I’m running through the streets. People who notice me step quickly to the side to allow me to pass. But I’m not thinking about them. All of these years and all of the skills I have, and they still caught me. Blindsided. I’ll Never forgive that.
Then, I was saved. That’s almost worse. I have made a name for myself being a lone assassin and now I have had to lean on some random stranger just to see another day? That’s ridiculous.
The blood boils in my veins and a scowl blooms across my face.
The guy… Krieg. That was the most startling morning I have had in a while. To wake up in the ground next to a man I don’t know, and when I peek outside of the shelter skeletons stood watch facing away.
Leaving aside his class, he seems to be a nice man. But how can anyone in this world be so naive? He was so entertained by basic magic I had to break a smile.
A necromancer with more experience than he is letting on, that’s what I thought. But the childlike eyes with which he looked at the stone, filled with interest I haven’t seen in years. I don’t know how anyone could fake that.
But then how do you explain the spells he used? My knowledge on the subject is lacking but there is no way that was a base tier spell. So how would he get it? Even with skill books, you cant achieve more than the class you have limits you to.
It’s no use. It’s all contradictions. But he seems strangely pure. Tomorrow I think I’ll take him to the market. If he is the type of person who he says he is… I might consider staying with him for a while.
Before I can properly wrap up the chain of thoughts I arrive at my destination and push them out of my head.
Worn boards and poor windows with a soft glow in the night herald my arrival at Ger’s.
The door swings open with a creak as I force myself inside.
The dirty floors react to my boots with a cloud of dust as I stamp on the floor and take a moment to refamiliarize myself with the space. Dusty shelves and a sales counter cluttered the space and clung to the walls. All of which filled with a wild assortment of random things. Some of interest, but none of consequence.
Roused by my stomping a sound echoes from behind the door hidden in the shadows and the clutter of the counter. A man opens the door and steps into the light of the couple candles burning. A well built man, middle age, and with a full beard. He steps up to the counter. His eyes meet mine and a glint of surprise flashes into his eyes before it disappears just as fast.
“What can I do for you, young lady?” He says this with the hint of a smile on the edge of his voice. He already knows.
“Information. Who sold my location and info to you.”
“That’s going to be a bit of a problem young miss. That man took quite the sum out of his payment as a cover fee. This won’t come cheap.”
“Dammit Geri! You know ill get it to you. Info first. Payment when I’m done”
“Fine. Just so you know I don’t do this for just anyone you know.”
“Your damn sure willing to sell me out to anyone.”
“Business is business. Sorry, Van.”
A name was passed over the counter shortly after and within the hour the streets of Re’avire ran once again, as they had so many times before, red with the blood of someone who got a bit too deep into something they couldn’t handle.
Before the night was over, a small pouch of coins sat on the counter of the dingy shop. Taken not so willingly from a person who was no longer amongst the living residents of the city.
