white stone walls contrasting the brightly colored flowers in the garden in front and the vine-covered walls of the ruined castle battlements behind.

The moon shone brightly, lighting the opulent carriage as it slowed. The darkly dressed man reined it to a stop by a deep trough at the end of the flower garden. He quickly pulled the bodies from the carriage, stripping them of their riches and clothes before rolling them to their final resting spot.

A good haul, he thought, smiling. The fall flowers he'd plant here should be astounding.